Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

Kanagawa Prefectural Gymnasium.

The pungent smell of pain relief spray and the chemical smell of floor wax.

There's also the smell of sweat bursting with hormones, all mixed together to create a unique atmosphere called "Final Battle".

Today is the first day of the finals, and the original script was for Shohoku to challenge the reigning champions, Hainan.

However, due to certain unforeseen circumstances, the organizing committee temporarily changed the match order.

The order of the matches has changed to:

Hainan University Affiliated High School VS Wuli High School

Shohoku High School vs. Ryonan High School.

At this point, the scoreboard still bore the marks of the previous game's "disastrous" state.

98: 51.

The bright red numbers are alarming.

The Buri team members looked like wilted eggplants, their eyes vacant, as if they had just experienced a level 10 tsunami.

"That middle-aged man was truly brutal."

Lin Bei sat on the railing of the stands.

With an energy bar dangling from his mouth, he lazily watched the Hainan team leave the field.

Shinichi Maki, wearing a coat, had an expression as calm as a headmaster inspecting work.

There's absolutely no indication that a massacre was just orchestrated.

"However, this is also a good thing."

Lin Bei stretched, his joints cracking, and his gaze drifted to the deep blue ocean at the other end of the court.

"If we finish the game against Ryonan sooner, we can go home earlier and catch up on some sleep."

"Reject involution, starting with me."

The atmosphere inside the stadium exploded as the players from both sides entered the field.

"Shohoku! Shohoku! Shohoku!"

"Lingnan! Lingnan! Lingnan!"

Both sides' support groups were clearly "well-prepared".

On the left side of the stands, a huge flag fluttered in the wind, with three large gold characters on it – “Man of Flame” – that was simply blinding.

Tokuo Horita waved a large flag, with a headband that read "Mitsui will win" tied around his forehead.

Leading a group of once-unruly delinquents, they now act like the most devout fan leaders, shouting their support at the top of their lungs.

"Mitsui! You're the best! You're electricity, you're light!"

"Um... Brother De Nan, isn't your voice a bit too loud?"

"Everyone around is watching..." The younger brother next to him covered his face in embarrassment.

"Idiot! This is youth!"

"Look! Mitsui is looking at us!"

"He's nodding to us!" De Nan was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

Mitsui Hisashi's mouth twitched wildly off the court, and his toes had already dug out a three-bedroom apartment from inside his sneakers.

He stiffly looked away, pretending to be examining the loose threads on his knee pads with utmost care.

On the other side, Rukawa Kaede's personal guard can be described as "humanoid sonic weapons".

"Rukawa Kaede! I love you!"

"LOVE! Rukawa Kaede!"

The screams nearly lifted the roof off.

Several girls were so excited that they rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

After being revived by his companion pinching his philtrum, he got up and continued screaming.

The main theme is "disabled but determined".

Of course, the most mentally taxing group is the Sakuragi Army, who are caught in the middle.

Yohei Mito held up a megaphone, Nozomi Takamiya held a family-sized popcorn, and Yuji Oonan and Tadanori Noma held up a banner.

The words written crookedly above read: "Genius Sakuragi, King of Exits (crossed out), Rebound King!"

"ikebana!"

"If we foul out today, you're buying us beef rice bowls for dinner!"

"The kind with an egg!"

Takamiya Nozomi shouted as she stuffed popcorn into her mouth, spraying crumbs all over the floor.

"Shut up! You bunch of bastards!"

"This genius is my secret weapon today!"

"Do you understand what a secret weapon is?!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was waving his fists on the sidelines, veins bulging on his forehead.

High up in the stands.

The Hainan players, who had just finished their match, occupied the VIP viewing positions.

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms, exuding an aura of immense power.

Kiyota Nobunaga leaned on the railing, staring at Rukawa Kaede and Lin Bei on the sidelines with a displeased expression, like a wild monkey with its fur standing on end.

"Amu, which side do you think has a better chance of winning?" Jin Soichiro asked gently as he unscrewed the water bottle.

Maki Shinichi's gaze swept over Sendoh Akira and Lin Bei.

"Ryonan should have evolved by now."

"Uozumi's eyes have undergone a complete transformation."

"But, that Lin Bei from Xiangbei..."

"This guy is unfathomable," Maki Shinichi said in a deep voice.

Not far away, the Xiangyang team, dressed in casual clothes, were also prominently featured.

Kenji Fujima sat in the front row, his eyes fixed on Lin Bei, his light stick in his hand already deformed from being squeezed.

"Lin Bei..."

"Don't lose," Fujima murmured, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

There are 1 minutes left before the match starts.

"gather!!!"

Akagi Takenori and Uozumi Jun roared almost simultaneously, their voices clashing.

The two teams quickly assembled in the center of the field, the air seemed to freeze, and the tension was palpable.

Akagi Takenori stared intently at Uozumi in front of him with his large, bell-like eyes.

"Uozumi, I will win again this time."

Jun Uozumi's physique seemed even larger than during practice matches, like a moving small mountain.

He stared at Akagi, exhaling a heavy breath from his nostrils: "Akagi, I'm going to take the position of the best center in the prefecture today."

Their gazes met in mid-air, and you could almost hear the crackling of electricity.

Beside the two, Sendoh Akira still wore his signature nonchalant smile.

He even waved to Rukawa Kaede, saying, "Hey, Rukawa, long time no see, you've grown taller?"

Rukawa Kaede remained expressionless and coldly uttered four words: "I'm going to beat you today."

"Heh, these young people these days are really scary."

Sendoh scratched his signature broom-like hair, then turned his gaze to Lin Bei, who was yawning at the back of the line.

"Lin Beijun, please go easy on me today."

Lin Bei rubbed his sleepy eyes, took off the headphones hanging around his neck, and handed them to Cai Zi.

His tone was dismissive, as if he were dealing with a salesperson: "Ah...no problem, no problem."

"As long as you don't force me to work overtime, we can still be good friends."

"Line up!" the referee blew his whistle.

"Nice to meet you!!!"

The roar was deafening.

Back on the bench, Coach Anzai was already sitting calmly, holding a teacup, his glasses reflecting a wise light.

The crowd formed a circle, their chests heaving violently—a sign of surging adrenaline.

Listen up, everyone.

Coach Anzai spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but like a pillar of strength.

"The tactics are the same as in the practice matches, so there's no need to make any major adjustments."

He held up a chubby finger.

"Man-to-man surveillance".

"Akagi-kun, you're in charge of Uozumi-kun. The paint is the battlefield; we won't give an inch."

Akagi nodded emphatically, his voice brimming with murderous intent: "Yes!"

"Miyagi-kun, keep an eye on Uekusa-kun. Use your speed to cut off their passing lanes."

Gongcheng grinned, revealing a small fang: "Leave it to me, Dad. That steady guy is most afraid of someone like me who doesn't play by the rules."

"Mitsui-kun," Coach Anzai said, looking at Mitsui, "Koshino-kun may not seem like much, but he's like a piece of chewing gum. Don't underestimate him."

Mitsui confidently adjusted his wristband, his eyes sharp: "Don't worry, Coach. This level of opponent isn't even a warm-up for me."

"Rukawa-kun."

Coach Anzai's gaze turned serious.

"The path to immortality is now in your hands."