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

Lin Bei suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The dead fish eyes, which had been half-dead, suddenly widened.

"Wait a minute, coach."

Lin Bei suddenly spoke up and grabbed Sakuragi, who was about to run around like a husky.

Coach Anzai was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Lin Bei pulled Sakuragi behind him and spun him around on Sakuragi's red head twice, like a walnut.

"Um... I think it's a bit of a waste to have Sakuragi guard Uozumi."

"Huh? Lin Bei, you bastard, you look down on this genius?!" Sakuragi bristled and opened his mouth to bite.

Lin Bei slapped Sakuragi's face, pushed him away, and looked at Coach Anzai:

"Sakuragi may be physically strong, but right now he's just a foul-committing machine."

"Uozumi is a big and experienced guy. If we draw two fouls on him, our paint will truly become a no-man's land."

Coach Anzai paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing into slits behind his glasses: "So what you mean is?"

Lin Bei cracked his knuckles as he moved them.

He didn't reply, but walked straight to the center circle.

That territory that originally belonged to Takenori Akagi.

With his back to everyone, he stretched out his index finger, pointed at Uozumi under the Ryonan basket, and then pointed to his own feet.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly arrogant.

"Leave the monkey leader to me."

"I want to play center."

……

Quiet.

An eerie silence.

At that moment, not only the Shohoku bench, but also the nearby stands were collectively stunned.

Three seconds later, the uproar collapsed like a tsunami.

"Holy crap?!"

"Did I hear that right? Lin Bei is going to play center?!"

"What a joke! Isn't he a point guard? He's more like a small forward at best!"

"He looks sturdy despite his small frame, but he's nothing but a pushover next to Uozumi! He'd be smashed to pieces!"

Hainan rest area.

Shinichi Mu had just taken a sip of water when he heard this and almost spat it out.

He put down the bottle, and for the first time, a crack appeared on that composed "middle-aged" face.

"This guy... is he crazy?"

"The height difference is nearly ten centimeters, and the weight difference is several tens of kilograms."

"With this kind of size difference, engaging in a physical battle inside the paint would be suicidal," Maki Shinichi said in a deep voice, staring at the court.

Kiyota Nobunaga slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, pointing at the field:

"Hahaha! That sleepy guy must be crazy!"

"He wants to defend against that monster, Uozumi! Does he think this is some kind of street circus?"

Jin Soichiro didn't laugh, but seemed thoughtful: "But... Maki..."

On the other side, Kenji Fujima of Shoyo also looked astonished.

"That's interesting..."

"Give up the speed advantage and go head-to-head with the opponent?"

"Is this confidence, or courting death?" Fujima's beautiful eyes flashed with a cold light.

On the sidelines, Ryonan coach Shigeichi Taoka was first stunned, then overjoyed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Professor Anzai, are you getting senile?!"

"Should we replace Akagi with an outside player?"

"Who are you looking down on?"

"Uozumi! Crush him!"

"Let Shohoku know what despair in the paint is like!" Taoka roared inwardly.

On the field.

Uozumi Jun looked at Lin Bei who walked up to him, his rough face twitching as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

He looked down at Lin Bei, his huge shadow completely enveloping him.

"Kid..."

"Are you kidding me? Go back to the outside and bring that redhead over."

"I'm afraid I might accidentally run you over and kill you, with your delicate skin."

Yu Zhu's voice was deep and thunderous, and he exhaled two rough breaths from his nostrils.

Lin Bei fanned himself in disgust as spittle flew onto his face.

"Hey big guy, you had chive pancakes for breakfast? They smell pretty strong."

Lin Bei yawned, his eyelids drooping, completely ignoring the mountain of flesh.

[Ding! Center template activated.]

[Loading: Murasakibara Atsushi Template (Generation of Miracles: The Strongest Shield)]

[Murahara Atsushi Template - Unlocked]

[Activate Skill: Absolute Defense]

[Stamina consumption doubled]

【Murahara Atsushi - Panel】

[Dribbling 70, Passing 60, Stealing 70, Basketball IQ 90]

[Mid-range shot 75, Three-point shot 50, Rebound 99, Block 98]

Strength 99, Speed ​​75, Stamina 68, Jumping 85

boom--!

The moment the template loaded, a violent power erupted from his bone marrow like magma, instantly filling his limbs and bones.

My muscles felt like they'd been injected with a high concentration of stimulants; every cell was roaring.

The perspective has changed.

The mountain-like Uozumi before him now appeared somewhat... fragile in his eyes.

A natural contempt for the weak and extreme laziness, stemming from Atsushi Murasakibara's very being, crept into his heart.

"Hey, big guy."

Lin Bei slowly raised his head, and a faint, unsettling light flickered in his originally languid eyes.

He stuck out his little finger and picked at his ear.

"Since you're so eager to get crushed..."

"Then I'll get a little serious and crush you like a potato chip..."

The whistle blew, and the game continued.

Lingnan ball rights.

Sendoh held the ball and saw the mismatch in the paint; even his usually nonchalantly smiling eyes flashed with surprise.

But he didn't hesitate; with a flick of his wrist, the basketball was precisely lobbed into the paint.

"Uozumi-senpai! Get him!" Koshino shouted from the sidelines.

Fish catches the ball.

Feeling the figure behind him that was a head shorter than himself, Uozumi grinned maliciously.

"Kid, you asked for this!"

No fancy moves.

Go straight for the ball, turn your back, and unleash your power!

He was going to knock this arrogant kid behind him out of bounds and teach him a lesson with a powerful dunk!

"Bang!"

The collision of flesh produced a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The entire audience instinctively shrank back, imagining Lin Bei screaming and flying out.

however.

The next second, everyone's expression froze.

The video seemed to freeze.

When the massive Uozumi crashed into it, it was as if it had hit a dam!

Not moving at all!

Lin Bei, who looked thin, had his feet welded to the floor, without even wobbling.

On the contrary, Uozumi, who took the initiative to exert force, was so shocked by the reaction force that his chest felt tight and his dribbling rhythm was instantly disrupted.

"What...?!"

Uozumi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Does this guy... have steel plates inside his body?!"

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

With a thunderous roar, his muscles bulged, and he gathered all his power into his back, launching a second suicidal charge.

"Get out of my way!!!"

"Bang—!"

This time it was even more powerful; the floor was shaking.

The result was the same.

Lin Bei remained standing in the same spot, even managing to free one hand to yawn.

He braced himself against the fish's lower back with one hand; that hand didn't look thick.

But like a hydraulic jack, it firmly held back the immense force of the fish.

"Too light."

Lin Bei's lazy voice drifted into Yu Zhu's ears.

"Is that all the strength you have? Haven't you eaten?"

humiliation!

A humiliating close-range attack!

Uozumi's eyes instantly turned red, and his rationality collapsed.

He stopped backing down, forced a turn, and grabbed the ball with both hands, raising it high.

He was going to use his absolute height advantage to force a dunk over Lin Bei!

"Don't be so arrogant, you shorty!"

The fish leaped up, blotting out the sky and the sun.

"Watch out!" Miyagi shouted in alarm.

But Lin Bei did not back down.

He looked at the fish-like creature in the air, tilted his head, and revealed a cruel, cold smile reminiscent of Murasakibara Atsushi.

"I already said..."

"You're so annoying."

Knees slightly bent.

Then!

A super-sized hot pot is served!