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

After slapping the basketball away.

Lin Bei landed casually and picked at his ear with his little finger.

Originally, I was planning to create a "Aomine Daiki" template and have an acting contest with that spiky-haired Sendoh...

Lin Bei mentally ranted, his gaze sweeping over Sendoh Akira across from him.

Now look what's happened.

Forced to engage in physical battles with muscular men inside the paint.

"Feed".

Lin Bei sighed and turned to look at Rukawa Kaede beside him.

The aloof fox was wiping sweat with its wristband, its eyes fixed on Sendoh.

"Leave the area under the basket to me for now."

Lin Bei pointed to the painted area under his feet, his tone as lazy as if he were saying, "Just leave the takeout at the door."

"As for that spiky-haired guy, you handle him. Don't let him come in and bother me; I'm very busy."

Rukawa Kaede paused.

Those long, narrow phoenix eyes glanced at Lin Bei, and she snorted coldly.

"You don't need to tell me."

"I will not lose."

Rukawa Kaede turned around, his back exuding an air of "don't touch me" arrogance.

"Tch, you arrogant brat."

Lin Bei pursed his lips, stretched his neck, and made a cracking sound.

The terrifying power emanating from the Murasakibara Atsushi template surged wildly within him.

This feeling is wonderful.

It's like the body has become a mobile fortress.

With each step, the floor groaned under the strain.

……

The game continues.

That ball was just swatted out of bounds.

Ryonan serves.

Sendoh Akira advances with the ball.

His pace slowed down noticeably, no longer as light and casual as at the beginning.

The scene where Lin Bei toughed on Uozumi under the basket just now slightly overloaded his CPU.

That seemingly sleepy Shohoku guard seemed to have a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex lurking inside him.

"Since we can't get inside..."

Sendoh dribbled past half-court, his eyes quickly scanning the entire court.

Rukawa Kaede had already closed in, his eyes fierce, his defensive stance impeccable.

"Then let's create some space."

With a flick of his wrist, Sendoh sent the basketball flying towards the right corner as if it had eyes.

There, lies Ryonan's secret weapon, Fukuda Kichijou.

Taoka Shigeichi yelled from the sidelines until his neck turned red:

"Afu!"

"That's an empty spot! Beat that red-haired novice to a pulp!"

Fukuda receives the ball.

A raging fire burned in those eyes that yearned for praise.

Before him stood Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"Hmph! It's you again, you stinky Ah Fu!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms, looking like a large, bristling crab.

He was also spewing trash talk:

"This genius's defense is an impenetrable wall!"

"You're not getting there!"

Fukuda is a ruthless man who doesn't talk much.

Probing step.

Feint.

start up!

Fukuda's first step was extremely powerful, and he was about to overpower Sakuragi from the left side in an instant.

"dream!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's reflexes are also extremely fast.

He actually twisted his waist forcibly the moment he lost his balance.

Like a highly elastic spring, it shifted sideways, forcefully blocking Fukuda's breakthrough route.

"What?!"

Aida Hikoichi's mouth was agape in an "O" shape on the sidelines:

"That Sakuragi Hanamichi... he actually caught up with Fukuda-senpai's breakthrough?"

Fukuda was also startled.

The rhythm was disrupted, but he had already started, and the arrow was on the bowstring.

"Drink!"

Fukuda jumped forcefully, losing his balance in the air and having to rely on his feel to throw the ball.

This was an extremely forced move, purely a blunder.

Sakuragi Hanamichi jumped at the same time.

His astonishing jumping ability allowed him to almost block out the sky above Fukuda with one hand.

"Get down here, you genius!"

Although he didn't get a direct block, the overwhelming defensive pressure completely disrupted Fukuda.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily against the front edge of the rim and bounced high into the air.

"rebound!"

Akagi wasn't present, so the roar came from Ayako on the sidelines.

The area under the basket instantly turned into a meat grinder.

Jun Uozumi's eyes were bloodshot, and he was stuck in place, like a furious gorilla.

He wanted to wash away the humiliation he had just suffered at the hands of Lin Bei!

"This backboard is mine!"

Uozumi roared, his massive body moving like a bulldozer, trying to push Lin Bei out of the restricted area.

however.

No matter how hard he tried, Lin Bei behind him remained motionless, as if welded to the floor.

even……

Lin Bei even had time to yawn, and a single tear welled up from the corner of his eye.

"It's too noisy, big guy."

Just as the basketball was falling.

A red figure burst out from the flank, its speed ridiculously fast.

It's Sakuragi Hanamichi!

"Sakuragi, the rebounding king, has arrived!"

Sakuragi stretched his body in the air, raising his hands high, about to catch the ball.

"Haha! This rebound belongs to this genius..."

however.

Just a second before Sakuragi's fingers were about to touch the basketball.

One hand.

A slender, fair, and even somewhat delicate hand suddenly appeared in the higher stratosphere.

No running start.

There was no roar.

Only by bending the knees to gather strength.

Murasakibara Atsushi's passive talent: Absolute air superiority.

The palm stretched out in the air, blotting out the sky and the sun.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, chilling sound.

It wasn't done by removing the board with both hands.

It wasn't a robbery.

Instead, he catches the ball with one hand!

Lin Bei's five fingers, like hydraulic clamps, gripped the high-speed spinning basketball tightly in mid-air.

The basketball froze instantly.

It's like the pause button has been pressed.

Sakuragi Hanamichi waved his hand in the air, only to catch nothing, his expression instantly freezing into a meme.

He stared wide-eyed at the figure who had "pinched" the ball in the air with one hand, completely dumbfounded.

Landing.

"Bang."

Lin Bei casually tucked the ball into his waistband, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd around him.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a bunch of country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

The entire room fell silent.

Two seconds later, a series of synchronized gasps erupted.

"Holy crap?"

Kiyota Nobunaga in the stands was utterly dumbfounded, pointing at the field and rambling incoherently:

"What the hell is that thing?!"

"A standing jump? A one-handed catch?!"

"Still above Sakuragi and Uozumi's heads?"

"Is he holding a basketball or an orange?!"

Maki Shinichi's eye twitched violently.

As a power point guard, he knew all too well what this move meant.

That's not just about jumping ability, but also about terrifying finger strength and absolute control over the ball's landing point.

"This guy..."

"Is he really a defender?"

"This level of physical ability is practically cheating!"

Maki Shinichi's voice was low and deep, tinged with disbelief.

On the field.

After landing, Sakuragi Hanamichi circled Lin Bei twice, looking utterly bewildered.

"Master...Master?!"

Sakuragi pointed at the slightly deformed basketball in Lin Bei's hand and stammered:

"This move...you didn't teach me this move!"

"A one-handed rebound! That's so cool!"

"I want to learn too! Teach me quickly!"

Lin Bei pushed away the red head that was leaning in.

"Learn my ass."

"That's talent."

After saying that, Lin Bei flicked his wrist.

The basketball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, instantly traversing the half-court.

"Fertile land!"

"Quick attack!"