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

Ryonan's offensive round has ended.

The score was 21-0.

Although it was just a practice match, the point difference was enough to break any team.

"Defense! Defense!"

The roar of cheers from Ryonan's bench was deafening.

They were celebrating their victory prematurely, as if the game was already over.

Lin Bei stood at the baseline and received the ball from Akagi.

Instead of rushing forward, he slowly took two pats, his pace like an old man strolling in a park.

"What is that number 16 doing?"

"He's probably terrified; he can't even dribble anymore."

Scattered jeers of laughter came from the audience.

In Ryonan's half, their defensive formation was already in place.

Sendoh Akira stood at the top of the arc, his gaze fixed on Rukawa Kaede.

Jun Uozumi stood like an iron tower guarding the paint, firmly blocking Takenori Akagi's position.

The player responsible for defending Linbei was Ryonan's point guard, Tomoyuki Uekusa.

Uekusa looked at his opponent, who was dribbling slowly, and felt a little contemptuous.

This loose posture reveals numerous weaknesses.

With just a little pressure, the ball can be broken.

Planting grass lowers the center of gravity, preparing to press forward and seize the opportunity.

In that very instant.

Lin Bei's gaze shifted slightly to the right, towards Rukawa Kaede's position.

Planting grass instinctively shifted its attention for a moment.

When he turned around again, there was nothing in front of him.

What about people?

The grass plant's pupils suddenly contracted, and it looked around.

That languid figure vanished from his radar without warning, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

"Plant grass! Behind you!"

Taoka Shigeichi jumped up and down and roared on the sidelines.

too late.

An orange afterimage tore through the air.

The ball was not in Lin Bei's hands.

Instead, it was like a precision-guided cruise missile, hurtling straight towards Rukawa Kaede in the bottom left corner.

The moment Rukawa received the ball, even he himself was stunned for half a second.

That was such a perfect pass.

It's positioned right at chest level; the patterns on the ball are clearly visible, requiring no adjustments.

Sendoh, caught off guard by the strange passing route, was a beat too slow.

Rukawa Kaede didn't waste that half-beat.

Jump and shoot.

Press down gently with your wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball went through the net cleanly.

21: 2.

Shohoku finally broke their scoring drought.

"nice shot!"

Akagi Takenori clenched his fist and roared, finally letting out a breath of pent-up anger.

Rukawa landed and turned to look at Lin Bei, who was walking back.

The guy had his hands in his shorts, didn't even look at the goal, and just yawned as he walked by.

"I'm lucky," Lin Bei said casually.

The next two minutes turned into a horror movie scene for the Ryonan team members.

Lin Bei is like a ghost.

He was standing on the field, wearing a bright red jersey, but Uekusa just couldn't "see" him.

Every time Zhicao felt that Linbei was not a threat, he would relax his vigilance and go to help defend others.

The ball would inexplicably end up in the hands of Shohoku's scoring point.

"Bang!"

Takenori Akagi received the ball and slammed it down, hanging on the rim and roaring.

"Whoosh!"

Rukawa Kaede pulled up for a jump shot and made it again.

21: 6.

23: 8.

25: 12.

The score is rapidly closing in.

The laughter from the audience disappeared, replaced by a series of confused buzzes.

"What happened? Shohoku suddenly came back to life?"

"That number 16...did he just pass the ball?"

"How come I couldn't see it clearly?"

Hikoichi Aida held a pen, his hand hovering in mid-air, but he didn't know what to write down.

In his observation log, Lin Bei's data was still blank.

There were no breakthroughs, no points, and very few dribbles.

But as soon as he gets the ball, Shohoku's offense spins like a gear with lubrication.

"strangeness……"

On the field, Sendoh Akira reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at Lin Bei, who was bending over tying his shoelaces (actually taking a break) not far away, and his eyes gradually became deep.

He clearly saw Lin Bei looking at Akagi during that last shot.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the inside.

But the ball flew to Rukawa Kaede's hands on the outside as if by magic.

Eye contact guidance?

Or is it simply a lack of presence?

"Zhicao."

Sendoh suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable determination.

"Go and defend against Rukawa Kaede."

"what?"

Uekusa froze, "But Sendoh-senpai, Rukawa is the ace..."

"I'll take care of number 16."

Sendoh's lips curled into a playful smile, the expression of a hunter spotting interesting prey.

"If we don't keep an eye on him, this game will become very troublesome."

Although he didn't understand, he nodded.

The shift from offense to defense.

Shohoku launches an attack.

Lin Bei had just crossed the halfway line when he felt a completely different kind of pressure.

The spiky-haired guy blocked my way.

Immortal Dao.

He didn't press close like Uezu, but kept a distance of one and a half steps.

This distance is ambiguous.

It can both prevent breakthroughs and disrupt passing.

Most importantly, Xian Dao's eyes did not look at Lin Bei's face.

Instead, he stared intently at the ball in Lin Bei's hand.

"Tsk."

Lin Bei clicked his tongue in amazement.

"As expected of Sendoh Akira."

"You discovered the weakness of eye-guided manipulation so quickly?"

The core of eye contact manipulation is to use eye contact and subtle movements to mislead the opponent's attention.

However, if your opponent doesn't look you in the eye at all, this move will be much less effective.

Lin Bei tried to feint to the left.

Immortal Dao remained completely still, his center of gravity as stable as a rock.

"it's useless."

"Although I don't know what magic trick you used."

"But as long as you adjust your field of vision, you won't disappear."

Sendoh spoke with a smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were having a casual chat.

Lin Bei sighed.

"Does it have to be this serious?"

"Wouldn't it be better if everyone just played casually, worked up a sweat, and then went home for dinner?"

"That won't do." Sendoh shrugged.

"Although I also want to go fishing, Coach Taoka will kill me if I lose to you guys."

With Sendoh personally marking them, Shohoku's nascent offense instantly went cold.

Lin Bei couldn't pass the ball.

Rukawa Kaede is being harassed by Uekusa and Off-Road.

Akagi, playing inside, was rapidly losing stamina under the physical challenge from Uozumi.

"Bang!"

Akagi's hook shot hit the front edge of the rim.

Uozumi grabbed the rebound, let out a roar, and made a long pass.

Immortal Dao instantly activated his movement, shaking off Lin Bei, and scored a layup after receiving the ball.

27: 12.

The point difference widened again.

Lin Bei stood there, watching Xian Dao's retreating figure.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in those dead fish eyes.

"Wow, so handsome..."

"When I was a kid, I read comics and thought this guy was a real genius."

"High football IQ, good technique, and a good personality."

"If I could recruit him to Shohoku, I could retire completely."

Just as Lin Bei was lost in thought, the atmosphere on the sidelines suddenly became tense.

"Damn it! That monkey leader is too tall!"

"The gorilla can't hold on much longer!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was frantic on the sidelines, like an ant on a hot plate, gripping the railing and shaking it wildly.

"Dad! Let me play!"

"Only this genius can punish that monkey boss!"

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, and a white light reflected off the lenses.

He glanced at the panting Akagi, then at the huge gap in the paint.

Indeed, relying solely on Akagi puts too much pressure on the inside defense.

We need a disruptor.

A master of chaotic battles who doesn't play by the rules.

"Sakuragi-kun."

Coach Anzai spoke slowly.

"exist!"

Sakuragi instantly stood at attention, his eyes shining.

"Go and relieve Kogure."

"You only have one task."

Coach Anzai held up one finger, "Control the rebounds."

"Control... the backboard?"

"Control the rebounds, control the game."

These words struck like lightning, shattering Sakuragi's chaotic mind.

"I am... the man who can control the game!"

Sakuragi trembled all over, a sign of extreme excitement.

"Beep—!"

"Shohoku makes a substitution!"