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

"beep--!!!"

The buzzing sound was sharp and piercing, like a red-hot knife.

It abruptly severed the nerves on the field that had been stretched to their limit.

The red lettering on the scoreboard was glaring and cruel.

92: 68.

It wasn't a narrow victory; it was a complete massacre.

Shohoku wins.

"Is it... over?"

On the bench.

Yasuda and Shiozaki were even stunned for two seconds, as if they had been collectively frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, an immense surge of joy erupted like a pressure cooker exploding!

"We won!! We wiped out Ryonan!!"

"They've made it to the finals!!"

The benches were cleared out instantly.

Kakuta Satoru was so excited that he tripped over his own feet, fell face-first to the ground, and then scrambled and roared as he rushed into the arena.

This group of people were like wild horses at this moment, charging towards the main players on the field without any regard for their image.

To hell with tactical awareness! To hell with facial expression control!

Now, all you need to do is roar!

In the stands.

"Nice!!!"

Yohei Mito slammed his fist hard against the iron railing.

He was completely unaware that his knuckles had turned white from the impact, and his mouth stretched from ear to ear in a wide grin.

Beside him, Nozomi Takamiya, Yuji Oonan, and Tadashi Noma huddled together like a ball of flesh.

"That Hanamichi kid... he really pulled it off this time."

Yohei stared at the red-haired figure in the middle of the field, his eyes brimming with laughter.

aside.

Haruko Akagi covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

She wanted to scream, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; all she could do was frantically wave her arms.

My vision blurred as I moved through the crowd, finally settling on the figure who wasn't celebrating wildly, but instead standing lazily to the side.

"Lin Bei-jun...brother...Sakuragi-kun...Rukawa Kaede..."

"Everyone...everyone is a hero..."

The most outrageous one is Rukawa Kaede's fan club.

The makeup of the three girls in the lead was ruined from crying.

His eyeliner was a smudged mess, but the little flag in his hand left afterimages as he waved it.

With a sob in her voice, she shouted the slogan: "Rukawa Kaede! My life is yours! Rukawa Kaede! You're the most invincible! Waaaaah..."

The scene was chaotic and extremely surreal.

……

In the center of the stadium.

Compared to the frenzy on the bench, the reactions of those involved varied.

Akagi Takenori stood under the basket, maintaining his positioning posture, like a stone sculpture.

Sweat dripped down his resolute chin, shattering on the floor.

Until the buzzing stopped, the roars of my teammates filled my ears.

A piercing pain belatedly shot up from my ankle to the top of my head.

"hiss……"

Akagi gasped, his body swaying slightly.

I was so engrossed in the match that my adrenaline clouded everything else.

But he didn't sit down; instead, he straightened his spine, like a majestic mountain.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on the words "Shohoku" on the scoreboard.

Won.

We really won.

Stepping over the corpse of their arch-rival Ryonan, they shattered Uozumi's ambitions.

Heading to the finals!

Meeting in Hainan!

"We... are really strong."

Akagi muttered to himself, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot and red.

It's been three years, from being ridiculed as "a one-man team with a bunch of burdens".

Now I have this group of troublesome but reliable bastard teammates.

This tastes fucking amazing.

"Gorilla—!!"

A strange scream abruptly interrupted Akagi's emotional speech.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, like a red cannonball fired from a gun, opened his arms and blasted towards Akagi.

That ferocious expression didn't look like an embrace; it looked more like a chokehold.

"Hahaha! I told you we'd win!"

"See that?!"

Akagi's temples throbbed with veins, and his iron fist instinctively gathered power.

But looking at Sakuragi's bright smiling face...

The raised hand eventually turned into a bear hug, slapping hard on the red-haired boy's back with a dull "thump".

"Well done, Sakuragi."

"Huh?"

Sakuragi was stunned, his old face instantly turning red, and he became as shy as a young girl.

"Ugh, you're suddenly being so cheesy, even this genius is getting goosebumps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sakuragi caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, who was about to sneak off to the rest area.

The man was languid, as if the demon king who had just dominated the arena was a completely different person.

"Master!!"

Sakuragi's eyes were incredibly bright.

He instantly abandoned Akagi and turned to pounce on Lin Bei.

"Master!! Teach me!"

"If I learn that, I'll be the ultimate genius in the universe!"

Sakuragi spread his arms wide, pouncing like a hungry tiger.

Lin Bei didn't even lift his eyelids.

Just as Sakuragi's fingertips were about to touch the hem of his clothes, Lin Bei slightly turned his body and casually slid half a step to the left and forward.

"thump!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's attempt ended in failure.

He glided out in a standard "descending goose on the sand" style, his face hitting the ground, stopping precisely at Rukawa Kaede's feet.

Rukawa Kaede looked down at the red head at his feet and coldly uttered two words:

"idiot."

"What did you say, you damned fox?!"

Sakuragi launched himself forward from the spot, ready to fight despite the red mark on his forehead.

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets and yawned.

"Don't wipe your snot on me next time."

"You can't learn that trick, so you'll have to pay an 'IQ tax' (i.e., a waste of money)."

"What?!"

"You dare question a genius's intelligence?!"

……

On the other hand, Ryota Miyagi is at the peak of his life.

"Fertile land!"

Ayako held a paper fan in her hand, but instead of giving him a "wake-up call" as usual.

Instead, she handed him a towel with a smile.

"You played really well today, you were awesome!"

"So cool...absolutely stunning?"

The palace was instantly petrified.

Immediately afterwards, I felt like I had drunk two kilograms of fake liquor, floating on air, surrounded by pink bubbles.

"Ayako said I'm handsome... Ayako said I'm handsome..."

His usually roguish face was now grinning like a landlord's foolish son.

Corner of the substitutes' bench.

Kiminobu Kogure took off his glasses.

He wiped his tears haphazardly with the hem of his jersey, tears that he couldn't stop.

Three years of drinking ice water cannot cool the burning passion in one's blood.

From an unknown underdog to now defeating formidable opponents.

This joy is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Alright, Kogure."

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Mitsui Hisashi carried a water bottle, his face covered in sweat and a hint of nonchalant smile, but his eyes were incredibly gentle.

"Stop crying. What kind of man cries like that?"

"Mitsui..."

Kogure sniffed, wanting to laugh, but his throat felt tight and uncomfortable.

Mitsui patted him on the back, glanced at the scoreboard, and said softly:

"It seems that neither you nor Akagi will need to retire early."

"Our summer has only just begun."

Kogure nodded emphatically, put his glasses back on, and the world became clear again.

Yes, it's not over yet.

We're going to conquer the whole country!

……

Audience seating aisle entrance.

A group of tall people dressed in casual clothes were preparing to leave.

Xiangyang High School.

Kenji Fujima walked last.

Just as I was about to step into the shadows, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

He turned around.

His gaze pierced through the noisy crowd and landed precisely on Lin Bei, who was looking for a place to catch up on sleep.

After losing to Shohoku in the last game, Fujima could still convince himself that it was because he underestimated the opponent and was distracted by being the coach.

But today...

They witnessed Lin Bei's brutal behavior.

That despairing power of domination was like a mountain pressing down on people, making it hard to breathe.

Fujima felt a little resentful.

It slowly fermented into a deep sense of apprehension, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

"Lin Bei..."