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

Lin Bei clapped his hands.

It was as if I had done something insignificant.

He pushed up his non-existent glasses and glanced indifferently at the dumbfounded Kiyota Nobunaga.

"Best Newcomer?"

"You can fight over those boring titles all you want."

After saying that, Lin Bei turned to leave.

His silhouette exuded an air of profound mystery and unfathomable sophistication, concealing his achievements and fame.

however--

At this incredibly handsome moment.

Two dark figures appeared behind the three of them like ghosts, emanating a chilling aura from hell.

"You bastard..."

"What are you doing, acting silly here?!"

Takenori Akagi and Shinichi Maki are the captains of their respective teams.

At this moment, his face wore the same furious expression, and the "well" character on his forehead was clearly visible.

The competition hasn't even started yet, and these three shameful guys are already putting on a comedy show!

This is the final!

It's the sacred final!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three muffled thuds, crisp and pleasant to the ear.

Akagi Takenori delivered a "Iron Fist Punch" to both Sakuragi Hanamichi and Lin Bei.

Not to be outdone, Maki Shinichi delivered a powerful punch to Kiyota Nobunaga's head.

"it hurts!!!"

The three of them simultaneously crouched down, covering their heads in defense, their previous arrogance vanishing instantly.

A large, steaming bump was sticking out of his head.

With tears welling up in her eyes, the art style instantly shifted from a shonen manga to a comedy.

"What are you doing, gorilla! It hurts!" Sakuragi yelled.

"Why did you hit me...?"

"I was just passing by..."

Lin Bei covered his head, his eyes filled with resentment like a wronged little wife.

"Senior Maki! I did it for the dignity of Hainan!" Kiyota Nobunaga said, sounding as aggrieved as a 200-pound child.

Rukawa Kaede narrowly escaped death.

He looked at the three people crouching with their heads in their hands, and shrank back.

"What an idiot..."

He then quietly took two steps back, trying to minimize his presence.

Looking at this bunch of clowns.

The tense atmosphere of the final match, which had been suffocatingly tense, inexplicably eased considerably.

But everyone knows it.

This is just the calm before the storm.

Maki Shinichi withdrew his hand from the one that was disciplining Kiyota and turned to look at Lin Bei.

His gaze was no longer as oppressive as before, but became extremely deep, as if he wanted to see right through Lin Bei.

That last shot...

Although it looks like he's just showing off.

But that terrifyingly soft feel, and the precise control of force... it's absolutely chilling.

"Looks like today's match won't be boring."

Maki Shinichi muttered to himself, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"I'm sorry, my upbringing wasn't strict enough, please excuse my poor upbringing."

Maki Shinichi's large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped Kiyota Nobunaga's skull tightly.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who had been counting the patterns on the ceiling with his mouth wide open, was suddenly forced into a standard 90-degree bow.

It let out a mournful "woo-woo" sound, just like a wild monkey whose throat was being choked by fate.

"We're the ones who are making a fool of ourselves."

Akagi Takenori's face was dark, and his two thick fingers were twisting Sakuragi Hanamichi's ear as if tightening a rusty screw.

Lin Bei was quick to hide and slipped away a long way.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Gorilla, let go! Your ears are running away from home!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi grimaced in pain, his body contorted into a pretzel shape.

But Akagi's arm remained as steady as a mountain, completely still.

The two dragged their respective teams' "eyeballs" back to the bench with expressionless faces, like dragging a dead dog.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two iron fists, brimming with "fatherly love," fell almost simultaneously; it sounded painful.

Kiyota Nobunaga clutched his head and quickly crouched down defensively, tears streaming down his face: "Maki-senpai, I was just telling the truth..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, clutching a steaming bump on his head, glared at Akagi: "You damn gorilla! That was tactical! It was psychological warfare! Don't you even know anything about military strategy?!"

"Shut up!"

Akagi and Maki Shinichi spoke in unison, their voices filled with exhaustion.

The two captains exchanged a glance across the distance.

They both sensed a weariness in each other's eyes, a weariness that came from "the exhaustion of raising a child."

Playing matches takes physical effort, but managing these problem children takes your life.

At this moment, on one side of the Hainan rest area.

The middle-aged man who always carried a folding fan walked over.

High-headed strength.

The coach of the Hainan University Affiliated School is known as the "wise general".

He walked straight up to Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was rubbing his head.

Their gazes were as if they were appraising a rare artifact that had just been unearthed, filled with scrutiny and amazement.

"Sakuragi-kun."

Gao Touli tapped his palm with the folding fan in his hand intermittently.

His tone was gentle, but his eyes were sharp: "That dribbling move you just did was very interesting. How long have you been playing basketball?"

That kind of explosive power and coordination is something that can't be developed through ordinary training.

Although the movements were as rough as an unpolished granite.

But that feel for the ball doesn't lie.

This is an unpolished basketball prodigy.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was stunned for a moment.

He then put his hands on his hips, his nostrils flared upwards, and he couldn't suppress his smugness:

"Huh? What are you doing, old man? Trying to discover this genius?"

"Old...old man?"

Gao Touli's eye twitched violently.

He's at the prime of his life as a man!

Sakuragi was completely unaware of the bulging veins on the other person's forehead.

Pointing his thumb at his own nose, he laughed wildly:

"This genius only started playing basketball in high school!"

"Don't be scared, old man. I'm the man who carries the future of Shohoku on my shoulders!"

Gao Touli's action of tapping his palm stopped.

Three months?

The county-level competition has only just begun...

In other words, this kid went from zero to where he is now in just three months?

How could someone develop this level of dribbling and that insane jumping ability in just three months?

"Another monster...?"

Gao Touli's heart was in turmoil, but he forced a mysterious smile on his face, though the smile was a little stiff.

He took a deep breath and turned his head.

His gaze fell on Lin Bei beside him.

His expression instantly turned serious.

If Sakuragi is an uncarved rough stone, then Linbei is a bottomless black hole.

The incredibly high-arc shot that pierced through the dome of the stadium during warm-up was still playing on repeat in his mind.

"And what about you, Lin Bei?"

Gao Touli closed the folding fan, the fan ribs pointing towards Lin Bei:

"With that incredible shooting and passing vision, you must have been playing for many years, right?"

Lin Bei didn't even lift his eyelids, and yawned widely.

Upon hearing Gao Touli's question, he slowly turned his head to the side:

"What are you hitting?"

Lin Bei tilted his head, and a smug, extremely annoying smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

A sentence popped up out of nowhere:

"Want to fight Dio?"

Gao Touli: "???"

Shinichi Maki: "???"

The Hainan team members around them were completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Dio? Who's that?"

"A rising star player from abroad?" Kiyota Nobunaga asked Jin Soichiro, scratching his head.

"Never heard of this person before. Could they be from the European leagues?"

Ah Shen also looked bewildered, frantically searching his mental database of player information.

Looking at Gao Touli's face full of question marks, Lin Bei shrugged and turned to walk towards the substitute bench.

All that remained was an outrageously lazy silhouette and a casual remark:

"I never practice."

"Let's start by rejecting internal strife."