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

"I got it!"

"Shohoku's counterattack!"

The cheers from the audience exploded like a tsunami.

Lin Bei held the scorching hot basketball in his hand, feeling as if his lungs were on fire.

tired.

I'm really tired.

If he could, all he wanted to do right now was lie on the floor and pretend to be dead.

But the countdown in front of me was ticking away like a death knell.

28 seconds left.

The score is 89-86.

Trailing by three points.

"There's still time!"

"Don't rush, take your time!"

Takenori Akagi roared from the backcourt, his voice hoarse.

Rukawa and Sakuragi, like two wild beasts unleashed from their cages, charged wildly from the left and right.

Ryonan's retreat was also surprisingly fast.

Although Sendoh Akira lost the ball, he reacted very quickly, sticking tightly to Lin Bei's side and not leaving him for a moment.

"Don't think you can get away with this so easily."

Sendoh was panting heavily, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

It's a kind of excitement that comes from being pushed to the brink.

Lin Bei dribbled the ball forward, but his speed was not fast.

He was doing the accounting.

Two-pointer?

No.

Even if they score two points now, the difference will still be one point.

If possession is transferred to Ryonan, and they simply run out of time or draw a foul, Shohoku will undoubtedly lose.

It has to be three points.

Only three-pointers can keep us alive.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

Lin Bei even had the leisure to complain in his mind.

"Why do we have to fight so intensely?"

"Isn't it good to just paddle along quietly?"

By this time, he had already dribbled the ball past half-court.

Ryonan's defensive formation quickly contracted.

Zhizhi Zhi and Hongming Yueye are like two pliers, ready to attack from both sides at any time.

And the path of immortality is like a piece of chewing gum that you can't get rid of.

Give me the ball!

Sakuragi Hanamichi rushed to the free-throw line, spread his arms, and roared.

"This genius is already empty!"

"We can win just by dunking!"

This single-celled organism clearly didn't understand the math.

All he knew was that scoring a goal meant victory.

Lin Bei glanced at Sakuragi.

He glanced again at Rukawa Kaede, who was lurking in the bottom left corner.

The muscles in my arm suddenly tensed up.

The palm slammed against the ball.

[Kuroko Tetsuya - Accelerated Pass]

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, as if the air had been pierced.

The basketball transformed into an orange laser, heading straight for Sakuragi's... back!

Sakuragi Hanamichi's ecstatic expression froze instantly.

He reached out, wanting to embrace the basketball that belonged to the genius.

"Whoosh—!"

A strong wind blew across his cheeks, causing his red hair to fall backward.

The ball went through.

"What?!"

Sakuragi stared wide-eyed as the ball hurtled towards the bottom corner.

There stood Rukawa Kaede.

Rukawa Kaede received the ball, as steady as a rock.

The ball's spin was perfectly neutralized the moment it touched the palm.

"nice shot."

Rukawa Kaede silently recited in his heart.

"Damn it, Rukawa Kaede!"

"You stole this genius's ball!"

"That was passed down to me by my master!"

Sakuragi was so angry he jumped up and down. If it weren't for the game, he would have definitely rushed over and headbutted Rukawa.

"idiot."

Rukawa didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on the grass that was rushing towards him.

At this moment, the entire audience held their breath.

Everyone saw it.

Shohoku doesn't want two points.

They need three points!

Three points is the only chance!

"Defense! Don't let him shoot threes!"

Taoka Shigeichi shouted himself hoarse on the sidelines.

"Even if we have to give up two points, we can't give up three!"

The Ryonan players rushed towards the outside line like madmen.

Plant grass to block the riparian maple.

The cross-country runner charged towards Kogure, who was in position.

Xian Dao, however, remained fixed on Lin Bei.

Rukawa Kaede did not shoot.

He knew that forcing a shot from that position would result in a very low shooting percentage.

Moreover, that laziest guy has already gotten to his position.

Everyone knew Lin Bei was going to shoot a three-pointer.

Rukawa Kaede knew.

Akagi knew.

Even the Sendoh on the other side knows.

This is an open conspiracy.

Lin Bei dragged his heavy legs and ran towards the top of the arc.

Every step felt like it was made of lead.

"Sakuragi!"

Lin Bei suddenly shouted.

"Move your butt over here!"

"ha?!"

Although Sakuragi looked annoyed, his actions spoke louder than his mind.

"This genius will take pity on you and help you, Master, one more time!"

Sakuragi moved sideways, blocking Sendoh's path like an iron tower.

"An impregnable fortress!"

"Thump!"

Sendoh crashed solidly into Sakuragi.

so hard!

Is this thing made of iron?

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Lin Bei circled to the top of the arc.

Rukawa's pass arrived as expected.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives.

Receive the ball.

Turn around.

Facing the basketball hoop.

Lin Bei took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

"Don't even think about it!"

A loud shout.

Ryonan has gone mad.

Hiroaki Koshino abandoned Kogure and pounced on him.

Sendoh, who was blocked, forcefully bypassed Sakuragi, stretching out his long arms.

Even the inside player, Ikegami, rushed out.

Three-man encirclement!

This is a decisive treatment!

Looking at the dense array of arms in front of him, Lin Bei didn't panic at all; instead, he found it rather amusing.

"Such a big fuss..."

"I just want to go home as soon as possible."

Shintaro Midorima's All-Around Shot

Skill activated.

As long as the posture is not broken, the hit rate is 100%.

Lin Bei jumped.

The body is tilted back extremely in the air, almost forming a 45-degree angle with the ground.

This is to avoid being covered.

It was also for... to stage an accident.

"Snapped!"

Yueye's hand struck Lin Bei's wrist.

"Beep—!"

The referee whistle blows.

foul!

But at the same time the whistle blew, Lin Bei had already flicked the ball out of his hand.

It was an ridiculously high arc.

The basketball flew past the three players' fingertips and into the blinding light.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

Hundreds of eyes in the audience were focused on the spinning orange planet.

Taoka Shigeichi knelt on the sidelines, clasped his hands together, and muttered something under his breath.

Takenori Akagi clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh.

Rukawa Kaede held his breath.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's mouth dropped open.

The ball flew in the air for a long time.

It was so long that Lin Bei had already fallen to the floor.

"We absolutely have to get in..."

He rubbed his sore bottom.

"Whoosh!"

crisp.

Pleasant to the ear.

That was the sound of a basketball swishing through the net.

It was as if God had pressed the mute button; the entire venue fell silent for a second.

Then, the scoreboard started moving.

89: 89.

Divide equally!

"It's not over yet!"

The referee raised one finger and pointed to the free-throw line.

"Goal stands! Penalty kick-off!"

3+1!

Four points!

"boom--!!!"

The stadium roof was almost blown off by the sound.

"It's in! It's in!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the first to rush over, grabbing Lin Bei by the neck and shaking him violently.

"Master! You're amazing!"

"That ball flew to the ceiling and then fell back down!"

"Cough cough... Let go... I'm going to die..."

Lin Bei rolled his eyes, feeling like he wasn't exhausted to death on the field, but rather about to be strangled to death by this idiot apprentice.

Rukawa Kaede walked over and looked down at Lin Bei on the ground.

A very rare, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Good luck."

"That's skill." Lin Bei pushed Sakuragi away impatiently.

He stepped up to the free-throw line.

At this point, there were 5 seconds left in the game.

The score is tied.

If Shohoku makes this free throw, they will take a one-point lead.

The whole place fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of interfering with the decisive free throw.

Lin Bei patted the ball.

Very heavy.

My arms are very sore.

But he still maintained that lazy posture.

"Let's finish this quickly."

"I want to drink Coke."

Raise your hand and flick your wrist slightly.

The basketball traced a plain, unremarkable arc in the air.

"Whoosh."

It hit the target without fail.

89: 90!

Xiangbei takes the lead!