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

in the audience.

The Shohoku team secured the best viewing spots.

Although the championship had been practically secured, no one chose to leave.

"Click, click."

Sakuragi Hanamichi sat in the front row, holding a large bag of potato chips in his arms, eating them with great relish.

The bald head was extremely dazzling under the stadium lights.

"Hey, red-haired monkey, you're eating too loudly!"

Sitting next to him, Rukawa Kaede frowned and coldly retorted.

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

Sakuragi turned around and glared angrily, spraying potato chip crumbs all over Rukawa's face.

"This genius is replenishing his energy!"

"Getting that rebound was really tiring!"

"Besides, why bother watching these two defeated opponents fight?"

"Why not just award this genius the prize directly?"

Miyagi Ryota, speechless, pressed Sakuragi's head back down:

"Shut up!"

"Watch closely, this is a crucial battle that will determine who accompanies us across the country."

Miyagi narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the two strong teams on the sidelines.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, twirling a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

His gaze cut through the noisy crowd and landed on Sendoh Akira.

"interesting."

A playful smile curved Lin Bei's lips.

He remembered the original plot.

This game was the stage where Akira Sendoh truly showcased his talent as a "point guard magician".

This is also one of the strongest challenges that Maki Shinichi has ever faced.

"Lin Bei, who do you think will win?"

Mitsui Hisashi leaned closer, holding a can of iced coffee.

"It's about 50/50."

Lin Bei shrugged:

"Hainan's advantage lies in its rich cultural heritage and Maki Shinichi's rule."

"But Ryonan might give everyone a surprise today."

"A surprise?" Mitsui raised an eyebrow.

……

Inside the basketball court.

The noise from the mouth almost lifted the roof off.

The floorboards thumped dully under the giants' feet, each sound like the beating of war drums.

In the first half of the game, a shadow suddenly fell over Ryonan.

Jun Uozumi, a behemoth standing at 202 centimeters tall.

He gripped the ball with one hand, exuding a violent aura that seemed to want to crush the floor.

He didn't seem to be playing ball; he was more like a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex that had invaded civilized society.

"roar--!!"

With a loud shout, Yu Zhu leaped up from the ground.

No fancy levers, no unnecessary tricks.

It was purely a violent outburst of tonnage and power.

Its massive body blocked the overhead spotlights, and the shadow instantly swallowed everything under the basket.

"boom!!!"

A powerful two-handed dunk!

The basketball hoop creaked under the strain.

The entire basketball hoop trembled violently, as if it would fall apart and collapse at any moment.

"Holy crap..."

The audience erupted in chaos.

"That size is unfair! It's practically a small mountain!"

"Is that huge guy really a high school student? Are you sure it's not some Godzilla that just wandered out of nowhere?"

In the press box, Aida Yayoi's assistant, Nakamura, stared wide-eyed.

"Too...too brutal."

Nakamura swallowed hard. Because his seat was right next to Ryonan's bench, the pressure was like being hit in the face.

"Miss Aida, it's even scarier up close! Is this really Ryonan's 'Monkey Boss'?"

Aida Yayoi, however, remained calm, giving Nakamura's sleeve a disdainful tug:

"Sit properly, don't look like you've never seen anything like this before."

Her gaze swept across the arena like a sharp blade:

"Faced with this level of dominance in the paint, even the mighty Hainan team will probably have a headache for a while."

Our attention shifts to the Hainan half of the field.

Sudden change in painting style.

If Ryonan is the epitome of wildness, then Hainan is the epitome of a sophisticated industrial assembly line.

The champions, dressed in purple jerseys, are engaged in a tedious yet highly effective layup practice.

There was no roaring, no pounding of the chest and stamping of the feet.

Shinichi Maki dribbles, jumps, and backboards.

The movements were so precise, like something out of an unopened textbook.

That middle-aged face was etched with a calm "basic operation, don't be silly" attitude.

On the outside, Jin Soichiro mechanically repeated his shooting motion.

Jump and flick your wrist gently.

"Whoosh!"

It swished through the net, causing only a slight ripple in the net.

This extreme calmness, ironically, exudes a suffocating feeling.

That was the arrogance and confidence of a king.

"Although he didn't say anything..."

Nakamura held his camera, his palms sweaty.

"But this aura of 'I haven't even used my strength yet and you've already collapsed' is terrifying."

"No."

Aida Yayoi twirled her pen, pointing to the other side of the stands:

"The oppressive aura of the former king is indeed terrifying..."

"But over there sits a group of 'new kings' who have already usurped the throne."

The Shohoku players occupied the front row of the stands.

Rukawa Kaede's eyes were lifeless, and he exuded a chilling aura that said, "Don't touch me."

Sakuragi Hanamichi's shiny red bald head reflected the light as he grinned and stuffed potato chips into his mouth, making a crunching sound.

Lin Bei, sitting in the center, had a languid posture and a playful smile on his lips.

The look in his eyes wasn't like he was watching a game; it was more like he was watching a circus performance.

"Glug."

Nakamura swallowed again.

"Why do they look like a bunch of villains?"

Just then.

"Beep—!!"

The referee blew the whistle and raised three fingers: "Three minutes left to warm up!!"

That sound, like a starting gun, instantly ignited the tension in the entire venue.

"good!!"

Shinichi Maki clapped his hands together, his deep voice echoing throughout the arena, "The last shot!!"

"yes!!"

The generals from Hainan responded in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

On the other side, Jun Uozumi's temples bulged with veins, and he let out a beast-like roar:

"Let's go! The last ball!!"

"Ohhh!!"

Just at this crucial moment when tensions were running high and background music was about to start playing.

Suddenly, a "conspicuous bag" with long hair popped out from the Hainan team.

Kiyota Nobunaga, a self-proclaimed first-year super rookie.

"Hmph, just you wait and see what I'm capable of!"

Kiyota glanced at Rukawa and Sakuragi in the stands out of the corner of his eye, and his inner monologue instantly exploded:

"I'm going to steal the show with this goal!"

"I'll show you who the number one newcomer in Kanagawa really is!"

He slammed the ball violently onto the floor.

"Bang!"

Using the momentum to bounce back, Kiyota, like a flea with a spring, rose high from the spot, his jumping ability was truly amazing!

"Wow! That's a really high jump!" the audience exclaimed.

In mid-air, Kiyota stretched his body, raised his right hand high, and looked on with a fanatical gaze:

"Now's the time! You'll be absolutely stunning!"

however.

Perhaps I was being too optimistic, or perhaps the blow was too forceful.

The height and trajectory of the basketball's bounce deviated by a tiny fraction.

Kiyota's hand swung down fiercely in the air, carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

"call--"

It was all for naught.

I didn't even get to touch the ball's fur.

What was originally expected to be a powerful dunk instantly turned into an awkward air slam.

The entire room fell silent.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

In the stands of Shohoku High School, Sakuragi Hanamichi's potato chips fell from his mouth onto his crotch.

Rukawa Kaede turned his head away expressionlessly: "Idiot."

Lin Bei couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"nice shot!"

"This is called pantomime."