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

The entire stadium was completely ignited by Ryonan's offensive.

"That's incredible! Sage Mode is just too amazing!"

"The other four, besides Sendoh, fought so easily!"

"It feels like everyone in Ryonan has gotten stronger!"

"Is this the magic of a top-tier point guard?"

"He practically brings a buff to the entire team!"

The Hainan team members were panting heavily, and for the first time, confusion appeared in their eyes.

Their prized defensive system was shattered by Sendoh's unpredictable passing.

"Damn it! How could this happen! We're the Kings of Hainan!"

Kiyota Nobunaga stared at the scoreboard, gritting his teeth.

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle blew.

"Hainan University Affiliated School, requesting a suspension!"

Gao Touli finally couldn't sit still any longer.

If we don't call a timeout soon, Sendoh will end this game all by himself.

……

In the press box.

Aida Yayoi quickly scribbled notes in her notebook.

The sound of the pen tip slicing across the paper was rapid and exciting.

"really……"

She looked up, her eyes fixed intently on the rest area of ​​Ryonan.

Taoka Shigeichi, who was standing with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

"Coach Taoka probably figured it out a long time ago."

"What?"

Nakamura, standing next to him, looked completely bewildered.

Aida Yayoi took a deep breath and spoke with certainty:

"Talent in the Immortal Path."

"Although as a forward, Sendoh is already one of Kanagawa's top scorers."

"But Coach Taoka probably realized long ago that Sendoh had a terrifying overall perspective and a calm mind."

"To limit oneself to the Terminator role would be a complete waste of talent."

She pointed to the tall figure on the field:

"Anyone would think that Sendoh is perfect to be a guard right now."

"Perhaps... the position that truly allows Sendoh to unleash 100%, or even 200%, of his talent is the point guard!"

"This is Ryonan's most deeply hidden fangs."

Aida Yayoi's evaluation is extremely high.

……

The Ryonan bench erupted in cheers.

The team members rushed onto the field as if welcoming heroes.

"Well done, Sendoh!"

"That was so satisfying to hear!"

Taoka Shigeichi, his face flushed with excitement, patted Sendoh's shoulder forcefully:

"Good! Very good! This is the rhythm!"

"Sendoh, you truly lived up to my expectations!"

Sendoh took the towel handed to him, wiped the sweat from his face, and still wore that calm and serene smile.

He picked up his water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a swig, but his gaze pierced through the crowd and precisely targeted a certain direction in the stands.

There, Lin Bei was yawning, looking at him with a bored expression.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Sendoh raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

In the stands.

Lin Bei seemed to understand the look in Xian Dao's eyes.

A slight, meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"That's interesting."

"but……"

Lin Bei glanced at the two of them and thought to himself:

"It seems that both of them knew that this situation wouldn't last long."

"So you're saving the decisive moment for the second half?"

……

"Snapped!"

The folding fan slammed hard into his palm.

The sharp sound was like a slap in the face in the lifeless Hainan rest area.

Kiyota Nobunaga shrank back, swallowing the complaint that was about to come out.

The teammates around him all hung their heads.

Sweat dripped down his chin, quickly spreading a dark water stain on the floor.

Only Mu Shenyi sat upright.

A white towel was placed over his head, and his chest heaved violently like a bellows.

No one could see his expression clearly, but the oppressive aura emanating from him was even more unbearable than being cursed at.

"Why are you lowering your head like that?"

Gao Touli didn't roar; instead, his voice was so calm it was unsettling.

He strolled slowly to Maki Shinichi, looking down at the man known as the "Emperor".

"An 11-point difference has shattered your pathetic self-esteem?"

Maki Shinichi didn't speak, but his fingers gripping the knee pad tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

Gao Touli gave a soft hum, reopened the folding fan, and slowly began to fan himself.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Shohoku? Thinking of that monster named Lin Bei?"

"Are you still thinking about how badly we lost the last game?"

"Do you guys think that after losing to Shohoku, Hainan's era is over?"

"Now even Ryonan, who's always been second best, can ride roughshod over us?"

Jin Soichiro suddenly looked up, his eyes darting around.

Kiyota Nobunaga gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

"idiot."

Gao Touli coldly uttered two words.

He bent down, leaned close to Mu Shenyi's ear, and spoke in a low voice, as if he were conducting some kind of psychological hypnosis:

"After I got back, I watched the video of that game ten times."

There's only one conclusion: we simply lost to luck.

Maki Shinichi abruptly ripped off the towel from his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes that stared intently at the coach.

"luck?"

"That's right." Gao Touli's eyes were firm.

"That Lin Bei is a once-in-a-century 'variable'."

"Shohoku was able to win because they used up their luck for the next ten years to encounter such a monster."

At this point, Gao Touli suddenly turned around, pointing his folding fan directly at the spiky-haired man across from him who was chatting and laughing.

"But Ryonan is not Shohoku."

"Sendoh Akira is very strong, but he is still within the realm of 'humanity'."

"And you, Shinichi Maki."

"You are a man who stands at the top of the pyramid, within the bounds of common sense."

"Losing to a monster isn't shameful, but if you can't even beat a regular challenger like this..."

Gao Touli's eyes were like knives, piercing deep into Mu Shenyi's heart.

"Then you no longer deserve to bear the name 'Hainan'!"

Maki Shinichi's pupils suddenly contracted.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and my blood surged and rushed to the top of my head.

Luck...?

No. Mu Shenyi knew perfectly well that Lin Bei's strength was truly terrifying.

But at this moment, he desperately needed this reason.

He needs a fire to burn the shadow in his heart called "fear" to ashes!

"call--"

Maki Shinichi let out a long breath and suddenly stood up.

His previously hunched spine straightened again, and that sense of dejection vanished instantly.

Instead, there is the heavy, oppressive feeling of the emperors of Kanagawa.

"Walk."

He uttered only one word, his voice hoarse, yet as hard as iron.

"Go tell them that Hainan is still the same Hainan."

……

"beep--!!"

The whistle blew, and the game resumed.

The Hainan players stepped back onto the field. The noise from the stands inexplicably subsided.

Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

The aura has changed.

The man wearing the number 4 jersey had completely shaken off his dejection, replaced by a breathtaking focus.

"Huh?"

In the stands, Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, twirling a mineral water bottle in his hand, and chuckled.

"That old fox Gao Tou's got some skills; he managed to bring me back to my senses with just a few words?"