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

Inside the train carriage.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Because it's a two-door, four-seater sports car, the rear seat space is a disaster for two basketball players who are nearly 1.8 or 1.9 meters tall.

Shinichi Maki had to sit with his legs slightly apart.

Although his dignified face remained calm, the slight twitching at the corner of his eye betrayed his frustration.

In comparison, Kiyota Nobunaga was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.

He squirmed and twisted in the back seat.

He kept touching the leather seats, tapping on the car window, and peering at the dashboard, acting like a hyperactive monkey.

Wow! The quality! The craftsmanship!

Kiyota Nobunaga looked on with envy, jealousy, and hatred, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"How much does this car cost?"

"Lin Bei, does your family run a bank that prints money?"

"Or are you actually the illegitimate child of some conglomerate?"

In the front passenger seat, Sakuragi Hanamichi adjusted the seat to a "Ge You slouch" position, crossed his arms, and looked smug.

Hearing Kiyota's exclamation, he snorted and looked down his nose at the sky:

"Don't be so naive, you wild monkey! Don't touch it! If you damage it, you won't be able to afford to pay for it even if you sell yourself!"

Kiyota Nobunaga instantly exploded: "It's not your car! What are you so smug about?! You're just riding on someone else's coattails!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

He reached out and patted Lin Bei on the shoulder as he was driving, looking like they were good buddies.

"Hmph, what's mine is mine!"

"This is called 'when master and disciple are of one mind, their strength can break even metal!'"

"Don't you even understand, you mere mortal?"

Lin Bei, with one hand on the steering wheel and eyes fixed ahead, smiled knowingly upon hearing this.

"Sakuragi, it's not impossible for me to give you this car."

"real?!"

Sakuragi's eyes instantly transformed into searchlights, their brightness comparable to car headlights.

"Once you can fully control 'Zone,' the car keys are yours."

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Sakuragi was so excited he almost jumped out of the sunroof.

"Watch out, you wild monkeys!"

"This genius is about to own a war god's mount!"

"You'll be eating my exhaust fumes then!"

Kiyota Nobunaga, sitting in the back row, was furious but couldn't refute it.

All he could do was mutter sourly under his breath, "Tch, nouveau riche attitude... What's so great about them..."

The car was moving very fast, and the scenery outside the window rushed past, blurring into flowing blocks of color.

Maki Shinichi really wanted to ask Lin Bei about the Zone.

But seeing that the other person was driving, he didn't rush to speak.

He then struggled to adjust his posture, trying to make himself look less like a sardine stuffed into a can.

He turned his head to look at Sakuragi in the front row and suddenly asked:

"By the way, how's Akagi's foot injury?"

Although they were rivals, Maki Shinichi still held a certain amount of respect for Akagi Takenori.

He clearly saw the extent of the ankle sprain, and knew that if it wasn't treated properly, it could very well affect his career.

Sakuragi, who was examining the car's audio buttons, casually replied upon hearing this:

"The gorilla? He's over in America."

"Lin Bei found him... the Orlando Magic's team doctor? Anyway, he sounds pretty impressive."

Sakuragi scratched his head. "He called back yesterday and said he's almost fully recovered and is learning some kind of 'butt-shaking technique' from a big, fat, dark-skinned guy."

"Buttocks...divine skill?"

Maki was taken aback, clearly not keeping up with Sakuragi's abrupt train of thought.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Akagi was alright.

"You recovered so quickly."

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but chime in, his face bearing his signature smug expression.

"As expected of an unevolved gorilla, its recovery ability is like that of a wild beast, it's simply unreasonable."

The air inside the carriage froze for a fraction of a second.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's hand froze in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour Kiyota alive.

"Wild monkeys..."

"Who are you calling an unevolved ape?"

Sakuragi's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You mean Akagi? What, isn't he? He's textbook perfect!" Kiyota Nobunaga retorted fearlessly, sticking his neck out.

"asshole!"

"Even though the gorilla looks like a gorilla, it's still our Shohoku gorilla!"

"Only this genius has the right to call me that; you wild monkey have no right to!"

Sakuragi grabbed the back of the seat, turned around, and yelled at the people in the back.

"Huh?! What are you saying, you red-haired monkey?!"

"Aren't you a monkey yourself? And a red one at that!"

"I think your Shohoku is practically a wildlife sanctuary!" Kiyota retorted.

"What did you say?! You want to fight?!"

"Come on! In this confined space, my agility is unmatched!"

The two started scratching at each other across the seat backs, like two cats fighting in a cage, making a scene in the carriage.

"Don't fight in my car."

Lin Bei spoke softly, his voice low but carrying a chilling undertone.

next second.

Lin Bei suddenly turned the steering wheel and floored the accelerator.

"Sizzle—!!"

The GT-R's tires let out a sharp screech on the highway.

The car suddenly slid to the side, cutting into the lane in an extremely violent manner, as if it were dancing a death waltz.

The immense centrifugal force instantly flung the two wrestling figures against the car door.

"Waaaaaah!!"

Kiyota Nobunaga's face was pressed against the glass, squeezed into a large pancake.

Sakuragi Hanamichi wasn't much better off; his head hit the roof of the car with a "thud," and he grimaced in pain.

"Behaved now?"

Lin Bei straightened the steering wheel, and the car instantly returned to stability, as if the thrilling drift just now was an illusion.

The two immediately sat up straight, behaving as obediently as two quails, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"I'm behaving myself... I'm behaving myself..."

Mu Shenyi gripped the handle on the roof of the car tightly, his face pale, and his stomach churning.

He looked at the figure driving with one hand in front of him and felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy is not only wild on the court, but he's also a crazy driver.

Are they going to send them directly to the Western Paradise to retrieve Buddhist scriptures?

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Maki Shinichi cleared his throat and forcibly changed the subject.

"What about Coach Anzai?"

Shinichi Maki asked, "I heard you were hospitalized. How are you?"

Shinichi Maki has always maintained a high level of respect for the former national team player, Mitsuyoshi Anzai, who is known as the "White-Haired Demon".

"Nothing much."

This time, it was Lin Bei who answered.

He looked at the straight road ahead, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"The old man is very resilient. The doctor said he was just too tired and emotionally agitated."

"He is now recuperating at home, and his wife is watching him take his medicine every day. It's probably even more uncomfortable than being in the hospital."

Lin Bei smiled and tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel with a brisk rhythm.

"However, this fall should serve as a wake-up call for him."

"The national competition is much more intense than the county competition."

Upon hearing this, Sakuragi Hanamichi immediately shouted loudly, fully revived:

Don't worry!

"This genius has already made a deal with his father!"