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

Sakuragi and his two companions trembled with fear.

Rukawa Kaede, expressionless, mounted his bicycle and prepared to ride away.

"Rukawa! You too!"

Akagi roared, and Rukawa slipped, nearly plunging into the ditch along with his bike.

Lin Bei stretched and patted Akagi on the shoulder:

"Captain, prepare more blood pressure medication."

Akagi's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline: "Lin Bei! You're here too!"

"Huh? I got a perfect score, what should I do?"

"You'll be in charge of teaching," Akagi said firmly.

"You're the top student in the whole school, you should know how to communicate with idiots."

"It's settled then!"

Lin Bei looked at Akagi's eyes, which seemed to say, "If you don't agree, I'll kneel down."

Then he glanced at Sakuragi, who had a "wise look" on his face.

Suddenly, I feel like participating in a national championship is even harder than the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

……

That evening, at the Akagi family home.

The living room was brightly lit, and the low table was piled high with "killer test question sets".

Sakuragi, wearing a "Victory is Certain" headband, looked as ferocious as if he were defusing a nuclear bomb.

"If I had 5 apples, and Rukawa Kaede stole 3 of them..."

"Then I'll beat him up, take it back, and then steal his bananas!"

The answer is... 5 apples and 1 banana!

Snapped!

Akagi slammed his folding fan down: "Idiot! This is subtraction! Who told you to do reading comprehension?! And why is it Rukawa Kaede again?!"

Beside him, Rukawa Kaede was slumped over the table, his drool soaking his English textbook.

Lin Bei twirled his pen, looking utterly dejected.

He poked Rukawa with his pen: "Rukawa, wake up. Basketball."

Rukawa Kaede opened his eyes in a daze: "Basketball."

"What does that mean?"

"basketball."

"Next, School."

Rukawa Kaede paused for three seconds, then firmly uttered, "Sleep."

Lin Bei took a deep breath and turned to look at Akagi: "Captain, I think we should bury it; it'll be faster."

On the other side, Miyagi is swooning over Ayako, while Mitsui is going crazy over a history question:

"Why didn't Tokugawa Ieyasu just go play basketball?!"

"If he could play basketball, history would definitely be rewritten!"

Kogure gave a wry smile: "This really has nothing to do with playing basketball..."

Akagi closed his eyes in despair as he watched the demons dancing wildly.

God, is this punishment?

Suddenly, Sakuragi shouted, "Ah! I get it!"

He held up his physics book, pointing excitedly at the formula for friction:

"That friction! That's the force needed to grab a rebound and position yourself!"

"The bigger you stick your butt out, the greater the friction! That'll make it impossible for Rukawa to squeeze me!"

"Hahaha! So physics is just the science of positioning!"

Lin Bei sighed, rubbing his forehead.

The principle is completely wrong, but the logic... is strangely closed?

Newton must be turning in his grave.

"never mind."

Lin Bei sighed, drew a model of a sports field on a draft paper, and his eyes sharpened.

"Since that's your understanding, then let's use basketball as an example."

"Sakuragi, listen up."

"A parabola is the arc of a shot, probability theory is the shooting percentage, and geometry is the triangle offense."

"If you can't solve this problem, it means your shots will be blocked, your passes will be intercepted, and you'll lose rebounds."

"Do you want to lose to Rukawa Kaede?"

The switch has been activated.

The confusion in Sakuragi's eyes instantly transformed into a raging fire: "Losing to that damned fox?! Absolutely not!!"

He grabbed his pen, glaring menacingly at the geometry problem: "Watch how this genius crushes you! Trigonometric functions!"

Beside him, Rukawa Kaede's ears twitched, and his previously drowsy eyes snapped open, staring intently at the English book.

"We can't lose..."

An aura of pressure from the two players on the court erupted.

Akagi was dumbfounded.

The lifeless cram school instantly transformed into a battlefield filled with the smoke of battle.

These guys...

Can even a boring textbook become exciting when it comes to winning and losing and basketball?

Although he's an idiot, he's also the idiot in all of Japan who least wants to lose.

"Good!" Akagi shouted.

"Keep this momentum going! No one's allowed to sleep until we've solved this problem tonight!!"

"Ooooooo!!!"

The roar of the Xiangbei team echoed through the night sky.

……

In the early morning, the sunlight poured in as if it were free.

The floor was littered with corpses.

After a night of intensive, hellish study, the problem children's army of Shohoku finally went completely offline just before dawn, collectively crashing.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, standing in a "大" (big) shape, occupies the center position, his signature red buzz cut shining like a braised egg in the morning light.

Suddenly, the braised egg stirred.

A mosquito, oblivious to its own danger, landed on the tip of his nose.

"Snapped!"

Sakuragi slapped himself across the face, successfully activating the device physically.

He sat up groggily, his eyes scanning the room blankly.

Rukawa Kaede was curled up in the corner of the sofa, sleeping like a hibernating dead cat, with a trace of glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Miyagi and Mitsui were embracing each other; the scene was too beautiful to bear.

And Takenori Akagi...

This pillar of Shohoku is currently leaning against the wall.

He was fast asleep, clutching the well-worn math book tightly in his arms.

That face, usually as imposing as a Vajra, was now completely unguarded, like a blank sheet of paper waiting to be painted.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's lips gradually curled into a lewd smile that seemed to say "I'm courting death."

His gaze fell on the black marker on the coffee table, the one without its cap.

A DNA called "troublemaker" is running rampant in the blood of geniuses.

"Hehehe..."

Sakuragi crept over and grabbed the marker.

Holding his breath, he approached Akagi like a bomb disposal expert.

The pen tip touched the flesh.

Akagi frowned.

But I was so tormented by these academic underachievers last night that I didn't wake up at all.

Sakuragi was overjoyed and his hands moved at lightning speed!

Brush brush!

With a few strokes, Akagi's already rough eyebrows were instantly connected into a straight line, becoming a standard straight eyebrow.

We need to broaden our horizons!

Sakuragi had a burst of inspiration and drew two curly mustaches on Akagi's face, adding three cat whiskers on each cheek.

Finally, on that broad forehead, wide enough for a horse to run across, he solemnly wrote three large characters.

[Gorilla].

"Absolutely perfect."

Sakuragi covered his mouth, his abs cramping from trying so hard to suppress his laughter.

His whole body trembled wildly on the ground like a boiled shrimp.

Just then, Akagi's eyelids trembled slightly.

A terrifying pressure emanating from an ancient behemoth began to resurface.

Sakuragi's expression changed drastically.

Holy crap, wake up!

If we don't do something, everyone will be able to come and offer incense to this genius next year on this day!

In a flash, Sakuragi's gaze locked onto Rukawa Kaede on the sofa.

The dead fox was fast asleep, its long, slender fingers slightly curled, looking completely harmless.

"You sly fox, it's you I choose!"

With lightning speed, Sakuragi, like passing an Olympic torch, gently and tenderly placed that wicked marker into Rukawa's hand.

Then he lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.

"Snoring—snoring—"

He gets into character in a second, channeling his Oscar-winning acting skills.

Three seconds later.

Takenori Akagi suddenly opened his eyes.

His face was a little itchy, so he reached out and scratched it, touching a hand full of undried ink.

He paused for a second, then got up and went to the full-length mirror in the entryway.

half an hour.

A deathly silence, the calm before the storm.

Immediately afterwards—

"roar!!!!!"

A roar powerful enough to shatter bulletproof glass caused the foundation of the Akagi mansion to tremble three times.

In the kitchen, Haruko Akagi's hand trembled, and she almost performed a trapeze act while frying an egg.

In the living room, Miyagi and Mitsui jumped up as if electrocuted, looking completely bewildered:

"An earthquake?!"

What level?

"Run!"

Lin Bei was also woken up by the noise, rubbing his temples.

Watching this farce unfold, I could only sigh helplessly.

Akagi, sporting that utterly comical "mask," rushed back into the living room, his body emanating a tangible black aura.

Those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes burned with hellfire, a deathly gaze upon the entire scene:

"Who did this?!"