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

The train's announcement system had that sickeningly sweet voice.

Finally, it pierced the drowsy atmosphere inside the carriage.

"Shizuoka Station, we've arrived."

The car door slid open, and a scent mixed with the fragrance of green tea and the salty, damp sea breeze instantly rushed in.

"Charge—!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, carrying a sports bag that was almost bursting with snacks, was the first to be ejected from the carriage like a cannonball.

He stood on the platform, hands on his hips, nostrils pointing to the sky.

He took a deep breath, his expression one of ecstasy, like a pervert.

"Is this the taste of Shizuoka?!"

"A surge..."

"It tastes just like authentic eel rice!"

He frowned and his nostrils twitched.

Snapped!

Akagi Takenori's magazine scroll precisely struck Sakuragi's red braised egg.

"That's the smell of a platform bento box, you big idiot."

Akagi pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the rolling green hills outside the platform.

Shizuoka Prefecture, in central Honshu.

Green tea kingdom, football mecca.

Of course, this is true for these teenagers whose eyes are only on the basketball hoop.

This is just a stepping stone to the national competition.

"Is Changcheng High School nearby?"

"They're a formidable team too."

Mitsui Hisashi lowered the brim of his hat to block out the somewhat glaring sunlight, muttering to himself.

He may have spoken dismissively, but he knew perfectly well what was going on.

Changcheng High School is a regular participant in the national top eight.

Ace striker Mikoshiba is said to possess the skills of a top-tier striker in the country.

This is by no means an easy target; it's a tough nut to crack.

"Let's go."

Coach Anzai walked with a measured gait, like a benevolent Maitreya Buddha.

As everyone walked out of the ticket gate, they were all wondering how to get to school.

Crowded bus?

Or should we walk like ascetics?

After all, Shohoku is a public high school, and its funding is truly touching.

Being able to ride the Shinkansen was the limit that Akagi had achieved by banging his fist on the table with the school board.

however.

As soon as we stepped off the platform, it felt like everyone's feet were glued to the ground.

A huge, jet-black luxury bus, gleaming with an "I'm expensive" sheen in the sunlight, was parked imposingly on the side of the road.

The side of the car body is embossed with a gold-plated logo, and all the windows are one-way privacy glass.

Four burly men in black suits and white gloves stood upright on either side of the car door.

That aura was so overwhelming that passersby all gave way.

I thought it was some gang leader coming out to collect protection money.

Upon seeing the Shohoku team, the lead bodyguard immediately stepped forward and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle, their movements so synchronized it was like a scene from a movie.

"Young Master."

"The vehicle is in position."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The necks of the Shohoku team members twisted mechanically.

His gaze was fixed on the boy at the back of the line who was yawning.

Lin Bei rubbed his sleepy eyes and waved casually, "Yeah, thanks for your hard work."

Then he turned to look at the petrified Akagi and Coach Anzai, his tone flat:

"Get on the bus. I don't like crowded buses. The smell of sweat is too strong and it irritates my nose."

"I've tried to keep a low profile and haven't been using a private car."

Ryota Miyagi's chin nearly smashed through the earth's core.

He pointed to the bus, which was more than ten times more luxurious than the school bus, his fingers trembling:

"This...this was also arranged by you?"

"It just so happens that my family has a branch office here."

Lin Bei shrugged and walked towards the car door first.

The tone was as casual as if he were saying, "I just happened to find fifty cents on the street."

"Since we're just sitting here anyway, let's borrow it and not waste resources."

Versailles!

This is a blatant Versailles!

The car door slid open slowly, and a strong blast of cold air hit us.

The interior isn't furnished with seats, but with genuine leather airline-style sofas, and even includes a car refrigerator and a top-of-the-line audio-visual system.

Wow! It's so soft!

"This is a throne reserved for geniuses! Nobody can take it from me!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi let out a strange cry and sprang onto the sofa in the last row, bouncing around on it twice.

Rukawa Kaede remains expressionless.

However, the speed of getting on the bus was significantly faster than usual, by two levels.

Find a window seat, the seat adjusts automatically, the backrest reclines, put on an eye mask, and you're asleep in no time.

Takenori Akagi stood at the car door.

Looking at the extravagant interior decorations, the stern gorilla face twitched violently twice.

The prepared "remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present" mobilization speech was instantly forgotten.

What's the point of striving then?

Is this guy on vacation?!

……

The bus glided smoothly through the streets of Shizuoka.

The shock absorption is so good that you can't feel a single bump.

Half an hour later, the car entered Changcheng High School.

Unlike the old-fashioned feel of Shohoku, a public school, Chosei exudes the austere and solemn atmosphere of a prestigious private school.

On the playground, the shouts of the football team were deafening.

The bus stopped at the entrance of the stadium.

A group of people who had been waiting for a long time came forward to greet them.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was slightly overweight with a very noticeable hairline; he was none other than Coach Chang Cheng, Suzuki.

"Teacher Anzai!"

"Long time no see, you're still in such good health."

Suzuki quickly stepped forward, grasped Anzai's hand, and was as respectful as a primary school student.

"Hehehe..."

"Suzuki-kun, I apologize for disturbing you this time."

Coach Anzai smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

Behind Suzuki stood a row of tall players wearing blue and white jerseys.

Their gazes, like scanners, brazenly scrutinized the Xiangbei group as they disembarked.

With a scrutinizing gaze, and even a hint of...

Undisguised contempt.

Especially the boy standing in the center.

He was burly, with muscles that seemed to burst out of his jersey, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

Changcheng is the ace, Mikoshiba.

He crossed his arms and completely ignored Akagi.

Finally, the gaze fell on Sakuragi, who was fighting with Rukawa for the bag, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Is this how Shohoku defeated Hainan by sheer luck?"

"Why does it look like a circus act?"

Mikoshiba's voice wasn't loud, but it had a powerful penetrating quality.

The air froze instantly.

Sakuragi Hanamichi froze.

He slowly turned his head, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his eyes instantly switched from innocent to "Shura mode".

"What did you say?"

"You with the pompadour hairstyle, do you want to die?"

Sakuragi threw his bag on the ground and strode closer.

The fierce aura of that delinquent youth was fully unleashed.

"A pompadour?"

Mikoshiba's face darkened.

As the king of Shizuoka, no one has ever dared to give him such a nickname.

"I am Mikoshiba."

He took a step forward. "I heard you beat Hainan. I thought you had some kind of superhuman abilities, but it turns out you're just a bunch of unruly wild monkeys."

"Who are you calling a monkey?!"

Sakuragi was furious, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and it looked like a full-blown fight was about to break out.

"Stop, Hanamichi."

A hand casually rested on Sakuragi's shoulder.

Lin Bei appeared behind Sakuragi without anyone noticing.

He didn't look at Mikoshiba, but instead took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, unwrapped it, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it twice.

Then, she slowly raised her eyelids and glanced at Mikoshiba.

His gaze was calm, as if he were looking at a barking Chihuahua on the roadside.

"Since you're so confident..."

Lin Bei blew a bubble, which popped with a "pop".

"See you on the field then."

"Hopefully, by then, your ball skills will be better than your tough talk."