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

Lin Bei tilted his head back and took a gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Their tone was so calm, as if they were discussing whether to have ramen or rice bowls for dinner.

What's the difference between meeting someone early or late?

"No matter who it is, they all have to kneel down in front of Shohoku."

These words are incredibly arrogant.

But when Lin Bei said it, it sounded like he was just stating the obvious.

Mu Shen's gaze sharpened, and he gave Lin Bei a deep look.

This first-grader seems to have no concept of "fear" at all.

"That's right!"

Takenori Akagi stepped forward, casting a huge shadow, and pointed his finger heavily at the "Winner" sign.

"In order to dominate the country, we will crush any opponent, no matter who they are."

"Whether it's Sannoh or Aiwa, they're just stepping stones!"

See you in the semifinals, Maki.

Akagi's eyes burned with determination. "Don't lose before you run into us."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

crazy!

This C-level team is actually challenging the seeded team, Hainan, to a semi-final match?

Do they know how many bosses are in between?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Mu Shen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, the sound resonating in his chest.

"Good! That's backbone!"

"If you can take down the Mountain King, I would be more than happy to do so."

"but……"

His eyes sharpened, revealing an air of dominance: "Before that, don't lose."

Just as the two Kanagawa teams clashed, and the high-energy background music was about to reach its peak...

"Hey, you guys actually took this seriously?"

An extremely piercing sound, like a rusty saw being forcefully inserted.

The crowd was roughly pushed aside.

A group of people wearing blue and gold team uniforms walked in.

The man in the lead had slicked-back hair, an open collar on his floral shirt, and a nauseatingly sarcastic smile on his face.

Toyotama High School's ace, Kishimoto Minori.

This group of people had a strong bandit-like aura about them.

They don't look like they're here to play ball; they look more like thugs collecting protection money.

Kishimoto, hands in his pockets, swaggered to the middle, giving Akagi a sinister glance:

"Did you get your brain caught in a door?"

"Have they asked Toyotama about their plans to reach the semifinals?"

He stretched out his finger and, extremely rudely, poked Akagi's nose:

"Don't forget, your first opponent is us."

"A bunch of country bumpkins who've never even stepped onto the floor of a national tournament, and they think they can beat Sannoh?"

"Shouldn't there be a limit to dreaming?"

"Pfft."

The Toyotama team members behind him burst out laughing.

"Kishimoto, don't say that."

"They've come all this way to Hiroshima, so let them have a good dream before they leave."

"Too."

Kishimoto shrugged, his mockery growing even more pronounced.

She deliberately looked at Lin Bei, her eyes filled with resentment.

He hadn't forgotten the humiliation of falling on the train.

"Especially you."

Kishimoto lowered his voice, his tone chilling.

"Kid, I'll cripple you myself."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder; it could ignite at any moment.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's strikingly red bald head suddenly peeked out from behind.

With a look of disgust, as if shooing away a buzzing greenbottle fly.

"Why is it these guys again?"

"It's like a persistent ghost."

Akagi Takenori didn't even lift his eyelids.

Its enormous body, when it stands there, is like a moving mountain.

He completely ignored Kishimoto, his voice as cold as the clanging of iron: "Ignore them, let's go."

ignore.

A complete and utter defeat.

This "you're not even worthy of my attention" attitude is a million times more hurtful than being verbally abused.

Kishimoto's facial muscles twitched violently, his anger rising to the top of his head.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze coiling around Maki Shinichi beside him like a venomous snake.

"Hey, Mu."

Kishimoto stood with his hands in his pockets, his chin raised in an infuriatingly smug way.

Those slanted eyes were filled with mockery: "I heard you actually lost to this bunch of country bumpkins? Tsk tsk tsk."

He shook his head dramatically, his tone sarcastic and mocking, just like a primary school student who had just learned to swear:

"How can you be so lame?"

"It seems the so-called 'Emperor of Kanagawa' is nothing special after all."

"A corner of the national top four..."

Kishimoto extended his finger and made a collapsing gesture in the air, while the voiceover said:

"Boom—it collapsed."

Dead silence.

The entire passage became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The faces of the people from Hainan instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Kiyota Nobunaga was so angry that his hair was practically standing on end, and his fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

Jin Soichiro also dropped his harmless smile, his eyes turning slightly cold.

Being attacked face-to-face is an insult to a champion.

Maki Shinichi didn't say anything.

He simply stared at Kishimoto, his dark, deep-set face devoid of any expression.

There was no anger, no shame.

There's only one kind of confusion... like looking at a pile of unknown trash on the roadside.

The silence lasted for a full five seconds.

Every second felt like a slap in Kishimoto's face.

Finally, Maki Shinichi made a move.

He frowned slightly, as if trying to rummage through his brain's recycle bin for memories.

Then he raised his hand, pointed at Kishimoto hesitantly, and said in a tone so sincere it made you want to cry:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

crit.

True damage.

100% armor penetration.

Kishimoto's sinister smile froze instantly.

It's like a cheap mask that cracked before it could even be properly worn.

That face changed from red to purple, then from purple to black, as spectacular as an overturned palette.

"puff--"

An extremely untimely burst of laughter broke the silence.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, clutching his stomach, laughed until tears streamed down his face, arching his back like a shrimp, and frantically patting Maki Shinichi's shoulder:

"Hahaha! Middle-aged man! Good question! That's a brilliant move!"

"Who is this guy? Even this genius doesn't recognize him! He's probably just some random passerby!"

Maki Shinichi's lips twitched slightly as he subtly shook off Sakuragi's hand.

Although Kiyota Nobunaga usually disliked Sakuragi, the two were surprisingly in agreement at this moment.

"Hahaha!"

A wild monkey jumped out and pointed at Kishimoto, making a face.

"Stop acting all high and mighty!"

"Trying to outwit our chief sheriff? You're 10 years too early!"

"A nobody who doesn't even deserve to be remembered!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on chaos.

He grabbed his ears with both hands, stuck his tongue out at Kishimoto, and stared intently at the eye-catching little ponytail at the back of Kishimoto's head:

"Hehehe!"

"Ponytail, ponytail~"

"Only sissies wear braids like that! Are you here to play ball or for a beauty pageant?"

"Damn it!!"

Kishimoto finally exploded.

The string of reason snapped completely.

As Toyotama's ace and Osaka's scoring machine, when has he ever been treated like this?

First, they were ignored, then they were ridiculed in public.

Finally, this red-haired monkey will humiliate my hairstyle.

"court death!"

Kishimoto roared, took a step forward, and his violent aura exploded, like a bull that had gone out of control.

The Toyotama team members behind them also surrounded them, each with an unfriendly expression and fierce eyes.

"Hey! You want to fight?!"

The atmosphere instantly escalated from verbal sparring to a full-blown brawl, the tension so intense it was almost suffocating.

However, they clearly chose the wrong target.

When it comes to competing in the national tournament, Shohoku might still be a newcomer.

But when it comes to fighting?

What is the true value of being a delinquent youth?

The Xiangbei team is practically the grandmasters.