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

On the field.

Rukawa Kaede landed.

Without even glancing at Nan Lie, he turned and left.

He paused as he passed the Shohoku bench.

He looked at Lin Bei, who was lying on the chair pretending to be dead.

He raised his hand and made a shooting gesture.

His gaze was calm, but his provocation was palpable.

"See? I've learned it too."

Lin Bei slightly lifted the towel covering his face, revealing a dead fish eye.

Seeing Rukawa Kaede's smug "praise me" expression, Lin Bei rolled his eyes.

My inner monologue was flooded with comments:

"What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"

"It's just a quick three-pointer, why are you making it sound like you're saving the galaxy?"

"That's a template provided by the system, a 100% hit rate cheat."

"What you have is at best a high-quality counterfeit from Pinduoduo."

"You just got lucky and made it. If you miss the next shot, I'll yell at you to death."

Although I was internally ranting and raving, my energy was off the charts.

But Lin Bei still lazily extended a thumb and waved it perfunctorily.

"Okay, okay, you're the strongest, you're the best."

"I want to finish this quickly and go back to the hotel."

Rukawa Kaede looked at the perfunctory thumbs-up and his lips twitched slightly.

That bastard... he's infuriating.

But the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

Since you don't want to move, then let me end the game.

……

"Counterattack!!"

"Get running, everyone!!"

Nan Lie picked up the basketball and roared like a madman.

He was shot in the face by a freshman, using his own technique.

This is practically rubbing his face into the ground.

If he doesn't get his revenge, how will he, as the "Osaka scoring champion," ever survive in the industry again?

Fengyu and the others were awakened by this shout.

Yeah, we're an A-level powerhouse, how could we be so easily crushed by a bunch of C-level rookies?

run!

As long as you start running, you have a chance!

Itakura dribbles the ball forward at extremely high speed.

Once Toyota's "run-and-gun" offense is in operation, it will indeed pose a huge threat.

Possession of the ball changed hands quickly, eventually ending up in the hands of Nan Lie at the top of the penalty arc.

There are only 5 seconds left on the attack.

"Akagi's been marked, the paint is open!"

A glint of light flashed in Nan Lie's eyes.

opportunity!

He lowered his center of gravity, preparing for a powerful breakthrough.

But standing before him was an iceberg: Rukawa Kaede.

"Get out of my way!!"

Nan Lie roared, using his skillful change of direction to try to lose his balance.

left?

right?

Nan Lie's feint was so realistic that an ordinary player would probably have had their ankle severed long ago.

But Rukawa Kaede...

His eyes have changed.

A wild, red light suddenly shone from the depths of his previously indifferent black eyes.

That's [wildness].

After being "trained" by Lin Bei and Sendoh in the county tournament, Rukawa Kaede awakened his apex predator instincts.

now.

In his view, Nan Lie was no longer a person.

Instead, it was a panicked prey.

Every breath Nan Lie took, every tremor of his muscles, even the direction his gaze drifted.

All of this was clearly presented in Rukawa Kaede's mind.

"Too slow."

Just as Nan Lie started moving.

Rukawa Kaede moved.

It's not retreating, it's pressing forward!

Like a red fox hunting its prey, it swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly bites down on the prey's throat.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The basketball was forcefully snatched from Nan Lie's arms by that long, slender hand.

"What?!"

Nan Lie felt a sudden lightness in his hand and stood there dumbfounded.

How is that possible?

He clearly lost his balance!

Does this guy have mind-reading abilities?!

Before he could react, Rukawa had already dribbled the ball and sped away.

Quick attack!

One man, one ball; the black lightning instantly tore through the defense.

"Stop him!!"

Itakura and Iwata desperately chased back.

But when faced with Rukawa Kaede's unleashed "wild" power, their speed was as slow as an old lady crossing the street.

One step from the free-throw line.

Rukawa Kaede takes off.

The body stretched out in the air like a fully drawn bow.

Itakura and Iwata jumped at the same time, their four arms forming a human wall.

"Get down here!!"

air.

Rukawa Kaede showed no fear despite being blocked by two players.

He twisted his waist forcefully in mid-air, making an extremely exaggerated pull, and narrowly avoided the block.

Stay in the air.

It was as if they had escaped gravity.

Only after the two began to fall did Rukawa slam the ball hard into the basket.

boom--!!!

One-handed dunk!

It was a double-teamed, lever-and-dunk attempt!

The ultimate expression of violent aesthetics!

35: 11.

Rukawa Kaede hung from the frame with one hand, his body swaying slightly, the red light in his narrow eyes gradually fading.

Landing.

He coldly surveyed the stunned Toyotama players.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely insulting.

"you……"

"Too weak."

……

In the stands, the Hainan team's area.

Maki Shinichi's expression was solemn as he stared intently at the audience.

"That look in his eyes...that beastly aura..."

"Rukawa Kaede has gotten stronger again."

Kiyota Nobunaga, standing to the side, curled his lip, his face full of dissatisfaction:

"Pshaw! What's so great about it!"

"I could dunk that ball too!"

"That stinky fox just loves to show off!"

Maki Shinichi shook his head, his gaze deep: "No, Kiyota. Didn't you notice?"

"In that instant, his intuition outpaced his thinking."

"That's the body's instinct, the legendary... freestyle basketball."

At this point, Mu Shenyi's tone revealed a hint of worry:

"Moreover, I feel that he is getting closer and closer to the door of that 'Zone'."

"If we let him take that step, plus the unfathomable Lin Bei..."

……

On the field, the atmosphere at Toyotama had reached freezing point.

They were down by 24 points after just 10 minutes.

This is a devastating blow to a strong team known for its offensive prowess.

Nan Lie stood in the center circle, his hands on his knees, large beads of sweat hitting the floor.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, but a chilling aura surged within them.

We lost...

If this continues, we will definitely lose.

The shadow of number 16 still lingers; Akagi's inside game remains unsolvable.

Now even a freshman like Rukawa Kaede dares to shit on his head.

Nan Lie looked up at Rukawa Kaede, who was coldly watching him from not far away.

That handsome face...it's so damn good-looking, I just want to destroy it.

"Since we can't win in a direct confrontation..."

Nan Lie straightened up and wiped his sweat.

His expression suddenly became calm, a calmness that was chilling.

Like the stillness before a storm.

"Then don't blame me."

Nan Lie murmured softly, his voice seeming to come from hell.

"Victory is the only justice."

"I'll do anything to win."

Even if it means... crippling you.

His gaze was fixed on Rukawa's knees and ankles.

Like a seasoned butcher eyeing pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"That number 16 slipped away quickly, I didn't have a chance to make a move."

"Then let's use you as a sacrifice, Rukawa Kaede."

……

In the stands.

Maki Shinichi suddenly stood up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

As his old rival, he was all too familiar with Nan Lie's expression.

That was the signal that the assassin was about to draw his knife.

"Oh no! Rukawa is going to be in serious trouble!"

Unfortunately, his warning was drowned out by the deafening cheers from the crowd.

Rukawa Kaede remained standing on the field, oblivious to the impending danger.

Meanwhile, on the Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

His brows furrowed slightly.

An extremely unpleasant feeling welled up inside me.

Malice, pure malice.

Someone had murderous intent.

Lin Bei sat up straight, his gaze sharp as a knife, precisely piercing Nan Lie on the field.

Looking into Nan Lie's sinister eyes, Lin Bei slowly curled a cruel smile onto his lips.

The fingers tapped the knee lightly, making a rhythmic sound.

"Want to play dirty?"

"That's interesting."

"but……"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Bei's eyes.

"If you dare to touch my teammates."

"I'll show you what true...cruelty is."