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

Nan Lie gritted his teeth.

A sense of fear crept into my heart.

He called himself a "top assassin," but he had never encountered a monster like Lin Bei.

That look was even colder and more cruel than his.

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and Toyotama's coach walked in with a sullen face.

The laughter inside stopped abruptly, and the players all stood up straight.

The coach walked to the tactics board and picked up a pen: "In the second half, continue to lock down that center forward; don't let him receive the ball easily."

He turned his head and fixed his gaze on Nan Lie: "Number 16, you also need to be careful and not rush forward to steal the ball."

Looking at Nan Lie's pale face, the coach said sternly, "Nan Lie, don't keep using this method."

Nan Lie suddenly raised his head and looked at Kishimoto and the others, his eyes extremely cold:

"Play some dirty tricks in the second half, provoke them, and if that doesn't work, send them off the field."

He completely ignored the coach's warnings.

The coach slammed the tactical board to the ground, the crisp sound of it shattering echoing throughout the room.

"Nan! This is the national competition!"

"You won't get far like this! You'll be disqualified immediately!"

The coach roared and pointed at Nan Lie's nose.

Kishimoto Minori stood in front of Nan Lie and loudly retorted, "Coach, what do you know? We will definitely win."

"Toyotama basketball is all about speed and ruthlessness; that's our tradition," Kishimoto said firmly.

The coach shook his head in disappointment, then sneered as he looked at the group of players who had gone berserk.

"A fool's dream."

"Over the years, this kind of fast and ruthless approach has at best gotten you into the top eight, right?"

"Do you think you can get first place in the country by injuring people?"

"The facts have already been proven during Coach Kitano's era..."

"Shut up!"

Nan Lie charged out like an enraged beast, his eyes bloodshot.

Coach Kitano is his bottom line.

Nan Lie grabbed the coach by the throat, glaring at him fiercely: "I'm going to kill you! You're not allowed to insult Coach Kitano!"

The coach was choked until his feet left the ground, and his face turned blue and purple.

Kishimoto Minori was shocked and rushed over to pull him away, shouting, "Minami! Stop! You've gone too far!"

Daijiro Itakura and Kyohei Yasho also ran over and together pulled Minami away.

The coach's knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his throat and coughing violently.

"What are you doing, Nan!" the coach roared, his face flushed red.

Nan Lie, panting heavily, glared at the coach and roared:

"Toyotama's basketball is all about Coach Kitano's run-and-gun offense!"

"You're such an amateur, you have no right to teach us!"

The atmosphere in the lounge had completely plummeted to freezing point; Toyotama's team had fallen apart.

Looking at the coach kneeling on the ground and the crazed Nan Lie, Kishimoto Minori felt a sense of unprecedented confusion.

Is this the victory they were looking for?

The locker room in Toyotama was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for the coach's violent coughing as he lay on the floor, clutching his throat.

Nan Lie released his grip expressionlessly, turned around, and walked towards the metal wardrobe in the corner.

Sweat dripped down his jawline, but he didn't even bother to wipe it away.

His gaze swept across the noisy corridor, as if drifting to a very distant place.

Coach Kitano, you must be watching us from somewhere.

Nan Lie clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even realize his nails were digging into his flesh.

Only one obsessive thought remained in my mind:

Victory using Coach Kitano's tactics is the only justice.

Kishimoto Minori, standing nearby, was yelling like a mad dog that had lost its mind:

"That number 16 is too arrogant! We have to take him out in the second half!"

Daijiro Itakura also chimed in enthusiastically.

The entire Toyotama crew was gripped by a morbid frenzy.

In contrast, the atmosphere in Shohoku's locker room was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Takenori Akagi sat on the bench with his head down, his hands gripping his knees.

Sakuragi Hanamichi leaned against the wall, unusually suppressing his usual carefree attitude, and stared at the door with a furrowed brow.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the rusty iron door was pushed open.

Rukawa Kaede stood expressionlessly at the door. His left eyebrow had just been stitched up, and the thick white gauze was soaked with dark red blood, so swollen that its original outline was almost unrecognizable.

Ayako immediately covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Akagi suddenly stood up.

Sakuragi Hanamichi strode forward.

His gaze lingered unabashedly on the blood-soaked gauze, his tone unusually serious:

"Hey, does it hurt?"

Rukawa Kaede ignored him and went straight into the room.

His only remaining right eye burned with an indomitable fighting spirit, fixed intently on Lin Bei.

Lin Bei leaned against the locker, listlessly tossing a roll of medical bandages aside.

Without even lifting an eyelid: "What? Still planning to go on stage?"

Akagi strode over and shouted angrily.

Kogure and Miyagi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Rukawa's arm, fearing that he would joke about his career.

Rukawa Kaede remained silent, stubbornly shaking off Kogure's hand, and continued to stare intently at Lin Bei.

Lin Bei sighed and casually tossed the bandage onto the bench with a dull thud.

"You all step back."

He straightened up and walked towards Rukawa Kaede.

A cold glare immediately silenced Akagi's remaining words of dissuasion.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly between them.

"Then...give me a few minutes."

Lin Bei spoke up, turning to Coach Anzai, "Coach, please clear the area for me."

Coach Anzai adjusted his reflective glasses and nodded, signaling everyone to go outside first.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stopped at the door, glanced back at Rukawa Kaede, and ultimately said nothing.

The door closed, leaving only the two people in the locker room.

Lin Bei pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and launched into a sarcastic remark:

"You have no sense of distance at all. You're not even as good as a blind person now. Going on the field would just be feeding the enemy."

Rukawa's hands were bulging with veins, and his voice was hoarse but unusually firm: "I can score."

"But do you want revenge?"

Lin Bei changed the subject and looked directly at his intact right eye.

"think."

Rukawa answered without hesitation, his voice icy cold.

"Then listen to me, close your right eye, and be a pure blind monk."

Lin Bei lowered his voice and slammed the basketball in his hand heavily onto the wooden floor.

He started dribbling the ball quickly around Rukawa Kaede, the sound of his shoes rubbing against the ball mingling with the sound of his dribbling.

"Where?" Lin Bei asked.

Rukawa Kaede frowned: "Left front."

Before he could finish speaking, the basketball hit him squarely in the chest.

Lin Bei's voice was laced with merciless mockery: "Due left. Are your ears just for show?"

The time was very short, and the special training was extremely rigorous.

Lin Bei constantly changed his dribbling rhythm, using the most venomous words to provoke Rukawa Kaede's nerves.

This forces him to give up his dependence on sight and fully awaken his wild instincts.

The second half is about to begin.

A blinding white light shone from the exit in front of the players' tunnel.

The moment the Shohoku team appeared, the cheers from the audience instantly turned into gasps of surprise.

Rukawa Kaede followed at the back of the group, his left eye covered with a blood-soaked bandage.

The white jersey was still stained with mottled blood.

"Are you crazy?"

"He still wants to go on stage?"

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was in the stands, was so shocked that he stood up abruptly.

Jin Soichiro pushed up his glasses and said in a solemn tone that this kind of injury would completely destroy any sense of distance between them.

Coach Gao closed his folding fan.

Maki Shinichi crossed his arms and fixed his deep gaze on Rukawa Kaede.

Everyone felt that Shohoku was drinking poison to quench their thirst.