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

"Alright, calm down."

The man stood up gracefully and slowly buttoned his suit jacket.

He instantly reverted to the decisive and efficient demeanor of a multinational conglomerate leader.

"I'm just speculating reasonably."

"After all, you've never been allowed even a female mosquito to get close to you since you were a child."

"I just thought it was too much trouble!"

Lin Bei rolled his eyes in annoyance and slumped back into his chair.

"Hurry up and go, I need to sleep."

"I have to go to the stadium to act as a babysitter tomorrow."

The man walked to the entrance hall and paused for a moment as he pushed the door open.

His tall figure, illuminated by the corridor lights, revealed a rare hint of paternal warmth.

"I'll be there tomorrow." The man didn't turn around; his voice was low and steady.

"No matter what, since you've chosen to stay in this boring game, don't embarrass me."

Lin Bei snorted in response.

"By the way..."

The man placed his hand on the doorknob, revealing a cunningly sly smile.

"I've prepared a small gift for you."

Lin Bei's brow twitched, and he sat up straight alertly: "What gift?"

"You'll find out when the time comes."

Before Lin Bei could ask any further questions, the door slammed shut with a click.

Lin Bei's sarcastic remark was abruptly cut off inside the door.

Lin Bei stared at the tightly closed door, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart for no reason.

Given his father's nouveau riche style of throwing money at people and buying out entire venues at the drop of a hat.

This so-called "little gift" will absolutely blow your mind.

"Whatever, whatever happens, happens. The system will take care of it if the sky falls."

Lin Bei rubbed his messy hair and threw himself onto the soft bed.

Sleep in seconds.

……

At the same time.

An indoor basketball court in the suburbs of Hiroshima.

"Bang--!"

A brutal tomahawk dunk sent the entire basketball hoop reeling in a painful groan.

The massive body hanging from the rim crashed to the ground, the sneakers scraping violently against the wooden floor with a piercing screech.

The sound echoed in the empty stadium.

Like a sharp knife, it pierced through the psychological defenses of the five college students opposite.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sweat and a suffocating sense of anxiety.

On the scoreboard, the glaring red light flashed wildly.

There are two minutes left in the game.

The five players, dressed in dark blue college jerseys, were now supporting themselves on their knees with their hands, their chests heaving like broken bellows.

Sweat dripped down their chins, splashing onto the floor in puddles.

The fighting spirit in their eyes had long been crushed, leaving only deep helplessness and fear.

On the other hand, there were five high school students wearing white jerseys standing opposite them.

Breathing was steady, and steps were light.

It felt as if what I had just experienced was not a high-intensity full-court competition, but just an after-dinner stroll.

On the sidelines, Aida Yayoi, an acquaintance of Coach Domoto, was invited in to watch the game.

At this moment, she was gripping the pen tightly in her hand, her palms were covered in cold sweat.

As a senior reporter for Basketball Weekly, she has seen countless big events.

But tonight, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

crazy.

This is simply a case of being outmatched!

That dark blue team on the field, which was being beaten so badly, was no pushover!

That was an "all-star" group composed of star alumni from several top universities, including Fukasawa University of Physical Education!

Their physical strength, competition experience, and tactical awareness far surpass those of high school students.

Before the match began, Aida Yayoi even felt that Coach Domoto's arrangement of this practice match was too harsh.

But the result?

In no time at all, the score gap widened to 20 points. Then it reached 30 points, 40 points...

Those five boys wearing "Sannoh Industrial" jerseys went on a rampage!

They were like a heartless, precision meat grinder, relentlessly grinding the dignity of these star alumni into the ground.

Aida Yayoi's gaze swept over each of Sannoh's five starting players.

Inside, Masashi Kawata, wearing jersey number 7, resembled an ancient behemoth draped in human skin.

He not only possesses the terrifying power of a center.

He can even shoot three-pointers and drive to the basket like a guard!

That breathtaking dunk was achieved by him forcefully pushing past two defenders in the paint.

On the front line.

Sawakita Eiji, who was hailed as the number one high school student, had eyes as cold as ice.

No matter how the senior students on the other side tried to surround and pull them away.

He always manages to put the ball into the basket from the most unbelievable angles.

He even completed a layup in mid-air, taking on three opponents.

The time spent in the air is so long that it defies the common sense of physics.

What terrified Aida Yayoi the most was number 4, who stood at the top of the arc with a monk's head and an expressionless face.

Kazunari Fukatsu.

The absolute brain and spiritual leader of this beastly legion.

Throughout the entire match, Kazunari Fukatsu's expression remained unchanged.

He doesn't smile when he scores, and he doesn't get angry when he's fouled.

Like an invisible ghost, he calmly dismantled the university team's defense with an extremely terrifying overall perspective and vision.

Zero errors.

For a full thirty-eight minutes, he delivered a zero-commitment performance against the high-pressure pressing of a college star guard!

"That's absolutely amazing..."

Aida Yayoi muttered to herself, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

She opened her notebook, which was filled with intelligence on various teams, and looked at the densely packed analysis on the page about Sannoh.

Suddenly, I felt that these words were so pale and powerless.

"People outside say they are the strongest team Sannoh Industrial has had in the last ten years... and that's definitely not an exaggeration."

Aida Yayoi swallowed hard, her eyes filled with horror.

"Based on the records just now...maybe...no, it's definitely true!"

"They are absolutely the strongest class in the history of Sannoh High School!"

"Beep—!"

The referee blew the final whistle.

Sannoh Industrial High School crushed the University All-Star Team.

"Both sides line up!"

In the center of the field, ten players stand facing each other.

On one side were high school students standing ramrod straight with calm expressions.

On one side were dejected, sweating college students.

"Thank you all for your guidance!"

The entire Sannoh team bowed at a 90-degree angle, their voices loud and clear, their manners impeccable.

However, this word "guidance" sounded somewhat jarring to the university alumni at that moment.

The senior students shook their heads with wry smiles, patted the group of little monsters on the shoulders, and walked heavily toward the locker room.

They just want to get out of this sad place as soon as possible, and don't want to stay for even a second longer.

As the players dispersed, Aida Yayoi took a deep breath to calm her wildly beating heart.

She grabbed a recorder and notebook, and strode quickly to the center of the venue in her high heels.

Her goal was clear: Kazunari Fukatsu.

Since this man joined Sannoh, he has never suffered a defeat in an official match.

He is the anchor of this invincible warship.

"Fakatsu-kun! Excuse me!"

Aida Yayoi jogged over, a professional smile plastered on her face.

"I am Yayoi Aida from Basketball Weekly."

"The practice match just now was very exciting."

"May I have a brief interview with you now?"