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

Zebei's face stiffened, and he was about to retort.

Shohoku has quickly served the ball from the baseline.

The transitions between offense and defense are breathtakingly fast!

Miyagi Ryota was like a high-powered sports car, forcibly pushing forward despite the pressure from Fukatsu.

Inside the penalty area, Sakuragi faced off against Mikio once again.

Looking at the unyielding wall of flesh in front of him, Sakuragi's simple-minded mind raced.

"hateful……"

"This fat guy is too strong; we definitely can't win by fighting him head-on."

"How exactly do we deal with guys who make a living solely through their physical abilities?"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Sakuragi's mind.

He remembered the arrogant Kishimoto Minori from his time at Toyotama High School.

He also remembered how Lin Bei dealt with Nan Lie, who liked to use underhanded tactics!

That move!

Sakuragi's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"yes!"

"That's the move Master used, and it sent Nan Lie flying three meters away!"

"Even the referee didn't call a foul on him!"

"If this genius also uses this move, a mere fat guy will be a piece of cake!"

Thinking of this, Sakuragi's smile gradually became more unrestrained.

He stopped the pointless shoving and took a half-step back.

Mikio looked at Sakuragi, who had given up on blocking the way, with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, big guy."

Sakuragi lowered his voice and laughed mysteriously.

"Do you know what people in Kanagawa Prefecture call me?"

Miki's curiosity was piqued, and he tilted his large head forward slightly, asking in a憨憨 (simple and honest) manner:

"Huh? What's your name?"

Sakuragi took a deep breath.

He suddenly bent over, his center of gravity sinking to its lowest point.

Her eyes were fixed on Miki's chest, a mad flame burning in them.

Listen carefully!

"They all call me—Sakuragi the Genius!!"

This was accompanied by a roar.

Sakuragi slammed his right foot off the floor and stepped forward with his left.

All the strength in your body is concentrated in your right shoulder!

This is the ultimate killing move he "stole" from Lin Bei!

The next second, Sakuragi, like a red cannonball, crashed head-on into it.

"Take this from the genius—Iron Mountain Lean!!"

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud exploded within the restricted area, like two trucks colliding.

Mikio Kawada, weighing 130 kilograms, was completely unprepared.

Under the force of the impact, Miki let out a muffled groan.

The massive body was actually knocked off the ground by the impact, and it staggered back three big steps.

Finally, he stumbled and fell heavily onto the wooden floor with a "thud".

The entire basketball hoop seemed to tremble.

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Someone actually managed to knock down Sannoh's behemoth head-on?!

"Great!!"

Sakuragi excitedly raised his arms and jumped around on the spot.

"It broke through! It really broke through!"

"Hahaha! This genius is truly invincible!"

"What national number one? In front of this genius's Iron Mountain Lean, they're all paper tigers!"

However, Sakuragi's maniacal laughter hadn't even subsided yet.

"Beep—!!!"

A piercing whistle ruthlessly shattered the silence of the entire arena.

The referee, whistle in hand and face ashen, sprinted toward the scorer's table.

While running, clench your right fist and push with extreme force.

Then he pointed his right index finger firmly at Sakuragi, who was still cheering.

"Attacker commits a foul!!"

"Shohoku's number 10! Charging!"

"Abnormal physical contact!"

The referee's decision was amplified and carried to every corner of the stadium.

Sakuragi's smile froze on the spot.

His raised hands froze in mid-air, completely petrified.

"Wh...what?!"

Sakuragi's eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Foul! Offensive foul!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of international joke is this!"

"This isn't an American football stadium!"

"That red-haired number 10 is just messing around!"

"Who plays basketball by directly hitting someone's chest with their shoulder? That's so barbaric!"

Sannoh fans erupted in a frenzy of shouting and insults.

Sakuragi panicked, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and stormed up to the referee in a fit of rage.

"Are you kidding me, referee?!"

Sakuragi pointed at Mikio sitting on the ground, hopping mad with frustration.

"This fat bastard was the one who bumped into me with his bucket-like waist first!"

"You're praising me instead of him?!"

"Referee, you're so biased! Did you take a bribe from Sannoh?!"

The referee was so angry with Sakuragi that he blew his beard and glared at him, his hand already reaching for the whistle.

It looked like they were about to issue another technical foul.

Akagi Takenori reacted quickly, rushing forward in one stride.

They grabbed Sakuragi from behind and covered his mouth tightly, forcibly dragging him backward.

"Shut up, you shameful idiot!" Akagi was so angry that smoke was practically billowing from his head.

Standing outside the three-point line, Lin Bei covered his forehead in silence.

He couldn't help but mentally rant and rave.

"You're such a conspicuous simpleton..."

"When I fought Nan Lie, I used the hidden force from Bajiquan."

"Combined with the principles of Tai Chi's neutralizing and deflecting force, they even added an extremely realistic fake fall as a cover!"

"That was a highly technical maneuver, done in the referee's blind spot!"

"What kind of 'Iron Mountain Lean' is that?"

"You're just like a mad boar charging in a straight line!"

"Are you afraid the referee is blind and can't see it?"

Lin Bei sighed helplessly. It was really me who was the clown this time. All my teaching was for nothing.

The highest point of the stands.

The four members of Sakuragi's gang covered their faces in unison, with expressions that said, "I don't know this guy."

Yohei Mito shook his head with a wry smile: "Damn it, Hanamichi's old idiotic habit has kicked in again."

Takamiya Nozomi patted her large pregnant belly and sighed, "No way, does he want to be fouled out again when we get to the national tournament stage?"

Yuji Oonan and Chuichiro Noma wailed in unison, "Please, this match has only just begun!"

The exclusive stands of Hainan University Affiliated High School.

Kiyota Nobunaga was clutching his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears almost streaming down his face.

"Hahaha! I can't take it anymore! This is hilarious!"

"What kind of brilliant tactic is this! This is practically a suicide attack!"

Kiyota pointed at Sakuragi, who was being held down by Akagi on the field, and mocked him relentlessly.

"Truly worthy of being called the one and only exit king in Kanagawa Prefecture!"

"Hey wild monkey, you're not planning to pull another lightning-fast exit during the fight with the Mountain King, are you?!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Inside the venue.

Mikio Kawada finally got up from the ground.

He dusted off his bottom and walked over to Sakuragi, who was still struggling with Akagi.

Miki scratched her huge butt again, looking at Sakuragi with a blank expression.

"That...red-haired classmate..."

"You just said your name is Genius Sakuragi, but the people in the stands call you the King of Exits..."

Miki asked very seriously, "How many nicknames do you have?"

This statement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Sakuragi's face went from tomato red to liver purple, and steam was practically radiating from it.

"None of your business, you fatso!!"

Rukawa Kaede, sitting on the sidelines, looked speechless.

"You big idiot."