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

Muto was clutching his stomach in pain.

His face turned pale.

He felt as if hundreds of bubbles were exploding wildly in his stomach.

He can't even fit a bite of A5 Wagyu beef into his mouth anymore.

"belch."

"No, I can't."

"I really can't drink anymore."

Muto was waving his hands and slumped in his chair.

Takenori Akagi sat in the main seat.

He looked at the chaotic scene before him, his brows furrowing deeply into a deep frown.

He was holding a cup of hot tea.

He looked up at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"High school students should not get used to this kind of extravagant lifestyle."

"This will wear down morale."

Akagi muttered under his breath, his face serious.

He turned to look at Kiminobu Kogure beside him, just about to speak up and straighten up the discipline.

Kogure smiled and pointed to the other side.

Akagi followed the gaze.

Mitsui Hisashi, in a completely unladylike manner, wrestled with Miyagi Ryota for a sizzling, oily lamb chop.

"You idiot, this land is mine."

Mitsui was biting hard at one end of the lamb chop.

"Whoever grabs it gets to keep it."

"What do you know, you physical idiot?"

Miyagi held on to the other end, refusing to let go.

Even the usually cold-blooded Rukawa Kaede was furious because Sakuragi had taken a piece of salmon from him.

The two started kicking each other wildly under the table.

Akagi looked at the rarely relaxed smiles on his teammates' faces.

The harsh words stuck in his throat.

Since entering the national competition, everyone has been on edge.

The intense training and immense pressure left them barely able to breathe.

Akagi finally sighed helplessly.

His furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Never mind, never mind."

"Indulging once in a while isn't necessarily a bad thing."

He picked up a piece of Wagyu beef and put it in his mouth.

The amazing melt-in-your-mouth texture made even this tough guy squint his eyes.

The second and third rounds of dishes were served continuously.

Kiyota Nobunaga was like a ruthless food processor.

He used both hands.

He held a succulent foie gras in his left hand and a steak in his right.

Click, click.

His cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hiding food.

His eyes revealed a fanatical fervor, as if he were ready to die.

Even if I ate myself to death, I absolutely could not eat less than that red-haired monkey.

Kiyota screamed wildly in his heart.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was equally determined.

He picked up the whole plate and poured the seafood fried rice into his mouth.

Half an hour later.

Kiyota Nobunaga faced the daunting challenge of eating so much that he rolled his eyes back.

He slumped weakly in the chair, his legs stretched out straight.

Her once flat stomach now visibly bulged into a round, plump shape.

His face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if he could see the gates of heaven opening for him.

"Hiccup~~"

Kiyota Nobunaga patted his round belly.

He let out an extremely loud, drawn-out burp.

at this time.

A feeling of extreme satisfaction and happiness welled up inside him.

My mind involuntarily drifted back to the hellish training experience I had in Hainan.

Running laps that never seem to end.

Endless strength training.

They also had to deal with Coach Gao's folding fan that would hit them on the head at the drop of a hat, and Senior Maki's perpetually stern black face.

That was simply not a life fit for a human being.

Let's look at it now.

Top-grade Wagyu beef is digested in the stomach.

The air conditioner is on.

I leaned back in the soft chair.

This is what life is all about!

The atmosphere at the banquet had reached its climax.

Kiyota Nobunaga suddenly jumped up from his chair as if he had been electrocuted.

He turned his head, his usual arrogant and domineering attitude towards Xiangbei completely changed.

He rubbed his hands together, speaking in an extremely obsequious tone.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lin Bei.

This speed at which he changed his expression was something even the seasoned lobby manager admired.

"Brother Lin Bei~"

Kiyota Nobunaga's voice was sickeningly sweet.

The sound echoed throughout the enormous banquet hall.

The entire venue fell into complete silence.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Kiyota as if he were an alien.

Kiyota didn't care about the stares of the crowd.

What does saving face matter when you're just trying to make a living?

"Brother Lin Bei."

"Is the food at Shohoku always this good?"

"Is Shohoku still short of players? Is it too late for me to transfer schools now?"

"I can carry your bag, hold your umbrella, and buy you water."

"Just bring me with you for every meal."

Kiyota Nobunaga clasped his hands together, his eyes full of expectation.

"puff."

Mitsui Hisashi, who was drinking water, sprayed it all over Miyagi Ryota's face.

Sakuragi Hanamichi laughed so hard he fell off his chair and rolled around on the carpet, clutching his stomach.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You wild monkey, you actually want to join this genius's team?"

"That's hilarious!"

Hainan.

Kazuma Takasago covered his face.

Jin Soichiro awkwardly turned his head away, pretending not to recognize the person.

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, raised an eyebrow, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Transfer schools?"

Lin Bei drawled out the last syllable of his sentence, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Shohoku doesn't accept players who can't even compete for food."

Kiyota was about to puff out his chest and retort, wanting to prove that he could definitely eat a lot.

A huge shadow had fallen over his head.

Maki Shinichi's face darkened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

That already mature face was now as black as a piece of red-hot iron.

"Qing! Tian!"

Maki Shinichi let out a deafening roar.

His right hand was clenched into a fist the size of a sandbag.

boom.

A powerful, heavy iron fist.

It slammed solidly into Kiyota Nobunaga's head.

"Aww."

Kiyota screamed and crouched on the ground, clutching his head.

A large lump appeared on the top of his head.

This was arguably the most tangible benefit Kiyota Nobunaga gained from this feast.

The iron fist of love from the emperor.

You've completely disgraced Hainan.

"I said through gritted teeth."

He grabbed Kiyota by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chick.

Lin Bei watched the farce unfold and lazily stood up.

He pulled out a wet wipe from the table and casually wiped his long, slender fingers.

"Alright, it seems everyone has almost finished eating."

Lin Bei casually tossed the wet wipe into the silver tray, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the group of people rubbing their stomachs.

He slowly unveiled a new plan.

"After eating, you need to digest your food."

Lin Bei turned his head to look at his side.

"Is the place I arranged ready?"

The lobby manager immediately stepped forward, his smile brighter than any flower.

"Don't worry, Young Master Lin."

"The top-floor, full-view ocean-view KTV VIP room is now open."

"All the audio equipment is top-of-the-line."

"The song selection system has also been updated to the latest music library."

"Beverages and snacks are available at any time."

Upon hearing this...

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was previously sprawled on the ground, was instantly revived.

"KTV!"

"My genius, magnetic singing voice finally has a chance to shine."

Sakuragi waved his arms excitedly.

It was as if I could already see the thousands of fans in the audience.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who had just been getting beaten up, suddenly raised his head.

Even though he had a bump on his head.

But his eyes remained arrogant, and he roared defiantly:

"Red-haired monkey."

"When it comes to singing, I'm the number one karaoke queen in Hainan."