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

Amu took a deep breath.

The way he looked at Lin Bei completely changed.

If what we were wary of before was Lin Bei's individual ability on the field...

So now, he is experiencing a kind of dimensional reduction attack from his intelligence and vision.

Shohoku truly possesses an extremely terrifying monster.

"I see!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi slapped his thigh and jumped up excitedly.

"I knew it!"

"How could my genius be wrong!"

"The Super Butt Technique is the ultimate weapon to counter that fat guy!"

He raised his eyebrows at Rukawa Kaede with a smug look.

"Did you hear that? Even Lin Bei has admitted to this genius's tactics!"

Rukawa Kaede silently rolled his eyes.

He simply couldn't be bothered with this single-celled organism.

Akagi Takenori let out a long breath.

The initial tension caused by Morishige Hiroshi's terrifying power was completely shattered by Lin Bei's words.

That's right.

Basketball is not simply a contest of strength.

With tactics and targeted defense, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated!

The outcome of the match on the field was no longer in doubt.

Five minutes into the second half.

The point difference has exceeded fifty points; it's practically a one-sided massacre.

The players were so exhausted on the field that they didn't even have the strength to walk, and they had become lambs to the slaughter.

The game entered garbage time early.

The people from Shohoku and Hainan also decided not to watch any longer.

Everyone stood up, ready to leave the stadium.

When you reach the fork in the passage.

Both teams stopped in their tracks.

Maki Shinichi turned around.

He raised his hand and calmly adjusted the coat he was wearing, which belonged to the Hainan University Affiliated High School.

Pull the collar straight.

Then, Amu raised his head.

Those sharp, hawk-like eyes looked down on the crowd.

He looked straight at Akagi Takenori, who was standing at the very front of the line.

Finally, their gaze fell on Lin Bei.

An aura of dominance belonging to the king of Hainan emanated from Amu without reservation.

"Lin Bei, your tactical analysis is brilliant."

Amu's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the empty corridor.

"However, I'll handle this monster from Mingpeng Industries."

He smiled confidently, exuding an aura of authority.

"The ultimate stage of the national competition doesn't need too many variables."

"As for your Shohoku..."

Amu's gaze immediately turned cold and oppressive.

"Let's worry about the match against us first."

"In the semifinals, we, Hainan, will crush your pathetic fantasies with our absolute strength."

This is the ultimate declaration of war from the king.

The gunpowder smell in the air was immediately ignited.

Kiyota Nobunaga was trembling with excitement as he stared intently at Sakuragi.

Sakuragi was about to rush up and start yelling.

But a large, broad hand pressed down on his head.

Takenori Akagi walks past Sakuragi.

He stood firmly in front of Amu, like half an iron tower.

The two team captains' gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air, as if they could spark a real flame.

"Don't be so self-important, Mu."

Akagi's voice was deep and rumbling like thunder, carrying an indomitable will of steel.

"I've been chanting the slogan of dominating the whole country until now."

"Tomorrow's winners will definitely be Shohoku!"

Akagi's eyes were slightly red with fighting spirit, and every word he spoke was firm and resounding.

"I will personally travel to Hainan and obtain the ticket to the finals!"

The two stood facing each other.

Neither of them retreated an inch.

The oppressive atmosphere made the surrounding freshmen afraid to even breathe.

Just when the tension was at its peak, with swords drawn and the atmosphere extremely tense.

"Ouch!"

A loud and unseemly yawn abruptly broke the suffocating standoff.

Lin Bei rubbed the physiological tears that had welled up in his eyes.

He casually crushed the empty Coke can in his hand.

Clang.

With a casual toss, the can traced a perfect parabola through the air before landing precisely in a trash can ten meters away.

He slowly walked up to Akagi.

He patted his team captain on the shoulder.

Then, Lin Bei looked at Maki Shinichi, whose face was serious, with a half-smile.

"Alright, stop posing here."

Lin Bei mercilessly switched to finishing blow mode.

"When you reach middle age, you should drink more goji berry tea and drink less harsh words."

He put his hands back into his pockets, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"Remember to do more warm-up exercises before you go on stage tomorrow."

"What if we hit him and he strained his back..."

"I'm not paying for the medical expenses."

*Pfft*

Ryota Miyagi behind him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sakuragi Hanamichi clutched his stomach and burst into wild laughter, pointing at Maki and yelling, "Middle-aged uncle!"

Amu's eye twitched violently twice.

The original intention was to create an aura of kingly dominance.

Lin Bei's casual remark shattered his defenses, causing him to break down on the spot.

We'll see.

Amu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, uttered the last three words, turned around, and led the Hainan team away in a long stride.

Lin Bei watched their departing figures.

He burst out laughing.

The semi-finals.

The real hunt has only just begun.

……

Outside the car window, the dazzling night view of Hiroshima rushed past.

The atmosphere inside the bus was completely different from when they arrived.

There was no more laughter and playful fighting, nor the noisy commotion of grabbing snacks.

The carriage was filled with a suffocating, chilling atmosphere.

I witnessed firsthand the monstrous, irrational destructive power of Meihou Industries.

The entire Shohoku team put away their joking thoughts.

The true, brutal nature of the national competition has been laid bare before them.

Takenori Akagi crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

But his furrowed brows and heavy breathing completely betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

Miyagi Ryota lowered his head.

His fingers tapped frantically on his knees unconsciously, mimicking the rhythm of dribbling.

Mitsui Hisashi bit his lower lip hard, his mind replaying Hainan Ashin's terrifying accuracy.

front row.

Coach Anzai's plump body swayed slightly with the movement of the carriage.

The reflective lens refracted two sharp, cold beams of light under the dim headlights.

"Everyone saw it with their own eyes, right?"

Coach Anzai's voice was not loud.

But in the deathly silent carriage, it felt like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

"This is the level of the top four in the country."

"Tomorrow, we will face our old rival, Hainan."

Upon hearing this, everyone unconsciously straightened their backs.

"Coach, just tell me directly."

Akagi opened his eyes, his voice low and terrifying.

"What will be the core of tomorrow's tactics?"

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down.

"At all costs."

"Cut off all contact between Maki Shinichi and the Hainan shooter."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"Maki Shinichi's tearing breakthrough is the absolute engine of Hainan's offense."

"Once he gets inside."

"Whether he scores with a strong drive or passes the ball to Jin Soichiro on the outside."

"These would all inflict devastating tactical damage on us."

"Therefore, the most important thing in defense is to completely shut down this connection."

"Even if it costs us a foul, we absolutely cannot let them gain momentum easily."

Ryota Miyagi took a deep breath, his eyes gradually turning fierce.

"Understood."

"Leave it to me."