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

Morishige Hiroshi.

The monster rookie of Meihou Industrial.

Hearing the applause from the audience, Morishige Hiroshi let out a muffled laugh.

The smile looked innocent, but it had a chilling quality about it.

"A pointless attempt at being touching..."

The gaunt old man sitting next to Coach Mingpeng chuckled.

"Ah Kuan, forget about these losers' games."

"The opponent in the final has also been determined."

"As long as you're under the basket, Mingpeng is invincible."

Morishige Hiroshi ignored the coach.

Stand up slowly.

The enormous shadow directly enveloped a small area around it.

His gaze completely ignored Amu, who was receiving applause.

They also ignored Sendoh and Fujima in the stands.

Like an ancient behemoth eyeing its prey.

They locked onto Shohoku's number 16, who was about to yawn in the middle of the court.

"That guy named Lin Bei..."

Morishige Hiroshi licked his lips.

It emitted a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

"It looks pretty durable."

"Hopefully it's not a fragile shell that crumbles at the slightest touch."

His eyes, which should have been filled with innocence, were now gleaming with the excitement of a primal beast.

"Knock him away..."

Morishige Hiroshi grinned, revealing an innocent yet chilling smile.

The image of myself smashing that figure to pieces with my shoulder has already started playing on repeat in my mind.

It's going to be really fun.

That guy looks like he has much harder bones than those soft-bodied shrimp from before.

"Ah-Kuan! Stop grinning like an idiot!"

The coach of Mingpeng Industrial, that thin and shrewd old man, suddenly knocked on the railing.

The old man frowned, staring intently at Lin Bei, who was being surrounded by the entire Xiangbei team on the sidelines.

"That number 16 is very strange; we must not let our guard down."

The old man lowered his voice, his tone revealing an unprecedented level of apprehension.

"He not only has incredible skills, but he is also an all-rounder on the court."

The old man broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about how Lin Bei had forced Mu Shenyi to fight desperately in the second half of the game.

Morishige Hiroshi casually scratched the back of his head.

"oh."

He yawned, making a buzzing nasal sound.

"But isn't basketball all about knocking down everyone who's in your way and then smashing the ball into that metal hoop?"

Morishige looked at the coach with a sincere expression.

"No matter how weird it is, as long as I knock him away, he won't be able to shoot anymore, right?"

The coach paused for a moment, looking at Morishige Hiroshi's innocent-looking face.

My previously tense nerves miraculously relaxed.

Yes, who cares about the opponent or the tactical system.

Faced with absolute physical dominance, all fancy tricks are just paper tigers.

"You brat..."

The coach sighed, but couldn't help but let a huge smile spread across his face.

……

A few hours later.

The most top-notch Japanese yakiniku restaurant in downtown Hiroshima.

The rich aroma of Wagyu beef sizzled in the air.

Under the warm yellow light, the entire Xiangbei team was sitting around a huge private room.

The exhaustion from just finishing a dry meal in Hainan was completely swallowed up by the boiling passion for dry rice at this moment.

In the corner, Sakuragi Hanamichi was looking sneaky, holding the order menu, and whispering to Mito Yohei.

"Listen, Yohei."

Sakuragi lowered his voice and frantically swiped his fingers across the menu.

"That guy really stole the show today, so I've decided to give him a chance to show off his wealth."

Yohei glanced at the prices on the menu and almost choked on his saliva.

"Hey, Hanamichi, you ordered all A5 grade premium Wagyu beef!"

"One serving costs tens of thousands of yen, and you ordered twenty?!"

Sakuragi raised his eyebrows smugly and let out his signature "ga ga ga" laugh.

"He's always stealing the spotlight from this genius on the court; he deserves a major blow this time!"

Not far away, Haruko Akagi was holding her chin in her hands, looking at Sakuragi with starry eyes.

"Sakuragi-kun looked so cool today!"

Haruko's cheeks flushed slightly, and her voice was full of girlish joy and adoration.

"Especially that last defensive 'double ghost knocking on the door' from senior Mu, you were like an insurmountable mountain!"

"And that composed catch and dunk—it perfectly captured the essence of a star power forward!"

Upon hearing Haruko's praise, Sakuragi instantly transformed into a boiling kettle.

White smoke billowed directly from above.

"Hahaha! That's a must, Haruko-san!"

Sakuragi touched his bright red buzz cut with a serious expression.

"I, Sakuragi Hanamichi, am a seasoned and mature man who has been through countless battles. Dealing with those middle-aged men is a piece of cake for me."

Behind Haruko, Fujii sat quietly.

She secretly glanced at Sakuragi, who was laughing loudly, and her heart skipped a beat.

That impetuous, delinquent teenager who once cried because he was leaving the stage.

Now he has truly become a towering hero on the court.

Fujii quickly lowered his head, using drinking water to hide his burning cheeks.

I buried this secret crush deep in my heart.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" erupted from the center of the private room.

"You stinking fox! That's the meat this genius has his eye on!"

Sakuragi's chopsticks flashed like lightning, piercing the sizzling, top-grade Wagyu beef in the center of the grill.

"when!"

Another pair of chopsticks appeared out of nowhere and precisely blocked Sakuragi's attack.

Rukawa Kaede didn't even lift his eyelids.

His left eye was still half-closed, but his right hand held the piece of meat firmly as a mountain.

"You big idiot."

Rukawa coldly uttered three words, then flipped his wrist and stuffed the Wagyu beef into his mouth.

"You son of a bitch, Rukawa Kaede!"

Sakuragi went berserk on the spot, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to jump over the table for a real-life showdown.

"Stop arguing! The meat's going to burn!"

Taking advantage of her quick reflexes, Miyagi Ryota used lightning-fast food-grabbing speed while the two were bickering.

In an instant, he devoured several pieces of pork belly from the edge of the baking pan.

Mitsui Hisashi, not to be outdone, roared, "Watch my precise three-point double-team!"

These problem children, who had been playing like madmen on the court, had now completely transformed into hungry wolves.

The chopsticks left countless afterimages above the baking pan.

Oil splattered everywhere, and roars echoed.

Lin Bei, sitting in the main seat, rested his cheek on one hand.

Looking at the scene before me, which almost escalated into a brawl within the team over a few pieces of meat.

Lin Bei found it both amusing and utterly speechless.

These guys were fighting to the death with Hainan just a few hours ago.

They've become utterly shameless when it comes to fighting for food.

Images from the past few days flashed through Lin Bei's mind.

No matter how tough the training is, no matter how monstrous the opponent is.

Once you're off the court...

These problem children will always be this carefree and heartless.

"Master! Help me quickly!"

"That Rukawa kid has no sportsmanship; he's using two pairs of chopsticks!"

Sakuragi was forced to retreat steadily by Rukawa and Miyagi's attacks from both sides, and he was so anxious that he shouted and yelled.

The flames of war were about to spread to the only plate of fine beef tongue left in front of him.

Lin Bei sighed helplessly.

"I really can't do anything with you guys."

Lin Bei's eyes narrowed.

He casually drew a semicircle in mid-air with his right hand.

Tai Chi Push Hands.