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

Lin Bei sat in the corner.

Long, slender fingers gently swirled the ice water in the glass.

Listening to his teammates' conversation, his thoughts drifted far away.

The blood-red system warning panel still lingered in my mind.

"Space-time turbulence...rules altered..."

Lin Bei silently pondered these two words in his heart.

A dark golden light flickered in his eyes.

It seems like tomorrow's game...

It's definitely not as simple as just an exhibition match.

Just then, Lin Bei felt a very slight vibration in his pocket.

He pulled out the custom-made satellite phone.

I glanced at the caller ID on the screen and my eyelids twitched violently.

The screen only displayed three words: "Old Man".

Lin Bei stood up calmly and whispered instructions to Cai Zi beside him.

"I'm going to the restroom, you guys eat first."

Stepping out of the noisy private room, the air in the corridor instantly became cool and quiet.

Lin Bei pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Feed?"

"Come see me in the penthouse suite after you've finished eating."

On the other end of the phone came a deep, authoritative middle-aged male voice.

Without a single wasted word, he hung up immediately.

Lin Bei looked at the call ended notification flashing on the screen and grimaced helplessly.

This old man is as domineering as ever.

Not long after.

In front of the double solid wood doors of the penthouse presidential suite.

Two bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses stood like iron towers.

Upon seeing Lin Bei approach, the two bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle and respectfully opened the door for him.

"Young Master."

Lin Bei, with his hands in the pockets of his casual pants, strolled into the suite with a leisurely gait.

The suite's interior space was ridiculously large.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is a dazzling city night view.

In the center of this luxurious setting sat a man exuding an aura of power.

Lin's father, Lin Nansheng.

The absolute helmsman of the Lin Group.

A man whose every stomp of his foot could cause an earthquake in the global financial world.

He was wearing a very well-tailored dark haute couture shirt, with the collar slightly open.

Although time has left some marks on the corners of my eyes.

But those sharp, hawk-like eyes exuded a sense of oppression that made people afraid to look directly at them.

"sit."

Lin's father didn't even raise his head, his voice flat.

Lin Bei didn't stand on ceremony.

He walked straight to the priceless leather sofa and sat down with an air of authority.

He casually picked up an expensive piece of fruit from the coffee table and tossed it into his hand to play with it.

"Old man, what brings you here so late at night?"

Lin Bei spoke lazily.

There was not a trace of awe or respect for this business tycoon in his tone.

Lin's father raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Bei.

"You've won the national championship, and you've even met that NBA player named Jordan."

Lin's father's voice was flat, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"Now that we've won, this basketball game is about time to end."

Lin Bei paused slightly in his movements.

He put the fruit back in the fruit plate and looked up to meet his father's gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Lin's father leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him.

An aura of authority naturally emanates from him.

"I don't know if you genuinely like playing basketball or what."

"Basketball isn't for you; you have other tasks to complete."

"Hurry up and pack your things and come home with me. Report to headquarters and start taking over the conglomerate's Asia-Pacific business."

At this point, Lin's father's tone softened slightly.

But it still carried an irresistible commanding tone.

"Your mother is still waiting for you at home."

"She misses you a lot. Yesterday she was saying what would happen if you got injured on the court."

The air in the private room seemed to freeze at that moment.

Silence, deathly silence.

Looking at the man in front of him who was used to being in control of everything, Lin Bei felt as if a million mythical beasts were roaring through his mind.

Retirement?

Going home to inherit billions?

Don't I want to?!

I wake up every day in a huge bed that's hundreds of square meters in size, with a dozen maids serving me.

They drive limited-edition supercars and eat gourmet meals every day.

Who wouldn't want to live that boring and tedious life as a rich young master?

If it weren't for that damn system in my head that kept the main quest from ending, I wouldn't have been able to complete it.

They even inexplicably created a red alert for some kind of "space-time turbulence".

He threw basketball away a long time ago and went back to being a rich second-generation heir who just loafs around and waits to die!

Lin Bei mentally gave the system the middle finger.

He then took a deep breath.

Of course, he couldn't tell Lin's father about the existence of the system.

That would only get him directly tied up in a mental hospital owned by the conglomerate.

So, Lin Bei slowly stood up.

He patted non-existent dust off his trousers and put on an extremely smug expression.

"Going home to inherit the family business?"

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

"I'm just worried that one day your investment will fail and you'll lose all of our family's assets."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes full of mockery.

"When the Lin Group goes bankrupt, the three of us will be left homeless."

"At least I've learned a skill now."

"If all else fails, I can try playing in the professional league."

"We can't let you two starve to death."

"Don't you think so, old man?"

Lin's father was suddenly stunned.

For once, a look of utter astonishment appeared on his usually expressionless, stern face.

Those sharp eyes widened slightly.

He stared intently at his boastful son.

It seemed that Lin Bei's shocking remarks had momentarily stunned him, causing his brain to short-circuit.

The two stared at each other across the huge desk.

Lin's father fell silent.

A full half minute passed, and he didn't utter a single word.

"Alright, I have a match tomorrow, I need to conserve my energy."

"I'm not staying up all night with you looking at reports."

Lin Bei knew when to stop, yawned, and turned around gracefully.

"I'm leaving, don't see me off."

Accompanied by a steady footstep.

The heavy solid wood door was pulled open and then gently closed.

Lin Bei's figure completely disappeared from the suite.

The spacious presidential suite fell silent once more.

Lin Nansheng sat stiffly in the boss's chair, like a statue.

After a long while, he slowly came to his senses.

His lips twitched violently twice.

It's difficult to evaluate.

He raised his hand and pinched his brow in annoyance.

Then, he made a sweeping motion in the air with his finger.

"Buzz—"

A pale blue virtual holographic screen popped up.

Lin Nansheng expressionlessly pulled up his personal balance.

He looked at the bottom of the screen, at the number representing available working capital.

The first character is an "8".

Then, followed by a long string of dizzyingly dense "0"s.

Lin's father held up his finger.

Some even childishly counted them one by one along the screen.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, billions, hundreds of billions, trillions..."