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

Miyagi Ryota walked to the sidelines with his head down.

Sweat dripped down his curly hair.

Beneath the shadow of his bangs, those eyes, which were always full of fighting spirit, were now bloodshot.

His clenched fists trembled slightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

In that brief minute, his pride and joy, his speed, was trampled on in an almost toy-like manner by the man named Fujima Kenji.

"The palace."

A hand suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Gong Cheng paused, then looked up.

Lin Bei stood on the sideline, his other hand scratching his back with difficulty.

His slouching posture made it seem as if he wasn't there to save the day, but rather to buy breakfast on his way back from an all-nighter at an internet cafe.

"Don't make that deadpan face, it looks awful."

Lin Bei yawned, and two drops of physiological tears even squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Go down and rest for a while."

"Remember to chill my water; I'll be thirsty and want to drink it later."

"Leave it to me."

Miyagi was stunned.

"Damn master..."

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she slapped Lin Bei's outstretched hand hard, gritting her teeth:

"Kick that narcissist's ass raw!"

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

Lin Bei waved his hand, turned around and stepped onto the court.

The moment my feet touched the solid wood floor.

Deep in my mind, a cold, mechanical voice boomed, instantly dispelling all sleepiness.

【Ding! 】

[Kuroko Tetsuya Template - Activated] (Cannot be changed in the current match)

[Activate Skills: Vision Guiding, Accelerated Passing, Vanishing Dribble]

[Normal physical exertion]

[Attribute Panel]

[Dribbling 80, Passing 98, Stealing 95, Basketball IQ 98]

[Mid-range shot 60, Three-point shot 55, Rebound 40, Block 45]

Strength 50, Speed ​​90, Stamina 65, Jumping 70

[Skill Loading: Vision Guiding, Accelerated Passing, Vanishing Dribble]

In that instant, Lin Bei felt the world had changed.

The originally noisy shouts seemed to be isolated outside a layer of frosted glass.

The power surging within his body did not surge; instead, it strangely "sinked" into silence.

It's like a drop of ink falling into the deep sea, instantly dissolving without a trace.

He glanced at the semi-transparent panel in the corner of his field of vision.

Some of its attributes are not even as high as its own.

"This kid's really unbalanced; all he can do is sing and dance..."

"No, he can only pass and steal, and his speed is decent too."

But this is precisely the best container for "shadow".

A strong physique attracts attention, but mediocrity is the best disguise.

"Lin Bei".

Akagi Takenori's voice rang out like muffled thunder.

The gorilla's face was ashen; the pressure from Fujima weighed heavily on everyone in Shohoku.

"Fujima is in your hands now."

"Whether or not we can contain Shohoku depends entirely on you."

Akagi stared intently at this lazy junior who usually gave him the biggest headache.

"learn."

The whistle blew, and the game continued.

Xiangbei 40:46 Xiangyang.

6 points difference.

Under Kenji Fujima's suffocating control, it seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Lin Bei leisurely strolled to the top of the arc.

Kenji Fujima, sitting opposite him, was holding the ball in one hand, his eyes sharp as knives, directing his teammates' runs.

However, a strange scene happened.

Fujima's gaze swept over Akagi, over Rukawa, and even lingered for a second on Sakuragi, who could only jump around.

But he overlooked Lin Bei, who was just two meters directly in front of him.

It was like a piece of flooring on a sports field, or a wisp of air.

"This is eye contact manipulation."

Lin Bei looked down at his hands, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"As long as I don't take the initiative, I'm basically non-existent in the perception radar of these powerful beings."

He glanced at the taskbar.

Shock level: 650/1000

"I need 350 more points to participate in the lottery."

A hint of disdain flashed in Lin Bei's dead fish eyes.

"What a hassle... I'm supposed to be an invisible assassin, but they insist on making me the conspicuous scapegoat."

"Since you can't see me..."

"Then let them go to hell."

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Kenji Fujima dribbles the ball forward.

His movements are elegant and fluid, each dribble carrying a unique rhythm, as if playing a musical piece.

"Fujima! Fujima! Fujima!"

The cheers from the Shohoku cheerleading squad in the stands were deafening.

Fujima reveled in the spotlight, his gaze cold as he swept across the room.

"What about number 16?"

A vague impression flashed through Fujima's mind.

The newly introduced point guard from Shohoku had a loose stance, an abnormally high center of gravity, and his hands hanging down naturally, showing no defensive posture whatsoever.

It's full of flaws.

This thought lingered in the cerebral cortex for less than 0.1 seconds before being subconsciously filtered out by Fujima.

Since there is no threat, it is not worth allocating attention to.

"Get past him."

Fujima moved.

There were no fancy changes of direction, just a simple deceptive look followed by acceleration.

Breakout from the left!

"So fast!" Ayako exclaimed from the sidelines.

Fujima's first step was extremely fast, instantly cutting into the defensive gap on Lin Bei's side.

"It passed!"

Cheers erupted from the audience.

Fujima thought so too.

His body had already crossed the defensive axis, and there was a wide-open space ahead, with the red basketball hoop beckoning to him.

too easy.

Shohoku's substitutes are nothing special.

Fujima smiled confidently, preparing to drive into the paint.

however.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the basketball.

empty.

The tactile sensation of leather that should have been in my hands vanished into thin air.

"Um?"

Fujima's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

Where's the ball?

He was moving at high speed; he passed by, but the ball didn't follow?

That's absolutely impossible!

As Kanagawa's top point guard, this kind of basic mistake is more painful than death!

Fujima suddenly stopped and turned around.

It was this turn of his head that led him to witness a scene he would never forget.

The number 16, who should have been left behind by him, was still standing in the same spot, his posture unchanged.

The only difference is...

In his hand now lay an orange basketball.

Lin Bei held the ball in one hand, his lifeless eyes calmly watching Fujima's bewildered expression.

"Senior."

Lin Bei's voice was languid and not loud, but it clearly penetrated Fujima's ears.

"You dropped the ball."

The entire room fell silent.

It was like a passionate opera being suddenly muted.

"Wha...what's going on?!"

"Did Fujima make a dribbling mistake?"

"You just passed the ball to that guy?"

In the stands, Kiyota Nobunaga of the Hainan team gripped the railing, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"No."

Maki Shinichi's voice was terrifyingly low.

The emperor of Kanagawa was more serious than ever before, his gaze fixed on the unremarkable number 16 from Shohoku.

"It wasn't a mistake."

"Fujima's rhythm was perfect, and his dribbling placement was flawless."

"It was number 16... He reached out and took the ball the instant Fujima started his move."

"But..." Jin Soichiro frowned, "I didn't see at all when he reached out."

"I didn't see it clearly either."

"That guy seems to have deliberately cut off his 'presence'."

"Fujima thought he was passing through thin air, but in fact he had run into an invisible net."

Shinichi Maki took a deep breath, his tone carrying a chilling disbelief.

Lingnan Rest Area.

Sendoh Akira's previously languid sitting posture instantly straightened up.

For the first time, a serious look appeared in those eyes that always held a smile.

"interesting……"

"A ghost?"