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

On the field.

Lin Bei did not give Fujima a chance to reflect on life.

"Quick attack!"

The sound hadn't faded.

Like two wild beasts that have smelled blood, Rukawa Kaede and Sakuragi Hanamichi instantly sprang into action, charging wildly towards the front of the court.

"Back up!!"

Fujima roared, forcibly suppressing the horror in his heart, and turned to chase after him.

Shohoku's players displayed exceptional sportsmanship; Hasegawa and Takano quickly retreated to the basket, blocking passing lanes.

Lin Bei did not dribble forward.

He stood in the backfield, holding the ball with both hands, in an extremely strange posture.

Hold the ball in your left palm, pull your right palm back, and then—

Strike forward with a mighty punch!

It's like playing volleyball, or like launching a cannonball.

[Speed ​​Pass]

"Bang!!!"

A dull bang echoed through the stadium.

The moment the basketball left my hand, it created a visible ripple of air!

The orange basketball transformed into a straight orange laser beam.

It tore through the air, tore through the stadium, and disregarded the distance of space and time.

fast!

too fast!

It was so fast that the camera almost couldn't capture it!

Forward area.

Rukawa was running at full speed; he didn't even look back at the ball.

Because that lazybones once said, "As long as you get into position, the ball will come to you by itself."

Just as he stepped into the three-point line and raised his hand.

A sharp gust of wind swept in from behind my head.

No need to slow down, no need to adjust.

The basketball slammed precisely and fiercely into Rukawa Kaede's outstretched hand.

"It's so heavy!"

Rukawa Kaede felt a tingling sensation in his palm.

The immense spin of the basketball seemed to burn his fingerprints.

But he didn't pause at all, and took advantage of the huge momentum to take three steps!

Facing Hasegawa Kazushi, who had retreated to defend the basket.

A cold glint flashed in Rukawa's eyes.

"Give me!"

"Get out of here!"

He caught the ball with one hand, leaped high into the air, and his body stretched into a full-moon bow in the air.

"Don't even think about it!!" Hasegawa roared as he jumped to block the shot.

But in the instant of aerial combat.

Hasegawa was horrified to discover that the ball in Rukawa's hand had not slowed down; instead, it seemed to carry the residual force of the previous pass, making it as heavy as a thousand pounds!

"boom!!!"

Rukawa Kaede slammed the ball into the basket, over Hasegawa!

The immense force sent Hasegawa flying out of bounds, staggering and falling to the ground.

42: 46.

The basketball hoop was still shaking violently, groaning in pain.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the black-haired boy hanging on the rim and the number 16 player in the backcourt still high-fiving.

What just happened?

How did the ball get there?

Like a ray of light, it instantly traversed the entire venue.

[Ding! Shock level from Kenji Fujima +10]

[Ding! Shock level from Maki Shinichi +10]

[Ding! Shock level from Sendoh Akira +10]

……

[Ding! Shock level from the entire audience +50]

(Shock value is calculated based on the importance of the character)

The notification sounds in my mind kept flashing.

Lin Bei withdrew his burning palm and shook his wrist.

Seeing the soaring numbers, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Looks like you can show off without even showing your face."

He looked at Fujima, whose face was grim, and said:

"Hey, Ace."

"Daydreaming on the field is a big no-no."

Kenji Fujima slowly turned around.

That handsome face, which was originally full of confidence and in control of everything, finally showed a crack.

"Who...are you?"

He stared intently at Lin Bei, as if trying to see through this guy who had just been ignored.

Lin Bei shrugged, turned around and walked back, his back slumped, showing no trace of a master's demeanor.

"Just a minor substitute for Shohoku."

With his back to Fujima, he casually waved his hand, his voice drifting over:

"By the way, here's a suggestion for you, senior."

"Your brilliance is too dazzling."

"And in places where the light is too bright, the shadows... can be deadly."

The atmosphere of the match completely changed at that moment.

If before it was a one-man show by Fujima...

So now, the stage lights are still shining on Fujima.

But in the shadows where the light couldn't reach, a ghostly Grim Reaper had already prepared his scythe.

"hateful……"

Fujima gritted his teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

As one of Kanagawa's two pillars, he had never felt such strange pressure from a substitute.

It was neither a suppression of strength nor a crushing defeat of speed.

Rather, it's a kind of...absurd sense of powerlessness.

It's like you throw a punch with all your might, but it hits cotton.

Then suddenly a poisoned needle emerged from that ball of cotton and stabbed you hard.

The unknown is the greatest fear.

"Everyone, hold on!"

Fujima took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his brain racing.

"It's just one ball!"

"That pass was fast, but all we need to do is block the receiver."

"attack!"

Shoyo serves again.

This time, Fujima became exceptionally cautious.

When he dribbled the ball across half-court, he deliberately widened the distance between himself and Lin Bei.

And he constantly forced himself to keep an eye on that figure that was always appearing and disappearing out of the corner of his eye.

"You won't be able to steal the ball unless I get close to you, right?"

Fujima sneered inwardly and directed Hanagata to move to a higher position to provide support.

The ball was passed to Hanagata.

Hanagata backed down Akagi, drawing the defense before suddenly delivering a bounce pass to Hasegawa who was cutting in.

"nice shot!"

Hasegawa receives the ball, but there's nothing in front of him.

As long as the layup is successful, the situation can be stabilized!

however.

Just as Hasegawa jumped.

A hand emerged from under his armpit without warning.

There were no fouls or thugs.

The hand precisely sliced ​​the bottom edge of the basketball.

"Snapped!"

The ball flew away.

"What?!"

Hasegawa was shocked. He turned his head in mid-air and saw a blank face.

Linbei.

When did he appear here?

He was just defending Fujima at the top of the key!

Fujima was visibly shaken.

He was clearly watching this kid the whole time...

No, that's not right!

The moment Hanagata passed the ball, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

In that instant, Lin Bei "disappeared" from his sight.

"Quick attack!!"

Lin Bei snorted again.

This time, Sakuragi Hanamichi rushed to the front.

"Hahaha! The ball belongs to this genius!!"

The red-haired boy, with his long legs, charged forward like a runaway red Ferrari.

Sakuragi catches the ball, facing an empty basket.

"Genius Slam Dunk!!"

Sakuragi leaped from just inside the free-throw line, extended his body, and slammed the ball down with one hand!

"Clang!!"

44: 46.

Only two points away!

In less than a minute, Shohoku scored 4 points in a row!

And all of them came from that number 16's defensive counter-attacks!

"pause!!"

Kenji Fujima finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted out one last time for a timeout.

His chest heaved violently as he looked at Lin Bei, who was surrounded by Sakuragi and Rukawa.

For the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in his eyes.

That guy...

Like a ghost, omnipresent yet elusive.

As long as Xiangyang's offense finds even the slightest opening.

He will seep in like mercury, delivering a fatal blow.

……

Xiangbei Rest Area.

As soon as Lin Bei stepped off the field, Sakuragi Hanamichi grabbed his neck.

"Hahaha! Master!"

"That pass was so cool!"

"Although it's just a tiny bit less impressive than my genius dunk!"

"Let go...you've strangled me..."

Lin Bei rolled his eyes and struggled, feeling as if his cervical spine was about to break.

Ryota Miyagi walked over and handed Lin Bei the bottle of Pocari Sweat that had already been opened, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

Thanks.

"Huh?" Lin Bei took the water and gulped down a large mouthful. "What are you thanking me for?"

Miyagi looked at Fujima, who was rearranging tactics at the Shoyo stand.

"Heh heh, that guy..."

"His face finally turned ugly."

Lin Bei smiled and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the system panel.

Shock level: 1050/1000

"System, give me a lottery draw!"