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

On the Shohoku bench, Lin Bei covered his head with a towel.

The pale blue light screen in front of me was flashing wildly.

[Shock value deducted: 1000 points]

[Select template: Tetsuya Kuroko]

[Drawing for Kuroko Tetsuya's exclusive skill...]

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Reverse Gaze Guidance]

Lin Bei tightened his grip on the water bottle, and the plastic bottle made a crisp "crack" sound.

Holy crap, what kind of hellish joke is this?

He had a very ambitious plan.

Draw a "Phantom Shot" or draw that skill to end the game immediately.

As a result, the system gave him a "self-destruct switch".

[Skill Description: Can be activated when the host's presence becomes too overactive to be eliminated.]

[Forces all enemies' attention to yourself, granting teammates the "disappearance" effect.]

[Side effect: The host will become the primary target of enemy fire, and stamina consumption will double]

"Tsk."

Lin Bei disdainfully tossed the towel to Miyagi Ryota beside him.

In other words, he was previously an assassin who lurked in the shadows and fired sneak attacks.

The system now wants him to take off his clothes and hang up a neon sign.

Then stand in the center of the court and shout "Fire at me!"

"What kind of expression is that?"

"Like swallowing a fly."

Looking at Lin Bei's deadpan face, Miyagi Ryota couldn't help but tease him.

"It's nothing."

Lin Bei stood up and stretched his stiff neck.

A hint of helplessness flashed in those dead fish eyes, which then transformed into a kind of vicious glint.

Kenji Fujima has probably rehearsed how to break through "eye contact manipulation" a hundred times in his mind.

Since you're so keen to keep an eye on me.

Since the system insists on forcing me to be the conspicuous one.

Then I'll let you see enough.

……

On the other side of the stands, the Ryonan camp.

The previously noisy discussions disappeared, replaced by a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Jun Uozumi stood with his arms crossed, like a silent iron tower.

His gaze wasn't on the ball, but fixed on Kenji Fujima, who was tying his shoelaces.

"Zhicao."

Uozumi suddenly spoke, his voice terrifyingly low.

"If you were to go on the field right now and face Fujima in that form, how many minutes could you last?"

Tomoyuki Uekusa paused for a moment, staring at the chestnut-haired figure on the sidelines, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"It'll probably break down in about two minutes."

"Fujima's eyes have changed."

Taoka Shigeichi's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

As a coach, he sees things more deeply than his students.

The Fujima of the past, though serious, still carried the arrogance of a strongman.

And now, there's that man walking onto the court.

Like a freshly sharpened scalpel, cold, sharp, and devoid of any emotion.

"Lin Bei has taken a risk with this move."

Taoka muttered to himself, his tone revealing deep worry.

"Abandon the agility of a shooting guard and go head-to-head with Fujima at the point guard position."

"Once Fujima cracks Lin Bei's 'disappearance' trait, Shohoku's offensive system will collapse instantly."

"Coach Anzai, what exactly are you betting on?"

……

"beep--!"

A sharp whistle pierced the air in the stadium, signaling the end of the timeout.

Sidelines.

"Sakuragi! Watch your foul count!"

"Two more times and you're out!"

Haruko Akagi's shout pierced through the noisy crowd.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was about to go on stage, was startled.

He turned around abruptly, and a silly grin, like a chrysanthemum, instantly bloomed on his face.

"Miss Haruko is concerned about me!!"

"She's worried about this genius!!"

Sakuragi felt the blood rushing to his head.

Just as he was about to wave and roar at the stands, a hand coldly pressed down on his red head.

"Stop being so horny, you idiot."

Lin Bei's voice rang in his ear, carrying a hint of lazy chill.

"The match has begun."

"If you miss someone again because you're not paying attention, I'll deduct all your ramen money for the week."

Sakuragi froze, his inexplicable excitement instantly extinguished by the cold water.

He shrank his neck, muttered "This genius won't let anyone slip by," and obediently ran towards the basket.

The referee walked to the center circle.

Two meters away from Linbei.

Kenji Fujima stood there quietly.

There was no provocative trash talk, and no unnecessary actions.

He just stared at Lin Bei.

That look in his eyes was so focused it was chilling.

Like a seasoned hunter locking onto a fox's tail peeking out from the grass.

"Lin Bei".

Fujima spoke, his voice as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Your magic trick is over."

He slowly raised his hand, pointed to his own eyes, and then pointed to Lin Bei.

"No matter where the ball is, no matter how your teammates run."

From this moment on, you are the only one in my eyes.

"Once you're locked down, you'll have nowhere to hide."

This is absolute self-confidence.

As one of the two pillars of Kanagawa.

Kenji Fujima believed in his judgment, and even more so in his defensive pressure.

Once that mysterious veneer of "disappearance" is stripped away...

Lin Bei was nothing more than a slightly talented first-year student in front of him.

The air seemed to freeze.

Akagi Takenori's hands were slightly sweaty when he served.

however.

Lin Bei, who received the ball from the baseline, did not show the slightest sign of panic.

He dribbled the ball forward at a moderate pace.

He even had the leisure to give Fujima a bright, somewhat eerie smile.

"Yeah?"

The basketball bounced on the floor with a dull thud.

"Just keep an eye on me..."

That's wonderful!

Lin Bei suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

Suddenly, a powerful presence burst forth from those previously listless eyes, making it impossible to look directly at them.

If he was previously an unpredictable mystery...

So now he is like a 10,000-watt searchlight suddenly turned on in the dark night.

It's blinding.

Dazzling.

It's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it!

"You chose this yourself."

Lin Bei's lips curled into a wicked smile as he silently chanted in his mind.

"Please...don't regret it."

[Exclusive Skill: Reverse Gaze Guidance]

[Start!]

boom!

An invisible spiritual wave, centered on Lin Bei, instantly swept across the entire area.

In the stands, the audience who were originally paying attention to Rukawa or Fujima were involuntarily drawn to the figure dribbling the ball.

All Fujima Kenji could hear was his own slightly rapid heartbeat.

And that monotonous, dull sound of the ball dribbling against the floor like a heavy hammer.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Lin Bei stood two steps away from the three-point line at the top of the arc.

His knees were slightly straight, and his whole body was slouching.

Those signature dead fish eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

But on Fujima's retina, this lazy figure was magnified infinitely.

Kenji Fujima's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his vision, the whole world seemed to have darkened.

Only Lin Bei before my eyes.

It was so bright it was blinding, so bright that... he couldn't ignore it.

So much so that he completely overlooked the white phantoms silently cutting into the restricted area behind Lin Bei.

The identities of hunter and prey.

At this moment, the situation quietly reversed.