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

The game continues.

Shohoku serves.

Kenji Fujima stared intently at Lin Bei, the murderous intent in his eyes almost tangible.

At this moment, his confidence had swelled to its peak.

He controlled the game, controlled the rhythm, controlled everything.

"It's no use, Lin Bei."

"Your stamina must be at its limit too, right?"

"Is this slow dribbling just a death wish?"

Fujima spread his arms, blocking Lin Bei's path of advance, his voice icy.

Lin Bei dribbled the ball at a very slow pace, each dribble appearing weak and listless.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted. I just want to go home and sleep."

"But I... want to win even more."

Lin Bei sighed.

suddenly!

His gaze suddenly turned to the right side of the penalty area, and his pupils instantly focused!

"Rukawa!"

A loud shout.

Fujima subconsciously shifted his weight to the right.

Was it a feint?

No, Lin Bei really did make a two-handed push motion!

The tightness of your muscles doesn't lie!

Just as Fujima was about to intercept the pass.

Lin Bei's wrist suddenly flipped in a strange way.

The ball wasn't passed!

Instead, with an extremely smooth and wide-ranging behind-the-back dribble, he instantly pulled back to the left side!

A crossover dribble followed by a behind-the-back pull-up!

"What?!"

Fuji was shocked.

He can actually make such a difficult change of direction?!

Lin Bei bypassed Fujima in one step.

"Don't even think about going there!!"

Hasegawa and Takano, who were covering the defense, rushed forward at the same time.

Pursuers were in front, and ambushes were behind.

A desperate situation.

Some spectators in the stands had already stood up, and some had even covered their eyes.

"The ball is dead!"

"This is it, we're completely wrapped up!"

At this critical moment.

Lin Bei suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He didn't look at the basket, nor did he look at his teammates.

Then, he suddenly shouted:

"The other woman!!!"

The roar sounded abrupt and loud in the noisy stadium.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to find the owner of that name.

It was just outside the three-point line.

Mitsui Hisashi is running wildly.

He ran to a position at a 45-degree angle outside the three-point line.

There was no one there.

But...where's the ball?

Lin Bei didn't pass the ball out!

He was completely surrounded and had no room to make a move!

however.

Mitsui Hisashi seems to have gone mad.

He ran to his position, stared intently at the basket, and spread his hands wide.

Then, using the power of both legs, he jumped directly!

He stretched his body in the air, raised his hands high, and made a standard shooting posture.

but……

His hands were empty!

Is he throwing air?!

"What is he doing?!"

"Shooting in the air?!"

"Have all the people from Shohoku gone mad?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The audience felt they had been tricked; it was all an act!

Fujima was stunned. What kind of tactic was this?

Acting to disrupt the defense?

Just when everyone thought Mitsui Hisashi was hallucinating due to exhaustion.

Surrounded by the crowd, Lin Bei's lips curled into a crazy smile.

That was the smile of a hunter watching his prey fall into his net.

With his right hand, at an extremely concealed angle, he used a sudden burst of wrist strength to strike the ball out!

"Bang!"

The basketball made a loud "thump," like the heavy beat of a heartbeat.

The basketball was spinning strongly.

It was like a slippery, venomous snake, slipping through the three men's defenses.

Then, at an incredible angle and speed, it flew towards the three-point line.

at this time.

Mitsui Hisashi has jumped to the highest point.

His body remained suspended in mid-air, his hands still in that waiting position.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Suddenly, many images flashed through Mitsui's mind.

A dimly lit rehabilitation room, a broken knee, the roar of motorcycles driven by delinquent teenagers, and Coach Anzai's kind face.

"I wasted two years..."

"I'm out of energy..."

"I can barely lift my arms..."

"but……"

"I am Mitsui Hisashi!"

"I am... a man who never gives up!"

In the instant that thought flashed through my mind.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, solid touch came from the palm of my hand.

That orange basketball.

Just as he reached the highest point of his jump and was about to exert force with both hands...

Impartial and unbiased, not a minute more, not a second less.

It burrowed precisely into his hand!

It's as if this ball was originally in his hand!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

What an incredible pass!

Is this foreseeing the future?!

Mitsui Hisashi showed no surprise whatsoever.

Because that was the promise Lin Bei made to him.

The moment he touched the ball, his fingers instinctively gripped the creases of the basketball, and his wrist gently pressed down.

No adjustments or aiming required.

The body's memory took over everything.

"This ball..."

Mitsui watched the basketball fly out, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"It's in."

The basketball traced a high, perfect parabola through the air.

It soared over everyone's heads, over the past few years, and over all the doubts and ridicule.

"Whoosh!"

The crisp sound of the net swishing against the net, like heavenly music, pierced the silence of the stadium.

Goal!

58: 58!

The score difference is now tied!

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

"We made it in!!!!"

"Unbelievable!! An empty-handed shot!! The ball actually went in!!"

"Is that number 16 the Magician?!"

"An alley-oop three-pointer! My God!"

The entire stadium erupted in chaos, the noise nearly lifting the roof off.

The Xiangyang bench was completely stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

After landing, Mitsui Hisashi maintained his shooting form, his chest heaving violently.

But the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Bei, who was slowly walking out of the crowd.

Lin Bei's face remained expressionless, still looking half-dead.

The two walked past each other.

There were no hugs, no excited shouts.

It's like two office workers who have just finished work brushing past each other at an intersection.

But in that fleeting moment when they crossed paths.

The two of them raised their right hands at the same time with perfect tacit understanding.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clap.

Needless to say.

This scene was deeply etched in the minds of everyone present.

That unspoken trust is more awe-inspiring than any shout.

……

Kenji Fujima stared intently at Lin Bei's retreating figure, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

He sensed it.

An emotion called "fear" spread through my heart once again.

It wasn't because of that weird "eye-guided" technique.

It's not because of the man himself.

The most terrifying thing is the composure that allows one to precisely dissect a defense like a scalpel even in dire straits.

……

Lin Bei walked back to the halfway point, feeling as if his legs were filled with lead.

"Pretending to be cool is definitely hard work..."

He was internally complaining.

but……

Seeing the numbers flashing wildly on his retina, Lin Bei's mood instantly improved.

[Ding! Shock level from Kenji Fujima +10]

[Ding! Shock level from Taoka Shigeichi +10]

[Ding! Shock level from Maki Shinichi +10]

……

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

[Current Shock Level: 1350 points]

That "magic pass" just now garnered a huge amount of shock!

"That's enough for me."

Lin Bei licked his chapped lips, a gambler's fervor flashing in his eyes.

Three minutes left.

The game is only just beginning!

Since conventional methods are no longer enough to break through Fujima's defense, let's try something unreasonable.

Lin Bei silently recited in his heart.

"system."

"Give me another one!!"