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

The red lettering on the electronic scoreboard was so glaring it was almost suffocating.

Only 1 minute and 12 seconds remain.

The score is 66-60.

Shohoku is leading by 6 points.

The air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of evaporated sweat.

Kenji Fujima's eyes were bloodshot.

That usually handsome and calm face was now contorted with rage, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat dripped from the ends of my hair into my eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

But he dared not blink.

Because that ghost-like man was standing right in front of him.

Lin Bei braced himself on his knees with both hands, his body swaying precariously, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were cracked, signs that he was completely exhausted.

But in Fujima's eyes, this opponent, who seemed to be on the verge of sudden death, was more terrifying than any demon from hell.

"What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to attack?"

Lin Bei raised his eyelids, his dead fish eyes revealing an infuriating laziness and mockery.

"If you don't come soon, the game will be over."

"Shut up!!"

Fujima roared, his rationality snapping completely.

He suddenly lowered his center of gravity, attempting to force his way through from the right.

There were no feints, no tactical coordination.

This is a desperate assault that risks the honor of our ace.

however.

The moment Fujima activated the device, Lin Bei's lips curled into a smile that he had anticipated all along.

In my field of vision, Fujima's movements were broken down into countless slow-motion frames.

Shift in center of gravity, muscle contraction, the landing point of the basketball...

Everything was clearly visible.

"That's too straightforward, senior."

Lin Bei murmured softly.

His previously heavy body seemed to regain its strength in this moment, and his left hand shot out like lightning.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of the ball being broken, like the ringing of an execution gun.

The entire Xiangyang bench fell into a deathly silence.

The ball is intercepted!

Fujima's pupils suddenly contracted.

He staggered forward due to inertia, and could only watch helplessly as the orange basketball in his hands changed hands.

"Quick attack!!"

The moment Lin Bei intercepted the ball, he roared with all his might.

This roar sounded less like a command and more like the howl of a wild beast.

And in the attacking third.

A red lightning bolt had already torn through the air.

Sakuragi Hanamichi!

This monster has an unfathomably deep stamina bar.

Even in the final moments of the race, they maintained the sprint speed they had at the start.

He was like a runaway heavy tank, rumbling across the floor and crashing into the heart of Xiangyang.

"Don't even think about succeeding!!"

Shohoku's number 5 Hasegawa and number 7 Takano went on a crazy defensive run.

The two stood on the left and right, like two iron gates, trying to intercept Sakuragi in front of the penalty area.

Lin Bei looked at the red figure from behind and flicked his wrist.

The basketball transformed into a long orange rainbow, crossing half the court and landing precisely above the basket.

It wasn't passed to Sakuragi.

Instead, it was passed to the backboard!

"That idiot..."

Rukawa Kaede watched this scene from the backcourt, a look of astonishment flashing across his pale face.

Was this a passing error?

Do not!

"Hana-gata! You're fouling!"

"We have to stop him, even if it means committing a foul!!"

Fujima screamed in despair.

He knew very well that as long as Sakuragi got to the free-throw line, given that amateur's free-throw skills, Shohoku's offense would be over.

Hanagata gritted her teeth and turned to pounce on Sakuragi.

But it was all too late.

Facing the blocking forces of Hanagata and Takano ahead.

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't slow down at all.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, just inside the free-throw line.

"Bang!"

The floorboards let out a mournful groan as they groaned under the strain.

Sakuragi soared into the air, his red hair flying wildly like a raging fire burning to its fullest extent.

He jumped too high.

Hanagata and Takano were horrified to discover that their heads only reached the other's chest.

The two instinctively raised their arms to try to block the view.

But in the face of absolute talent, such resistance seems so pale and powerless.

"Get out of my way, you genius!!!"

Sakuragi caught the rebounding basketball in mid-air, his hands bulging with veins, and slammed the ball hard into the basket.

The ball and the person fell with a devastating crash!

"BOOM!!!"

This loud bang was more deafening than any before.

Hasegawa and Takano felt as if they had been hit by a speeding truck.

He was thrown back by the terrifying impact, landing awkwardly on the floor and sliding several meters.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, with one hand hanging from the rickety basketball hoop, looked down at everything from his elevated position.

He dunked over two players!

The ultimate in violent aesthetics!!

68: 60.

The point difference has widened to 8 points!

"Waaaaaaahh ...

"My God!! What is this?!"

"Dunk over two opponents?! Is that something a high school student can do?!"

The entire stadium erupted in chaos.

Countless spectators jumped up from their seats, clutching their heads, their faces filled with terror and fervor.

Sakuragi landed, still immersed in the dunk he had just performed.

however.

Just as he turned around to prepare to defend,

"beep--!"

The referee's sharp whistle blew, mercilessly interrupting Sakuragi's thoughts.

The referee ran over expressionlessly, pointed at Sakuragi Hanamichi, and made a gesture indicating a collision foul.

Then, he extended five fingers.

"White team number 10, charging! Fifth foul, ejection!"

In that instant.

Sakuragi Hanamichi turned around in surprise.

"What?!"

"Old man! Are you blind?!"

"This genius just slammed home a super dunk!"

Sakuragi rushed up to the referee, spitting everywhere, and it looked like a full-blown fight was about to break out.

"You big idiot."

"Do you want to be banned from the competition?"

Rukawa Kaede walked past him coldly, leaving behind a sarcastic remark.

Akagi Takenori walked over with a dark face and punched Sakuragi on the head.

"Idiot! Shut up!"

Although it was a scolding, there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in Akagi's voice.

He looked at the problem child he had personally brought into the basketball team, a hint of pride flashing deep in his eyes.

So what if he fouls out?

That last shot completely shattered Xiangyang's backbone.

at the same time.

"Thump."

A muffled thud came from the other side.

Everyone turned around and saw Lin Bei slumped on the floor, completely disheveled.

With its limbs outstretched, it looked like a dried salted fish.

"I can't take it anymore..."

"There's really not a single drop left..."

Lin Bei rolled his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

"Referee, substitution."

Coach Anzai stood up at the opportune moment.

Kiminobu Kogure and Ryota Miyagi had already finished warming up on the sidelines.

"Lin Bei, Sakuragi, well done."

Coach Anzai's chubby face broke into an unprecedented smile of satisfaction.

Sakuragi Hanamichi walked dejectedly to the sidelines, muttering "misjudgment" and "biased referee" under his breath.

But the moment he stepped out of bounds...

From the stands, someone shouted first.

"Sakuragi!"

This then triggered a chain reaction.

"Sakuragi!"

"Sakuragi!!"

"Redhead! Well done!!"

"So cool!!"

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.