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

In the stands.

Kiyota Nobunaga of the Hainan team bobbed his Adam's apple.

He was squeezing the beverage bottle so hard it was cracking, and he had a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"Ryonan couldn't even break a brick against that 'Sleepy Guy,' they were completely shut down!"

The air in the stadium seemed to freeze.

Lin Bei stood under the basket.

The oppressive feeling brought by the Murasakibara Atsushi template is like a wall of sighs.

It shattered the morale of the entire Ryonan team.

He was too lazy to even move; he simply spread his arms and stood there, and the entire restricted area became his private territory.

Whoever comes in dies.

"hateful……"

He braced himself on his knees, sweat dripping from his chin, panting heavily like a bellows.

"I can't get in at all... Is that guy's arm an extra-long version?"

"Only mid-range shots or three-pointers are allowed."

Lin Bei yawned, his lazy gaze sweeping over the scoreboard and then glancing in the direction of the infirmary.

"The gorilla's eyes were so fierce when it left. If I can't keep watch, I'll be nagged to death when I get back."

Lin Bei mentally complained, then casually swept his soaking wet bangs back over his head.

"Since you promised to protect the home..."

His slightly purplish eyes were half-closed as he looked at Jun Uozumi, whose face was even blacker than the bottom of a pot.

"Then not even a fly can get in."

……

The game continues, and Ryonan has possession of the ball.

Jun Uozumi, cornered on the edge of a cliff, had bloodshot eyes, like a gambler who had lost everything.

How could a two-meter-tall behemoth captain be shut out in the paint by a guard?

This is worse than being killed; it's like offering your face to be slapped.

Give me the ball!

Uozumi let out a beast-like roar, frantically demanding the ball in the low post.

Sendoh frowned, feeling uneasy, but still lobbed the ball in.

Upon receiving the ball, Uozumi made no fancy moves and simply acted as a battering ram.

He put all his strength on his shoulders, like an out-of-control heavy truck, and crashed hard into Lin Bei behind him.

"Get out of my way!!"

"Bang!"

Muscles collided, producing a dull, teeth-grinding sound.

Lin Bei frowned slightly.

"What a savage bull."

Although Atsushi Murasakibara's strength was enough to withstand it, this suicidal charge was still very unpleasant.

Just as Uozumi exerted his strength, Lin Bei slightly withdrew his foot, dissipating most of the force like a Tai Chi master.

Yu Zhu suddenly felt an emptiness behind him, and was overjoyed.

"There's hope!"

He turned around and leaped up, grabbing the ball with both hands.

He wanted to unleash all the frustration he'd accumulated over the past few minutes in this dunk.

"Get in!!"

however.

Just as he jumped, it got dark.

Lin Bei arrived late but arrived early; his arm, like a venomous snake hunting its prey, landed precisely and fatally on the basketball.

"Too naive."

"Snapped!"

Another hearty hot pot meal!

But this time, Uozumi rushed too hard, and with the force of Lin Bei pressing down, the two lost their balance in the air.

"Boom!"

The two of them fell to the floor at the same time, making a loud noise like a demolition.

"Beep—!"

The referee blew his whistle sharply.

"Red number 16! Blocking foul!"

"Two free throws!"

Lin Bei lay on the floor, looking at the glaring light from the ceiling, and grimaced helplessly.

"Tch, did you use a little too much force?"

"I still need to work on my acting skills."

He slowly got up and patted his butt as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Uozumi was startled when he heard the whistle, then suddenly sprang up, looking like a zombie.

"good!!"

Uozumi raised his arms and shouted.

A long-lost smile finally appeared on that rugged face, even a somewhat ferocious one.

Although he got blocked again, it was a foul! It's a free throw!

He finally managed to pry open a crack in this damned "Wall of Sighs"!

"finally……"

Taoka Shigeichi on the sidelines was excited.

"Finally, the inside player scored!"

"If I score these two penalties, I'll feel better!"

……

Uozumi walked to the free throw line.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

As long as the penalty is scored...

Just then, two shadowy figures appeared like guardians on either side of the free-throw line at the edge of the restricted area.

Linbei on the left, Sakuragi on the right.

The two exchanged a glance, and their tacit understanding instantly reached its peak.

"Hehehe..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi had that wicked smile on his face that made you want to punch him.

He clasped his hands together at his waist, striking an extremely exaggerated and childish pose.

Place your palms together, with the palms facing the fish.

It's like charging up a powerful attack in a fighting game.

"Take this, Monkey Boss!" Sakuragi shouted.

On the other side, Lin Bei looked disgusted.

But they cooperated by striking the same pose.

Two door gods, one on the left and one on the right, began casting spells on Yuzhu.

Lin Bei started muttering to himself with a blank expression.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a demonic whisper:

"I can't get it in... I can't get it in... This ball is too hot to handle..."

"If you put a lid on the basketball hoop... your hands will shake... you'll slip..."

Sakuragi chimed in, "I curse you! Monkey Boss! May your ball turn into a banana and fly away!"

Uozumi's hand holding the basketball suddenly trembled.

A layer of white sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"What the hell are those two bastards doing?!"

That bizarre and shameful posture, coupled with the two people's monotone curses.

This caused Uozumi's already fragile mentality to collapse instantly.

"Don't...don't try to interfere with me!"

Uozumi gritted his teeth and forced his way out.

However, the moment the ball left his hand, his fingers stiffened like a burning stick.

"Bang!"

The basketball hit the backboard but didn't even touch the rim before bouncing away.

"ah?!"

The entire venue erupted in uproar, and the audience fell silent for a second.

"Hahaha! It worked! It worked!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi jumped up excitedly, pointed at Uozumi, and laughed wildly:

"The monkey leader has been defeated by my genius telekinesis!"

"This genius possesses boundless magical power!"

Uozumi's face turned a deep, liver-colored red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Shut up! There's still one ball left!"

The referee gave Sakuragi a warning look and threw the ball to Uozumi.

Second penalty.

Uozumi raised the ball again.

This time, he didn't even dare to glance at Lin Bei and Sakuragi on either side; he just wanted to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible.

"Can't get in...can't get in...can't get in..."

Lin Bei's muttering started again, lingering like 3D surround sound.

Sakuragi, meanwhile, was making faces and constantly firing "dynamic beams" from his hands.

Fish's palms were covered in sweat and felt slippery.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

He acted hastily.

The basketball traced an extremely stiff and ugly arc.

"Whoosh!"

It wasn't the crisp sound of a hollow object entering the net.

It was the sound of the basketball grazing the bottom edge of the net and falling directly to the ground.

Three things to avoid!

Even more outrageous than the previous one, it's a "ground ball" that flies close to the ground!

Dead silence.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence, followed by a burst of uproarious laughter.

Both free throws missed; they were both airballs.

For a center, this is practically a death sentence; he might as well retire.

"yeah--!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi and Lin Bei gave each other a high five in mid-air.

"Well done, Master!!"

"The curse tactic was a resounding success!"