When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

With a sharp whistle, the game-officially begins!

"Bah, bah, bah..."

The black-haired young man stood under the basketball hoop and patted the ball unhurriedly. He looked at the tall people standing in front of him, licked his dry lips, and smiled excitedly. stand up.

He suddenly stood up straight, held the ball in his right hand and raised it high, closed one eye and aimed at the basket in the distance, and made a shooting posture.

"No, no way..." Kise slowly opened his eyes wide, "This is the distance across a field!"

"Even I can only shoot in the half-court now..." Midorima stared at Kuroro's movements, and the fists placed by his side were clenched until the knuckles turned white.

Kuroro exhaled lightly, spread his five fingers to hold the basketball, and flicked his right hand forward——

The basketball came out of his hand in an instant, followed by an arc across the entire field, directly over the heads of Heizi and the others, and hit the basket with a "swipe"!

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The basketball fell to the ground and bounced high, and the sound of landing was clearly audible in the silent arena.

The sidelines of the court are already full of people, and the black heads are connected together, but at this moment, everyone who witnessed the scoring process is staring blankly at the basketball bouncing quietly on the ground, dumbfounded. speechless.

"If this is the case, this green-haired classmate should be able to do it in a few years." Kuroro nodded and gestured to Shintaro Midorima, "So it's nothing."

"It's just basic operations." He said modestly.

"I don't know why I'm so angry all of a sudden..." Aomine Daiki turned his head, stared at Kuroro and said sullenly.

"I agree." Atsushi Murasakihara agreed.

"I just watched your training, and I learned a few tricks temporarily." The game started again, and the ball returned to Kuroro's hands. He spun the ball with his index finger carelessly, and said to the few people in front of him who were facing an enemy, " For example..."

"--Fake action."

He swayed around, took the ball at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, and instantly circled behind Aomine Daiki who was closely guarding him, but Aomine, who had no time to react, lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Fake moves? Where is the fake move here?!" Kise looked at Qingfeng, who was sitting on the ground with his head down, and looked up at the black-haired young man in front of him in disbelief, "Isn't this just ordinary extraordinary?"

"No, he made fake moves." Akashi said in a deep voice, staring at the black-haired young man who was strolling in front of him, and said to Kise, "It's just because the speed is too fast, so it's hard to see with the naked eye." Just caught it."

"Dahui noticed it, and he wanted to stop it, but his body's reaction couldn't keep up with his brain, so..."

Standing on the field, Akashi suddenly gestured for a timeout. He summoned his teammates and began to give orders in an orderly manner according to his own thinking: "Dahui is responsible for defending him personally, Tetsuya, just like this..."

After 2 minutes, the game started again.

"Oh, yes, finally feeling a little serious." Kuroro looked at the solemn faces in front of him and said with a smile.

Huang Lai and Qing Feng stood in front of him, one on the left and the other on the right, vainly blocking his way forward; several other people also lined up not far away to wait.

"So--"

Kurollo suddenly cut the ball across and threw the ball directly from the gap between the two standing in front of him!

"good chance!"

The two hurriedly turned around to catch the ball, but just as their fingertips were about to touch the ball, a hand came across from the slope and directly blocked the basketball in midair!

"Dahui!"

Seeing the black-haired young man posing for another shot, Akashi yelled at his teammates in the nick of time:

"—Stop him!"

The basketball that Kuroro had just let go was slammed to the ground by a dark-skinned young man who jumped up high from behind, and then Heizi's figure suddenly appeared at the place where the ball landed like a ghost, and he slammed it horizontally. The bat passed the ball to Akashi on the other side.

"Isn't that quite capable?"

Kuroro looked at the sparkling eyes of the aqua-haired teenager on the field, and chuckled lightly.

"Since you all work so hard, then I will..."

While talking, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand, lowered his body slightly, and assumed an offensive posture.

"—Let's have fun with you guys!"

"..."

"Is this the strength of a professional hero..."

Momoi Wuyue stared wide-eyed, staring at the one-sided tragic situation on the field, she murmured unconsciously.

Although Kurollo could overwhelm these youngsters with no power to fight back by virtue of his pitch and speed, but as a game with a guiding nature, it was too boring.So in this match, it can be said that he pushed his speed to the extreme, fighting them purely by relying on his combat awareness and skills accumulated over the years.

But even if the speed is reduced, the reaction ability and judgment will not be.With just a glance, Kuroro can judge his next move based on the muscle movements of the person in front of him, and then make a judgment like a prophet——

"Stop." Panting slightly, Kuroro said to the sweaty people in front of him, "Let's stop here today, I'll go first."

This is much more tiring than practicing against the group of people in class A, Kurolo complained in his heart, God knows how many times he almost shouted at people directly with the moves in his hands!

Basketball, a friendly sport, is really not suitable for me. He sighed in his heart as he walked out of the field. The crowd surrounded by the court, the third floor and the third floor, unconsciously took a step back to make room for him when they saw him coming. A channel was opened.

This man, in this game, except for a few free throws caused by ignorance of the rules, he didn't let the opponents score even a single point!

The black-haired young man bent down and picked up his coat from the chair and put it on his arm. Just as he was about to walk out of the venue, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Mr. Kurollo," Heizi ran over, his face was flushed from the strenuous exercise, and his clothes seemed to be soaked in water, "Thank you very much!"

He bowed deeply to Kuroro again.

"I can't do much, classmate Heizi." Kuroro put his hand on the doorknob of the gate of the basketball hall, and said to the people behind him without turning his head, "Because we are not in the same field after all, so this The meaning that a defeat can bring to them is actually not great. What you want to get back, after all, I can't help you much."

"If there is something you want, you can grab it by yourself." He left such a sentence lightly, and walked out of the basketball hall directly.

"...I see, Mr. Kuroro."

Heizi straightened up, he raised his head, looked at the back of the black-haired young man going away, his expression gradually became firm.

Walking on the small road behind the basketball hall, a sudden sound at the corner made Kuroro stop unconsciously.

"Play ball with the children..." The man in a long black coat lazily leaned against the wall and snorted at the black-haired young man, "You really have a leisurely mood."

Kuroro raised his head and was about to speak, but he froze for a moment when he saw the appearance of the person coming.

"Dazai-kun," Kuroro asked friendly, "Is this what you said - 'new image'?"

"It's not a new image." Osamu Dazai slowly straightened up from the wall, with a casual expression on his face, he said to Kuroro while playing with the gun in his hand, "This is my previous style, you Should know."

The curly-haired young man's right eye was wrapped with a white bandage again, and his black attire made him look thin and pale; When the half-closed amber eyes stare straight at you, it will make people feel the fear of facing death from the bottom of their hearts.

Those gloomy eyes were empty, unable to reflect anything—whether it was joy or pain, there was nothing.All that remains is a deep dislike of this world, which makes people sink into it unconsciously like a sinful poppy.

"..."

"Pretty handsome." Kuroro Chen Ken commented, "There is a kind of decadent beauty."

"...Did I come to ask you this!"

Osamu Dazai broke his power in a second, he scratched his head speechlessly, and finally returned to his usual inconspicuous appearance. "The Pandora you asked me to take care of is nothing more than a vine," he complained. "When you pull it out, there is a bunch of melons attached to it. It's really troublesome to see."

"Look, how many forces have been involved so far," he counted one by one with his fingers. There's a Kaitou Kidd messing around!"

"Recently, news came from Curacao that the police are about to find this line. So Boss—"

Osamu Dazai dragged his voice out: "If all these people join in, then we may not even be able to drink soup in the end."

Kuroro listened to him quietly, and waited for him to finish before saying: "Then I will leave the police to you, Dazai-kun."

"Please make sure they don't get involved." He ordered, "Mr. Gin is watching over the organization... I also know about your recent actions. If you want me to say, don't be too cautious. It's okay to make a big fuss. It's perfectly fine."

"Are you serious?" Osamu Dazai asked him with a sideways glance.

"Dazai-kun is wearing this outfit today, isn't it for this?" Kuroro said with a smile, "Don't worry, Dazai-kun, as I said before, after Rum's death, you can appear in the organization with integrity .There is gin and the 'Boss's Order', if there are still opponents, let them just disappear."

"Follow me, Boss."

The curly-haired young man bowed to Kuroro very wisely. "However, can I ask why you want that 'Pandora'?" He raised his head and asked curiously, "Because it can make people live forever?"

"I never believed in this kind of thing," Kuroro replied calmly, "Even if it really existed, I would never want to use it. Because for creatures like humans, immortality is not a gift, but a gift. penalty."

"I just want it," he countered. "Curiosity is human nature, isn't it?"

"It's really capricious." Osamu Dazai sighed and said with a smile, "But I have the same opinion as you about immortality. Living for such a long time is already a very painful thing in my opinion. I understand why some people still want to prolong this painful process... Isn't this a fool."

"However, since you said so, I'll play it a little more politely—"

Osamu Dazai asked enthusiastically, "What do you think I should start with the police first?"

"As you please, Dazai-kun." The black-haired young man answered him.

"—Let's make a fuss."

The author has something to say: Today's summary is short and concise, definitely not because of reasons I can't think of! (Let’s make a big fuss and save this title until the end, hehe)

I found that I can really integrate the classic lines of the original work hhh and suddenly feel the beauty of procrastinating workdays (not)

In fact, due to various reasons, the update on weekdays will probably be at night in the future, and it will still be at noon on weekends. Anyway, there is no difference between daily updates, right?

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