[comprehensive] poor students

After three failed confessions, Atobe finally realized a truth - recently he committed an offense and it is not appropriate to confess.

After inviting eight great immortals to confirm this matter for him, finally resigned to his fate, he had to temporarily silence, and did not dare to mention the confession again, but every day he looked at the sky with resentful eyes from time to time, lingering all over his body. He exhaled a desolate breath, as if he was questioning why the heavens treated him like this.

It's hard to fall in love with someone, but it's been more than 50 chapters and we haven't been together yet, you can't hold your breath!Don't hold your breath! !

But the other party, Mochizuki, had long since neglected what Atobe had to say that day, and was instead absorbed by a phone call.

"My arrears...are only half left?" Mochizuki held the phone tightly in disbelief, and asked loudly into the microphone: "Are you sure?? Did you make a mistake?"

After the other party repeatedly confirmed that the amount was correct, Mochizuki hung up the phone lightly, and walked home with his schoolbag in a daze, thinking while walking:

It seems that half a year ago he still felt that he would never be able to pay back the 10,000 million yen for the rest of his life. After all, he had to save [-]+ yen to pay back the amount. [-] million is simply an astronomical figure.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, he met a group of kind friends, got help from many people, and got a suitable job for him, so he paid off half of the debt without anyone noticing. , as if in a dream.

If this continues, the remaining half of the arrears will definitely be paid off immediately!

Mochizuki, who was convinced of this, kept cheering herself up in her heart.

While he was still engrossed in the daydream that he would soon be promoted and raise his salary to become a model director and marry Gao Fushuai, a clear reminder came from behind him: "Mr. gone."

Mochizuki suddenly came back to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that there was a telegraph pole standing less than five centimeters away from him. As long as he took a slight step forward, he would be hit by a dog!

He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, keeping a safe distance from the telephone pole, heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at Heizi with a light blue hair who came here at one side with a smile, grateful He bowed: "Thank you very much, Heizi."

"It's very rare for Mochizuki-kun to be in a daze while walking." Heizi tilted his head: "Did anything good happen?"

"Ah, it's not a big deal, it's just a part-time job." Mochizuki crossed the topic lightly, and suddenly brought up another thing: "By the way, I also want to congratulate you. Sports Conference) competition won the first throne, it’s amazing.”

"Well, I didn't expect that Mochizuki-kun is also paying attention to us, very happy." Although Heizi said so in his tone, there was no trace of happiness on Heizi's face, but he became more and more depressed: "Everyone is very good, everyone He won all the competitions with high scores, and was even called a once-in-a-century genius..." After a pause, he looked at Mochizuki hesitantly, but he still didn't say anything.

"What happened?" Seeing Heizi's distressed expression, Mochizuki, who always had an ominous premonition, frowned and looked at him seriously.

"Actually... everyone's mentality is very casual now, and they don't take basketball practice as seriously as before." Heizi clenched his palms, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Probably because the opponent's strength is too small for them. Feeling proud... Now the community is no longer the one where everyone worked hard, and I always feel a little sad."

As soon as these words came out, Mochizuki suddenly understood why Heizi was so worried.

As the saying goes, the higher you fly, the harder you fall. For talented basketball players like Heizi and the others, this is a truth. Too much strength can easily breed arrogance, and all arrogance will only have one result in the end-failure.

"Isn't Akashi the vice-captain? Didn't express any attitude?"

"...Akashi-kun has been a little bit wrong recently, sometimes showing an unexpectedly strong side."

"Is that so..."

Mochizuki looked at the dejected Heizi, rubbed her chin and thought for a moment, then suddenly stretched out a finger and suggested, "Let's beat up those guys!"

Heizi: "...Huh?"

Heizi, who never expected Mochizuki to say such damaging words, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately retorted calmly: "Violence is bad behavior."

"...No." Mochizuki stared at him speechlessly for a while, and then explained with difficulty: "I mean basketball, why don't we form a small team to torture them once, and let them know that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the sky!"

Hearing this, Heizi's eyes lit up instantly, and he raised his spirits: "I think this suggestion is great! If you can let them taste failure, it will definitely inspire everyone's enterprising spirit."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was very feasible. Heizi secretly calculated a plan in his heart: "We can use the banner of sparring, enter Diguang's basketball club, and challenge those five people, but in this case we We also need five people here... what should we do?"

"This matter is on me." Mochizuki waved his hand brazenly, stopping such an important task: "Tomorrow, after the club ends, we will gather at the nearby street basketball, and I will bring everyone over by then."

"Ok."

Heizi, who had great confidence in Mochizuki, had no doubts at all, and immediately went home to practice basketball with a sliver of determination to win.

Mochizuki, who was alone in a daze on the road, was in a daze at the moment.

Basketball players... What to do, although he didn't know where he got the confidence to undertake this difficult task, but he really didn't know anyone, but he knew a group of tennis players!

And it's not okay to just find someone to make up for it. After all, the competition must be defeated by those five people for this competition to be meaningful, so... What should he do? !

Wandering around like a fool for a while holding his head, Mochizuki finally couldn't hold back and sent a text message to Atobe.

Five minutes later, a valuable black sports car stopped directly in front of him. After opening the door, Atobu walked out wearing a bathrobe and slippers, with drops of water dripping from his head.

"What's wrong!!" Atobe grabbed Mochizuki's shoulder anxiously, and looked at him in detail for a long time: "Suddenly sent a text message asking for help, what happened?!"

A few minutes ago, Atobu, who was taking a beautiful bath in the bathroom, heard the ringtone of the message belonging to Mochizuki outside the door. He immediately grabbed the bathrobe and went to the bedroom to turn on the phone. There were only two words in sight: help me.

However, this simple information shocked Atobe into a cold sweat!

Mochizuki would never text him, and Mochizuki would never say these two words to him. Could it be... Did something serious happen to Mochizuki? ? ! !

Instantly thinking of fires, kidnappings, car accidents and other accidents, he hurriedly asked the housekeeper to prepare the vehicle, and he just hurriedly fastened his bathrobe without even changing his clothes, and followed the locator to Mochizuki without stopping.

Fortunately, people are fine!

"...Why did you run out dressed like this?" Seeing Atobe's embarrassed look, Mochizuki frowned in disapproval, pushed him back into the car, and got into the car naturally.

Atobe obediently sat opposite Mochizuki, picked up the towel prepared at the side, and wiped the water droplets on the tip of his hair: "Don't mind me, sir, what can you do?"

"It's like this..." Mochizuki briefly recounted what Heizi said slowly: "So now I still lack three capable basketball players. Does senior have any good candidates?"

"What, it's this kind of thing." Seeing that there was no major problem with Mochizuki, Atobe couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, then straightened his chest, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Then you are asking the right person. There is a guy who can play basketball right in front of him!"

A mere basketball, how can it be difficult for this uncle!

He closed his eyes, raised his head, and a hint of joy appeared on the corner of his lips, just waiting for Mochizuki to call his name adoringly.

However, under his expectation, Mochizuki blinked, swept his eyes across the car, and finally set his sights on the bodyguard who was driving.

Mochizuki: "I didn't expect this gentleman to play basketball...but he's a bit too old, so it's not suitable."

Trace Department: ...

bodyguard:……

"Cough." Atobe coughed twice deliberately: "It's not him, someone else!"

Mochizuki: "Ah, the one who is crossing the road is Hiyoshi, but his basketball is not that good..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Atobe almost coughed his lungs out, gnashed his teeth and said, "It's not him! It's in the car, far away in the sky, right in front of us!!"

Hearing this, Mochizuki swished his eyes to him, and in his longing eyes, he worriedly said: "Is senior sick, coughing so badly, it's better to see a doctor earlier."

Trace Department: ...

He took two deep breaths of air, and finally breathed out a few words: "My uncle means that the person who can play basketball is my uncle."

"Eh?" Mochizuki's eyes widened in surprise: "Senior, can you even know how to play basketball?!"

I thought that Atobe, who played tennis very well, would definitely not like basketball, so he didn't think about it, and he didn't expect to be pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah." Now Atobe can finally enjoy Mochizuki's adoring eyes openly, and the smile on his face can't be suppressed: "My uncle knows a lot of sports, of course basketball, but not It’s just tennis at your fingertips.”

He seemed afraid that Mochizuki would be disappointed, and added at the end: "However, as long as you give me a few days to practice, with my pair of eyes that can see through everything and my persistent physical strength, there will be absolutely no problem."

Seeing eyes? ?What the hell is that, a superpower? ?

"I believe in you." Although he was a bit puzzled by Atobe's words, Mochizuki felt relieved when he saw him confidently patted his chest to reassure him, and then worried about the other two places: "Then Whether the seniors recognize other more powerful basketball players is still two short."

"Basketball... no." Atobe rubbed his tear mole with one hand and thought for a moment: "But there are a few good candidates for those who can play tennis well."

"Tennis..." Mochizuki, who knew it was the result, sighed with a headache, and squinted at Atobe resentfully, as if accusing the other party of all nonsense.

"No, they are all players who can be called geniuses among geniuses with my uncle. They are also very capable. Even if they don't know how to play basketball, a few days of practice is enough to instantly kill most basketball players who have practiced hard for several years."

"……is that so?"

"That's right, don't worry, it's up to me."

After Atobe's swearing guarantee, Mochizuki still did not let go of his worries, but was full of distrust for the tennis genius he said.

Akashi and the others are also genius-level players, and they have also practiced hard for decades. Can they really win after just a few days of training...

Mochizuki at this time has not yet known the strength of a group of princes who are known as killer tennis!

Early the next morning, during the tennis club's morning training, Atobe came to Mochizuki's side with a smug expression.

"Things have been taken care of. We will gather at street basketball after school today. Don't worry."

"May I ask who are the seniors looking for?" Mochizuki asked anxiously.

"You have seen one of them, just at the banquet a few months ago." Atobe smiled nostalgicly, only feeling that time flies, and the white horse has passed: "The name is Yukimura Seichi, just like my uncle." A sophomore in Lihai University, but he led Lihai University to victory in the national competition last year, his strength should not be underestimated."

After his reminder, Mochizuki immediately recalled the handsome young man with short dark blue hair, and the slender figure of the other party who seemed to fall down in a blow, and couldn't help being slightly stunned: "Is Yukimura-kun so powerful? Sure enough Appearance."

Atobe silently looked Mochizuki up and down, and nodded sighingly: "That's true."

Who would have thought that Mochizuki, who is so thin, has the ability to smash a boulder in his chest, play a throwing knife with one hand, and eat a meal without any problem at all, it is simply amazing!

Unaware that there was something in his words, Mochizuki brought the topic back on track: "It stands to reason that he should be busy too, how could he agree to help?"

Hearing this, Atobe paused, and suddenly imitated Yukimura's tone of voice, and performed vividly: "Basketball? Although I haven't played it before, it feels very interesting... The opponent is very strong? Haha, it's getting more and more interesting, I Got it, see you tonight."

full moon:……

He sensitively smelled a hint of danger from the other party's tone! !

"What about the other person." Mochizuki swallowed, and changed the subject: "Also very powerful?"

"Yeah, he can be regarded as my opponent." In Atobe's eyes, flames of fighting spirit burst out, and he said with arrogance: "Last time he lost to me because of his inconvenient arm in the tug-of-war... But between us There is no difference in strength between them, so they will definitely be a powerful foreign aid."

"Ah... it's Seigaku's Tezuka-kun." From his words, Mochizuki guessed the opponent's name in an instant, recalling the last match, he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Is there any problem with his arm? "

"My uncle asked. The basketball game lasts for four to 10 minutes, and there is a break in between. There is no problem."

"The only problem is that we have only met once, and we are not familiar with each other. I went to his house to look for him, and I happened to meet Tezuka's grandfather who met my grandfather. So, with this affection, His grandfather agreed directly for him, and it went very smoothly."

Mochizuki: ...It feels like Tezuka-kun is being forced. Is it really all right? !

What to do, it seems that everyone is very unreliable...

The author has something to say: Longevity, the prince of tennis is going to play basketball!

As soon as the screen switched to Atobe, it became funny for some reason.

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Taking advantage of how many people are there on Saturday, I would like to ask, if I open the salted egg next time... Has anyone else watched it (>ω?*?)?

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读者“梦妄”,灌溉营养液+12018-03-0822:48:57