[Comprehensive] The male god looks super fierce

Hanyu Kazuki was stunned for a moment, not expecting things to develop like this.

On the other hand, Kurosaki and Yamada didn't think it was a big deal at all, with a look of encouragement, they wanted the boy to go up and teach Aomine Daiki a lesson.

"It's not that serious, just, let's play a little bit."

The black-haired boy raised his hand and scratched his hair, and looked at Aomine Daiki with blue eyes. Although there was any malice in his illness, but staring at him like this, he felt inexplicably cold from the soles of his feet.

"Winning or losing is actually not that important."

Hanyu Kazuya said so, then stretched out his hand to pass the ball from Yamada, and patted the ground casually a few times, covering the basketball with his knuckle hand, which was indescribably pleasing to the eye.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and the originally clear sky was shrouded in haze at some point. Gusts of wind blew up the boy's hair, and the luster of his eyes was faintly visible in his hair.

Like a blade, it was bitingly cold.

Aomine Daiki cast down his eyes, looking at Hanyu Kazuki who looked careless in front of him.

It can't be said that he was careless, he didn't seem to regard himself as a strong opponent at all, he just played together for a while, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

But the cold aura on his body made people unable to move, making people unable to breathe.

"Tsk, you guys really know how to say some beautiful words, you have to educate me before I win!"

Kazuki Hanyu was just expressing his own opinion, but he didn't expect to inexplicably make the boy with dark blue hair even more irritable.

"Whoever scores three goals first, what if whoever wins?"

The young man didn't care much, and asked Qingfeng Dahui like this.

Aomine Daiki squinted his eyes, his aura was like that of a cheetah, just being stared at like this made his spine inexplicably chill, the boy had a keen intuition no less than that of a beast, and an indescribable oppressive force.

"Whatever, anyway, the winner must be me in the end!"

Still the same as when I first started, overconfident.

Perhaps this is the characteristic of talented people. Only when they are severely defeated will they realize their shortcomings.

It was only at this time that Hanyu Kazuo remembered a little bit why the boy looked familiar to him before. At this time, he looked at his serious appearance, and then remembered a game that he accompanied his friends to watch in the third year of junior high school.

That one-sided crushing match about Diguang.

At that time, a dark-skinned boy, holding a ball, crossed the field, so fast that he could only catch afterimages...

"It turned out to be you. I was lucky enough to watch one of your matches before. It is understandable for Qingfeng-kun to say such things."

The black-haired boy said so, looking at Aomine Daiki with blue eyes, and threw the ball in his hand to the boy.

"But... I don't agree with it a little bit."

Hanyu Kazuo looked at him, his eyes were as dark as shattered ice, and he felt cold just looking at each other.

"You should still be in the first year of high school, right? Then, as a senior, I need to teach you what it means to be someone beyond others."

The boy spoke very seriously, he just wanted to use his own way to pull Aomine Daiki out of that unfathomable misunderstanding, but the dark-skinned boy seemed to be ignited.

He raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile on his face.

"Okay, if you can win!"

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Kurosaki and Yamada sat on the bench outside the court, nervously watching the situation inside the court.

The speed of the two people was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture the complete trace with the naked eye, as fast as an afterimage.

After a stalemate for so long, the two of them didn't let each other score a single ball.

Hanyu has to admit that the boy's game skills are far beyond the level of his Japanese peers. No matter in terms of speed or technique, he cannot be faulted.

The dark-haired boy's eyes were dark, and he pursed his lips, not daring to stare at Aomine Daiki carelessly for a moment.

That line of sight is as deep as the sea, unable to see to the bottom.

Aomine Daiki was also naturally aware that the boy was completely different from all the guys he had fought against before, formidable and exciting.

Every step he took, the black-haired boy could instantly detect and cut him off, just looking at those eyes made people feel trembling all over.

"One ball will win or lose, how about it?"

The boy with dark blue hair suggested so, this time the corners of his lips were really uplifted because of pleasure, and he looked extraordinarily happy.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the breath exuding from his whole body was extremely hot, and the clothes were a little wet from the sweat and stuck to his body, his strong and beautiful muscles were faintly visible.

The eyes are dark blue, like the sky that is slightly bright at night, with an indescribable depth.

Hanyu Kazuya nodded, agreeing to his suggestion.

Aomine Daiki pursed his lips, then speeded up instantly, and disappeared in front of the boy in the next second.

The black-haired boy froze for a moment, his blue eyes sank, and he caught a glimpse of the afterimage moving directly in that direction, barely catching Aomine Daiki.

It was indeed beyond his expectation. He didn't expect him to be able to accelerate.

Hanyu Kazuki pursed his lips, and his white skin was also covered with thin sweat after exercising. His lips were slightly opened, and the wet and pink tongue could be vaguely seen. There were also some beads of sweat between the collarbones. seductive.

"You can keep up with my speed... Hanyu Kazuo?"

"I admit your strength, but... the only one who can beat me is myself!"

After saying this, Aomine Daiki charged up his strength, and the speed was very fast, and he passed by with a feint, and easily passed the boy when he was not paying attention.

Hanyu Kazuki's eyes were heavy. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​wanting to defeat someone so much.

Simply too stubborn!This guy!

The boy's hand moved slightly, and then he ran quickly to Aomine Daiki who was about to slam dunk, jumping very high, against the gloomy sky, the face of the black-haired boy was still clear.

His blue eyes were deep and gloomy, his lips were pursed, and his big hand with strong bones slammed the ball in Qingfeng Dahui's hand, with such force that the hand of the boy with dark blue hair was numb.

"Tsk, why are you so stubborn!"

Hanyu Kazuki directly broke Aomine Daiki's ball, then raised his hand to put on the stunned dark blue haired boy's head, and rubbed it hard.

"Basketball is not a game for one person!"

"Your appearance is completely different from the game I watched before... That blue-haired boy is your partner, right?"

Hanyu Kazuki remembered very clearly that when he was not close to Aomine Daiki, he was able to capture the figure of that frightening boy with a low sense of presence.

But once he gets close to the boy with dark blue hair, the stronger the light, the lighter the shadow.

But he didn't care at all, seeing how dazzling his own light was, he also became happy.

"You mean... Zhe?"

Aomine Daiki was stunned, thinking of the boy with sky blue hair who was always behind him, and all the memories began to flood over in an instant.

"I don't know who he is, but...the relationship between you on the court, I can see clearly."

"Because you are too strong, have you abandoned your shadow?"

At this moment, Hanyu Kazuki's complexion was gloomy, and his serious look made his already cold face even more terrifying.

"Although we don't know each other very well, I've always been straightforward."

The black-haired boy patted the basketball lightly a few times, with a rare indifference on his chiseled face.

"You are like this... your shadow will find a new light..."

"A light that is more dazzling than you, but will not abandon him..."

After he finished speaking, he stared blankly at the dark-skinned boy in front of him, and then lightly smashed the basketball in his hand into his arms.

"The teachings of the seniors are not just about basketball."

Slightly, a little too much.

Hanyu Kazuo has a bad habit. He seldom nags like this on weekdays, but once he is provoked to a point that he cares about inexplicably, he will finish it in one breath, direct and simple.

For the younger generation, I care more.

Because basketball is a sport that makes people happy, he doesn't want the boy in front of him to stagnate in that wrong place.

Obviously once, so happy.