About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

020 A Different Seijuro

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It was during the winter vacation at the end of my first year of high school that I found out that Akashi's fading connection with me was due to dissociative identity disorder.

Oh, just saying "with me" is not quite accurate.He also basically cut off contact with his middle school classmates, and went to Luoshan, Kyoto, hundreds of kilometers away from Tokyo, by himself.

Atobe, who told me that "Akashi is a bit different from before", has neither a good nor a bad relationship with him.

At that time, my reaction to this news was quite calm. The first thing that came to my mind was a photo that Akashi sent me after he entered school-a photo of him and other members of the Luoshan basketball club.

Different from the slow changes of girls who seem to be buds and pistils, boys seem to suddenly grow into a more upright and reliable appearance during the winter vacation between junior high school and high school.

"Heterochromia has no effect on daily life."

"Fool, what I'm talking about is that Akashi is different from before."

"It can't be that there is no change at all..." I said perfunctorily, "When you were young, the two of you almost cried watching ghost movies because you were more daring. Don't tell me that you still have such a boring confrontation now."

The black history was uncovered, and Atobe's complexion suddenly changed.

Seeing that he was silent, I didn't continue to think about it, and I didn't want to continue to think about it.

After all, why should I speculate on the mind of a person who is unwilling to contact me?It feels like hitting cotton with a fist, making people useless.

Later, when the student union went out for dinner one day, Xu Wangxun rarely talked about his half-brother who had just been brought back from abroad.

To be honest, I have no interest in this kind of secrets of the Royal Cao Division. The emotional entanglement of interests and relationships in it may be even more chaotic than that in the red light district of Yokohama, let alone this sensitive issue involving inheritance rights.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wangxun not only did not have the slightest sense of crisis, but was quite happy.

Because Xu Wanghuan looks like a jerk, but he is actually a fool, and he has a very high acceptance of junk food.After he returned to China, he could finally order the set meal for two at the fried chicken shop logically!

I don't know what expression I should use to complain that Xu Wangxun, who said his brother is a fool, is not very smart, or I should tell him that it is different from the promotional combination in the restaurant under the name of couples only, "Double set meal "It doesn't matter if you order alone.

If extravagance and waste are not considered, the clerk will even be happy to meet customers like you who are stupid and rich.

"And the house is a little more lively." He added amidst the sizzling aroma of okonomiyaki, his eyes suddenly moved away from the bread in front of him, he sat up straight, and looked around after a day of exhaustion Afterwards, the shop was crowded with tired animals.

A little noisy, but full of human flavor.

The chandelier covered with crystal decorations is certainly beautiful, but most of the time it is more like a sword of Damocles hanging above the head.

Sitting on his lonely throne, the little prince occasionally yearns for ordinary and ordinary daily life.

Thinking about it now, maybe I should have cared more about Akashi back then.But I always feel that we don't seem to be familiar enough to talk to each other, not to mention that Akashi is not the type who can share his heart and soul with others.To ask too much is to probe too much, and I have long been a listener.

Akashi kept most things in his mind.Those secrets that he is willing to share, that happen in less than one percent of his life, and that are not secrets, if you tell cats and dogs, maybe they can detect his emotional changes and lick him. cheeks.And I can only make dry interjections like uh oh uh, which is worse than Siri who can automatically search for "suicide prevention" just by saying "I want to die" into the receiver.

I should have known.

If he could treat me as a friend like this, what a lonely person Akashi Seijuro would be.

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With just one sentence, Akashi drew the attention of the entire basketball arena to me.In an instant, my original thoughts of waiting until everyone dispersed disappeared.

Being "watched" has long been a trivial matter for me.What troubles me now is that apart from the sentence "Long time no see Seijuro", I have searched my stomach for a long time and haven't come up with a word.Turning my head slightly, I saw the scoreboard standing on the sidelines.

31:105

It almost made my jaw drop.

Fortunately, I was still thinking about it. For the sake of the training match, he Akashi Seijuro will not go all out to make the host lose face, right?No wonder I underestimated him.

Looking at our alumni sitting or standing, all of them seem to be seduced by black and white impermanence, my mood is even more complicated.

Bingdi has many small problems of his own, and there are many small cliques among the students, and they often fight with each other openly and secretly.But when it comes to the outside world, the pride of the Ice Empress is their pride, and the glory of the Ice Empress is their glory.Even if the basketball team hadn't made any achievements over the years, these people who came here to watch the jokes of the basketball team would not allow this slap to be slapped on their faces.

I don't know whether this distorted psychology can be called short-term protection or a sense of collective honor, but their eyes are almost poking me into a sieve.

"Seijuro, you... be a little more merciful..." Sure enough, I still couldn't stand on the united front with my classmates against the enemy. Basketball is Akashi's favorite thing. I shouldn't blame him for the inexplicable atmosphere Blooming talent and hard work.But at the same time, I also want to remind him, "The training match is to promote the progress of both parties, right?"

What if the few members of the basketball club in our school are given a psychological shadow... Although there are quite a few people in Bingdi who are looking forward to the abolition of the basketball club and reorganization.

"Isn't that enough to show mercy?" I heard a voice behind him say, "It's not even a warm-up."

The whispers in the hall gradually turned into a thunderstorm following this arrogant remark.

"Hayama." Akashi lowered his voice and warned, "Say less."

"Yes--" The man dragged his answer for a long time, and then poked his head out from behind Akashi.He had been sitting on the bench in the rest area just now, and when he stood up, he was half a head taller than Akashi.He was condescending, his radiant eyes fixed on me, and suddenly exclaimed: "Akashi, you are too disrespectful! Such a beautiful young boy has been hiding for more than a year without introducing us!"

However, before Akashi could speak, Hayama rushed to introduce himself, "Hello! I'm Kotaro Hayama, Akashi's teammate. It's the first time we meet, please take care of me in the future!"

after?Why is there a future?Should I say thank you first... After all, others have praised me... It's so rare for someone to praise me...

I looked at his outstretched hand in disbelief.Just when I was hesitating whether to hold it, another person knocked his hand off, "Didn't you see that other girls were scared by you? You have no grace monkey."

"It hurts! What are you doing! Don't come out and get in the way!"

"It's you who got in the way. Do you have any self-knowledge as a light bulb?" Mibuchi lifted him up and dragged him aside.

Kotaro Hayama was still arguing with him, "Girls who can fall in love at first sight are rare!"

"You said that to the beautiful girl model on the cover of the last issue of "Dramagirls". Man, they are all big pigs."

To a certain extent, they are a bit similar to Diguang's basketball club, and also similar to Hyotei's tennis club.

Maybe no matter what kind of sport or team, there will be a living treasure who is responsible for making fun of the back of the team.

"Are you really scared?" Akashi teased me with a smile.

I took the opportunity to look at him, but out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something approaching rapidly.

I immediately pushed away Akashi who had his back turned away, he was caught off guard and staggered two steps to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

Until the polypropylene sports water bottle hit the ground, making an obvious scratch on the wooden floor of the hall.

"What are you bastard trying to do?!"

In the dead silence, Hayama Kotaro was the first to pounce on the source of malice.

Only then did I see clearly the appearance of the person who threw the water bottle.

Fumji Shibata.

His period of suspension of reflection, which was slightly longer than mine, also seemed to end last weekend.