About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

022 Life is like a play

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Whether Shibata Fumji wanted to hit me or not has become an unsolved mystery.

Because after I finished saying "I have a kind of greeting here", Akashi immediately pulled me back behind him.

While this is certainly the result of his hard work, I still want to lament that boys are truly amazing creatures.

I remembered that when I first met Akashi, he was only two or three centimeters taller than me, and he was not very strong. He would even lose to me who often fights with Akutagawa, but now he can easily hug me.

Fumji Shibata was sent to the teacher's office.From the time I stepped into the office door, explained the situation, and then exited and closed the door gently, the whole process took no more than 10 minutes.

I said goodbye to the teaching teacher and wished him a happy and successful work.

Akashi said that he will never forget in his life that when our teaching teacher saw me, the gray face immediately appeared on that red and fat face.

It's like seeing some scourge.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "Didn't it mean that problem students would be preferred by teachers?"

"It's good to be able to understand this way." My overly blind optimism made him laugh.

The rain in spring this year is not as abundant as in previous years. I have read the weather forecast, and I don’t need to put my umbrella in my schoolbag for several days.

The sky is not clear, fluffy clouds are flowing slowly, I stared at his shallow smile, and found that I always seem to be able to see the scenery at dusk recently.

On our way back to the basketball gym, Akashi suddenly reached out and picked up a lock of hair on the back of my shoulder. As I turned my head in doubt, it quickly slipped from my fingers, but was grabbed by him just as I was about to separate completely.

"Hiss—" I gasped in pain, "You hurt me!"

"I'm sorry." He apologized graciously. "You grew your hair long."

"Well, I'm too lazy to cut it."

"very beautiful."

"Then can you let go of my hand for the sake of my beauty?" I muttered and patted the back of his hand twice.But the man still showed no signs of letting go, so I could only hold his hand instead, shaking it, "Please—Seijuro——"

The protracted ending is full of perfunctory words, really sincere pleas.I grabbed two backhands behind me, and I didn't know that my hair had grown to the hip bone.Maybe it's better to cut it off after summer, otherwise I might get prickly heat all over my neck.

Akashi let go of his hand, helped me put my hair back together, and didn't speak any more.

When I was alone with Akashi, I always felt a little awkward. This was not the coyness of being away for a long time, but the embarrassment of having nothing to say.When I was young, Akashi and I always looked at each other like this, but how many times when I wanted to turn around and run away, Mr. Mori's instructive devil whispers would accurately pinch the back of my fate.

Akashi's steps are relatively large, and he deliberately slowed down along the way to keep a half-step distance from me.From afar, I saw Hayama and Mibuchi arguing again because of some unknown matter, and Nebuya and the freshman who just joined were standing by to watch the fun, with no intention of dissuading them at all.Akashi walked towards them, and the air returned to silence.

For a moment, I felt a bit angry in a trance, as if all I knew were such abnormal people.

Akutagawa is paranoid and stubborn, Mr. Dazai loves to find a way to end for himself, and Kyoka is as empty and dull as a doll.As for Akashi, he can't look better now, but who knows how he silently split into a second personality with so many people around him.

Even if he was so painful that he needed to protect himself in such an extreme way, he never thought that he seemed to have something called a "friend".

I thought it was right.

My brother is indeed the best brother in the world.

Occasionally, when I'm really bored, I make assumptions that sound ridiculous like "if we were all normal kids".

Because under this premise, it is impossible for Atobe Keigo to become Atobe Keigo, and Akashi Seijuro will not become what he is now.

The friendship between us is indeed very plastic. We all guard our secrets carefully, and we can't leak the slightest word. When we say goodbye, we can pretend to say hello to each other, and use the sentence "I have a good life" to whitewash the world.

I turned to leave, and Akashi's voice came from behind, asking me where I was going.

"Go to Atobe!" I walked quickly towards the tennis club without looking back, "It's impossible for you to come and never see him!"

The wind blew past the newly grown leaves on the trees on both sides of the trail. They were still crisp and fresh, and even soaked in the silky red sunset, they had a shiny new luster.

"Why is she so angry all of a sudden?" Hayama Kotaro, who has always been good at intuition on the court, looked at his captain in confusion, "Did you quarrel just now?"

"No. Probably something from the past made her unhappy." Akashi said as he walked into the basketball hall and asked the basketball team members of Hyotei to use the shower room.Their minister went with Fumji Shibata to the teaching teacher's office, and his mistake was negligence in management, and of course he was not spared.

The atmosphere was inevitably a little frozen, but Ye Shan didn't mind, he asked curiously, "How long ago was that?"

Akashi pondered for a while, "National three?"

"Such a long-standing old account can be overturned?!" The small forward was speechless for a long time, "Girls' thoughts are really complicated..."

However, his captain shook his head and denied him, "She has always had a good memory. If she had gone to kindergarten together, she would be able to dig up more old accounts."

"And the deep sea is already a very simple and easy-to-understand type."

"Just now I was talking about love at first sight, but now I'm starting to dislike others." Shibuchi snorted from his nose, and finally summed up Hashan's fickleness in one word, "Man."

"There is no conflict between thinking she is difficult to understand and thinking she is cute!" Hayama retorted angrily, "Akashi, Captain, can you give me her email address?"

"It's better to find the person concerned for the contact method, and it's easier to impress her."

"You guessed that she wouldn't give me my email address, so you said that! Could this be the legendary boy's spare time?! It looks so bad!"

"Oh, it's the same as saying you beat Akashi."

"You have never won one-on-one."

"It's so annoying, please don't sprinkle salt on my wound!"

According to me, students should live happily like this.

Even though regrets and sorrows will not be forgotten, in the end they will all become memories and be put into the box in the bottom of my heart and sealed up.When you have the courage to open it again, no matter what kind of monsters and ghosts it is, it will probably turn into a moldy hairball that can make people smile.