About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

062PROVEIT

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It's rude to say this, but I've always thought that a basketball game is more boring than me holding a stranger's head and apologizing to Mr. Sakaguchi.

Same with tennis.

But out of basic politeness, I endured the sharp sound of the soles rubbing against the ground, and "Is it true that the floor is so smooth after sweating so much and it won't fall? Will it not fracture or dislocate if you fall?" Some unnecessary worries, after watching the half-hour game (we were more than ten minutes late, but Mr. Sakaguchi told me that the 10-minute time is much shorter than the regular game).

The moment the final whistle blew, I felt my heart was getting old.This chewy viewing experience is like flipping through a collection of brain teasers that you have already memorized the answers to - the Luoshan High School where Akashi Seijuro is located won the final victory, just look at the second score on the scoreboard The difference between the number of digits and the three digits is very clear at a glance.

"Since you're here, don't make such an expression." Mr. Sakaguchi moved his eyes away from the tablet and pushed down his glasses, "It's not like he didn't give you room to refuse."

"But I think if I refuse, I won't be able to see him until next year..." I leaned on the chair, and there were still bursts of magic sounds in my ears.

At this time, Akashi had already walked from the center to the edge of the field opposite the spectator seats where we were.

He and his teammates got together, and they should be replaying the game just now.This discussion was also very short from the beginning to the end. Akashi tore off the towel on his shoulders, and looked straight at me across the crowd.

"You didn't see him very often before." Mr. Sakaguchi said to me, "since Mr. Mori Ogai has reduced the number of banquets with you."

"He doesn't take me out very much just because I'm not a loli and it doesn't fit his aesthetics!"

Mr. Mori is undoubtedly a very pure lolicon.If his attitude towards me when I was a child could be regarded as maintaining a shriveled politeness as much as possible, then Mr. Mori now has completely lost the patience to reason with me and play charades.

His posture is always like an extremely powerful and hateful party A, who clearly puts the pros and cons (the authenticity and reliability of which are debatable) in front of me, and then waits for me to make a choice.

This alone is enough for me to list Mr. Mori as a strong candidate for one of the most hated people.He is too important to China.I even know very well that if one day Mr. Mori and I are placed at the two ends of the balance, the answer to this question will undoubtedly be biased towards which side China will rely on.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.Assuming that the competitor is a character such as the future "sister-in-law" or the "girlfriend" of the brother, there are not too many bad ideas I can think of.After these years of tempering, Chuya's patience with me has almost reached the point of no limit, but this person is Mr. Mori, Mr. Mori Ogai from the inside out.

Even if it is a man who needs to deal with the game between the Supernatural Secret Service and the Armed Detective Agency at the same time, he can still deal with a man who is calm and smiling-even if I have not seen their mediation with my own eyes, I don’t think that Mr. Dazai needs to be careful. What kind of kind person...even if he looks really demented when lolicon is out.

People are alive and will be used, which means they still have value.While this perception inevitably feels pessimistic...but you have to admit that it is.

The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world is for profit.Humans are social animals, no matter how lofty their status and power, they are only a part of the world.

To put it bluntly, everyone is a tool man.

I am the tool man of Mr. Mori, and the tool man of Hong Kong gangsters, Mr. Dazai is the tool man of the Armed Detective Agency, and Mr. Sakaguchi is the tool man of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and me.

If you think about it this way, don't you think the world is a lot fairer?

"Deep Sea." Akashi passed through the staff who were tidying up the venue, and called me only when he approached the viewing platform, "Do you still think the competition is boring?"

I feel that I may want to restrain my expression as Mr. Sakaguchi said, but there will always be a big deviation between the optimal solution in my heart and the actual choice. It's hard for me to smile for a tasteless farce.

The reason is not only because I am Nakahara Fukami, but also because the person in front of me is Akashi Seijuro.

He knew I didn't like basketball, he knew I didn't like watching games, and he made an appointment to meet me at a time and place that wasn't bad but wasn't good either.

He knew I would come.

I kicked Mr. Sakaguchi to step aside.

"For the protection of personal privacy, I will not disclose the content of your conversation, so you can rest assured..."

"Tell me what is the essential difference between your behavior and peeking at the diary of a high school girl."

Mr. Sakaguchi gritted his teeth, glared at me resentfully, and left—not far away, sitting two rows behind me.

Akashi, who witnessed the whole process, sat down beside me after Mr. Sakaguchi left.

There is a very shallow smile on his pretty face, just like the first time I saw him in the garden of Akashi's house, even if I use words like "tranquility" to describe it, I don't feel that it is inconsistent.

Like Atobe, he was not surprised or angry that I was "supervised".They have always been quick to accept reality, and the reaction after acceptance is quite calm.They were so calm that they could look at Mr. Sakaguchi from top to bottom, and then gave me a fairly objective evaluation, "That gentleman looks very good."

"Ah... after all, he is a civil servant." I followed his words, "If you have a problem with your thinking, you should be arrested by the leader for a talk."

Akashi smiled and shook his head, "It's about your attitude towards him."

"If you really hate this management style from the bottom of your heart, Shen Hai will probably show a worse expression than watching my game."

Nasty declarative sentence.

I stared blankly at the light spots cast by the lights on the floor of the basketball court, and it took me a long time before I hummed reluctantly.

Akashi knew me well, as Atobe knew me, and as I knew them.

Many relationships can exist firmly because of mutual involvement and mutual contribution.

For example, if I accept all the experiments obediently, the researchers responsible for my project will smile with satisfaction, push the potion into my blood vessels less coldly, and even comfort me and praise me afterwards.

Dazai-san is right, I am undoubtedly loved by many people.

But is this love because I am cute?Is it because I'm likable?Or is it because I am "gravity operated"?

If I unilaterally cut off the beneficial relationship between them, will anyone continue to "love" me?

"Don't call me to watch the game next time, Seijuro." Why can't we just use numbers to calculate as long as it is related to emotions?They crowded my brain and chest in a mess, making me very irritable.

I like to escape, and of course I know it's problematic.But when I am alone, whether it is the maintenance worker who wants to overhaul the natural gas at home and suggests replacing the pipeline as soon as possible, or because the house is out of space, I go out to eat supper alone in the middle of the night and I am caught by the police criticizing the education and notifying the teachers and parents. Give out the phone number to work with.

Many decisions at many times need to be made by myself, but many decisions at many times are not what I want to make.

Occasionally I really hate why Zhongye can't always stay by my side, but when I think of Mr. Mori, I will tell myself very rationally that my brother has a responsibility that he is willing to sacrifice his life for.

Compared with repeated trade-offs, simply evading could not be easier and more enjoyable.

I decided to say goodbye to the things I hated.Whether it's thinking about such cruel questions that the answer can't bear to look at directly, or the competitive games that have never interested me since I was a child.

"I will continue to send invitations, so next time Shen Hai doesn't want to come, just refuse me." Without turning my face, I knew that Akashi was looking at me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his exposed arms, his mouth opened, and he finally said, "Put on your coat before talking to me."

Otherwise, if I catch a cold and catch a cold later, I will become a sinner again.

Akashi put on his coat as I said.Sometimes he is really stubborn, and before I say good or bad, those rose red eyes will stare at me, "Where is your answer? Deep sea."

I mustered up the courage to say "yes" before he asked me.The answer was hiding behind my lips.

Anyway, you are busy and I am also busy, and the trend of parting ways has begun to appear after entering junior high school.

If you don't see it, you won't see it, and the new year is the new year.

But I voluntarily betrayed this decision, turned silent, lowered my head and squeezed my fingers tightly.Until I heard Akashi's laugh, mixed with the high and low voices in the hall.The two schools of the next group of games have already entered the field, Cheng Rin and Xiu De.The former was the champion of last year's national competition, and the latter is a traditional elite team.

Among them are Akashi's former teammates in Teiko, the generation of miracles who were interviewed and reported by major sports weekly magazines, and now they have become opponents who have to decide the outcome on the field.

More than once I realized that I should not dwell on the past.

I grew up and we all grew up.

From the first day I came into contact with the theory of relativity, I knew that time is relative.It can be compressed, it can be stretched, but it cannot be reversed.

I can no longer see Akashi every few days, nor can I run into him by chance like I skipped school from Yokohama and wandered around Tokyo next door like I was in junior high school.Ever since Akashi got sick, I have understood that the friend I left to ashes is no longer the little bear that I can find from the corner when I think about it.

If I don't take the initiative to inquire about his news, he will disappear from my eyes like a vanishing world, and then reappear at some point, stare at me with his beautiful eyes, and ask me if I want to come see him see me?

Can I not come?

Even if I know that Akashi Seijuro's family has a great career, as long as he cooperates with the treatment, he will recover slowly, and nothing major will happen.

But can I not come?

For a moment, I didn't know why I wanted to cry so much. There were many grievances and distress.

When I came back to my senses, the scenery in front of me was blurred by the accumulated tears.I buried my face in my knees, and I squeezed my distorted voice out of the noise of people coming and going around me.

"...I can't stop coming."