Lost the most important place in your heart

At that time, as a member of the generation of miracles, no, it should be said that as Shintaro Midorima himself, his choice was to defeat that person with his own hands, completely crushing his fighting spirit.

Perhaps the sky also felt someone's sadness, thundered angrily, and rained heavily.

Chrissy's slap was so hard that Midorima felt the left half of her face was burning and swollen.

Midorima seems to have heard someone complaining for him, who is it?I don't care anymore, the only thing I can hear is that sentence.

"Forcing him like this, are you satisfied?"

"I..." Midorima looked at his hands, "I did it."

No one saw that a tear fell on Midorima's face.

After the game, everyone in Xiude wanted to eat something to celebrate, but the heavy rain dispelled their thoughts, so they could only go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.

Mirei Sasaki searched around, but couldn't find Midorima among the crowd.

Takao watched Midorima avoid the crowd and walked through the back door, so he followed.

"Ah, is Xiaozhen going to leave alone?"

Midorima glanced at Takao, but continued walking without answering.

"Xiaozhen, everyone is very happy to win against Seirin, aren't you?"

Midorima still didn't answer, and walked forward alone.

"Xiaozhen, you are like this now, so why, why did you treat Heizi like that just now?"

Midorima paused for a moment, looked at Takao, with complex emotions in his eyes, suppressed anger, hid sadness deep in his eyes, was puzzled and uneasy, and had no other choice.

Midorima moved his lips, how should he answer?Say you didn't do it on purpose?Don't you want to hurt Heizi yourself?

Obviously it was intentional, and he played like this to completely sink Heizi, who is he doing this for now?

Midorima Shintaro, I didn't expect you to be such a hypocrite?

Midorima laughed wildly at himself.

"True?"

Seeing Midorima like this, Takao was a little scared and didn't dare to speak easily.

The person in front of him could no longer be seen, and Midorima's body seemed to move by itself, slowly walking towards the thick door.

"Xiao Zhen, where are you going?"

Takao had a bad feeling.

Midorima didn't hear Takao's words, his ears, eyes, heart, and mind are all chaotic now, and there is no room for others.

Takao had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

When we got to the door, the sound of pouring rain was a bit deafening.

"I remember the first time I played against Seirin in the first year of high school. It was also such a heavy rain. Speaking of which, I got into a mess with you that day, Xiaozhen."

Takao said, laughing to himself.

Midorima glanced at Takao, the same location, the same weather, but different circumstances.

Midorima lifted his feet and left the shelter of the roof, walked into the heavy rain, raised his head, and let the rain wash his face.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the face, it was cold, especially when the salty water flowed over the edge of the red and swollen palm print, it hurt, it hurt so badly.

When the pain reached the back, Midorima's hand unconsciously touched the burning cheek, and then immediately put it down.

Does he hurt?How can it be?So what right do you have to feel pain?

With tears, the rain drenched from beginning to end.

Takao couldn't stand it anymore, and dragged Midorima back from the rain: "Are you crazy?"

"Let go!" Midorima shook off Takao's hand, "Stay away from me!"

"Midorima Shintaro, what are you doing here? It's already happened, do you think you can erase what you just did to Kuroko?"

Midorima gave up struggling and froze on the spot, and was dragged back indoors by Takao.

Takao shook his head in disapproval: "I don't know why you do this to Heizi..."

"It has nothing to do with you, Kazuari Takao!" Midorima was completely irritated, "It's not your turn to dictate my affairs, right?"

The current sunspot is the inverse scale that Midorima cannot touch.

Takao was about to say something, but saw Midorima glared at him fiercely, shook off his hand vigorously, and gestured to him: "Don't follow me!"

Takao froze in place after being yelled at, maybe he still wanted to follow up, but now he didn't dare at all.

Luma walked along the street all the way, where to go, I don't know?Just move forward.

The rain washed over his body, pouring from head to toe, icy cold to the bottom of his heart.

The rain hit the lens, and it was almost impossible to see anything in front of him. For him, the world became a blur, and nothing was real anymore.

"It would be great if all this was a dream."

Midorima prayed silently in his heart, but the pain on his face reminded him that all of this was an established fact. It was him, Midorima Shintaro, who had just defeated Kuroko Tetsuya with his own hands, and slandered him severely.

"Stop doing indifferent resistance."

"You are useless to the team now, aren't you, Heizi?"

"The effect of your misdirection is almost gone now, and you can't use the missing dribble. Considering that your physical condition is far inferior to that of others, Heizi, don't you think it would be more beneficial for your team to let someone else replace you? "

"So as a captain, considering the overall situation, don't you think you should take the initiative to replace you and replace yourself with someone whose physical fitness is far superior to yours in all aspects, then the score difference will not be so big."

Every word of these words came from his mouth, no one forced him, and he also deliberately picked the words that hurt him the most, he valued Seirin the most, so he personally Destroyed his meaning in the team, personally destroyed his dedication and pride in basketball, and his tenacity of never giving up.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Midorima raised his head and howled, the thumbnail of his right hand kept scratching his index finger, the pain was so painful that he wanted to knock off a piece of skin.

Tears blurred vision, and pain paid homage to reason.

Suddenly, Midorima knelt down on the ground, supported his precarious upper body with his elbows, beat the ground with his right hand, whimpered and said something intermittently, but he couldn't hear clearly after all.

The hand that beat the ground became more and more forceful. Usually, it was so protective of the baby, but now it slowly printed blood marks. After a while, the hand was torn and began to bleed.

"Sure enough, Heizi, it was the right choice for you to end up. Look, the final score has never been increased. If you were there..."

These are the last words he said to Heizi, without any sympathy, completely negated his efforts, made him useless, made him regret, made him hate his own powerlessness, made him sad, and even gave up basketball .

This kind of self is despicable, shameless, heartless and ungrateful.

Will he hate himself?I hate so much that I'm afraid that I won't see you in this life, right?

The thin weeping slowly turned into howling, how can I stop seeing him?

Midorima didn't know how he got up from the ground, but when he got up, his right hand was already covered with blood, every finger was covered with large and small cuts, and the palm of his hand was even torn open, like blood poured out. Mixed with the rain, the pain, how could it be possible to resist the pain in my heart?

"Go home, I, want, go home."

Suddenly, from the deepest part of his heart, there was a strong desire to go home. That place was his safe haven, and it was also a place where he could give everything for it.

That's why he hurt Heizi in such a cruel way.

Following the instinct of his body, he walked along the street to the subway station, took the familiar train, and got off at the designated place. During this period, people kept pointing at him, but he didn't care at all, just thinking about going quickly. Click home, hurry home.

Finally, he returned home, but stopped in front of the door.

It's not that I didn't bring the key, and it's not that there was no one at home, but I was suddenly scared. I was afraid that after seeing the people inside, I would find that everything was not worth it.

After standing there for a long time, the blood had already solidified, but the water kept dripping from his body, and after a while, a puddle formed.

Midorima trembled with his hands. He was numb from the cold, but his body still knew what to do. He dug in his pocket for a long time before he took out the key.

Insert the key into the lock, turn it, and open the door.

Sure enough, there was a burst of rice aroma.

Lvjian's father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, while his mother was busy in the kitchen, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she ran out quickly.

"Shintaro, you go back..."

Halfway through speaking, he saw his son who had lost his three souls and seven souls standing at the door, his whole body was wet.

"What's the matter?"

Midorima's mother cried out in anxiety.

His dad also put down the newspaper because of the noise.

"Why are you all wet? Didn't you bring an umbrella? Why don't you borrow it from someone else?" Lvma's mother said while taking a towel to wipe Lvma's face. When she picked up his bloody hands, her whole body shivered. He cried out, "Shintaro, you, you got into a fight with someone else, how did you get hurt like this?"

His body is hairy and skinned, his parents, Midorima's mother's eyes were red when she said that, she carefully wiped away the blood stains for him, and when she saw the big and small wounds on his hands, she couldn't help crying.

Luma's father was much calmer: "The game, lost?"

Green didn't answer.

Midorima's father shook his head in disapproval: "Shintaro, what did your mother and I tell you usually, even if you lose this time, there will be a next time, just try to come back, you must deal with it calmly, you must not I lost my self-restraint and pride."

"Okay, the children are already like this, so don't talk about it." Midorima's mother came out to smooth things over.

"No, if there is a first time, there will be a second time. Shintaro, your upbringing etiquette has always been excellent, but you can't lose your demeanor just because you lost a game."

"I didn't lose." After Lu Jian finished speaking, he broke away from his mother's hand, "If there is nothing else, I will go back to my room first."

Midorima felt uncomfortable all over, and wanted to sleep well.

"Wait a minute, go take a shower first."

Although Midorima's father didn't agree with his approach, he didn't object any more.

Lu Jian went back to the room, took the clothes and went into the bathroom. The couple looked at each other helplessly, and had no choice but to let their son go. He was hurt enough tonight, and he really couldn't say anything to blame.

Turning on the shower head, pouring warm water from the head, Midorima's whole body shivered, and the cold body that was still trembling just now slowly began to warm up.

After taking a shower, I silently turned off the tap, went back to my room, and went to sleep, like a robot doll, without any thoughts.

When he woke up the next day, Midorima found that his hands had been well wrapped, and he thought it was his mother who did it. Even if he was like that last night, they have always been the ones who love him the most.

"Dong dong dong—" someone knocked on the door, "Shintaro, I'm Uesugi-sensei, are you up yet? It's time to learn the piano."

Uesugi will come to teach Midorima to play the violin every Sunday. She is a very gentle and strict teacher, and Midorima respects her very much.

Midorima opened the door, and Uesugi looked at the wound on his hand: "Can you play the violin today?"

Midorima looked at his hands: "I can."

Taking out the violin on the desk, as soon as he held it, his fingers felt a prickly pain, and Midorima frowned.

Uesugi also frowned: "I think it's better not to practice today, Shintaro, you're not in shape..."

"No, I want to practice."

Before Uesugi could finish his words, Midorima snatched him away.

However, his fingers were all scratched, and if he played the violin forcefully, it would inevitably affect the wound, and some of the wounds that had not healed well showed signs of cracking again.

Uesugi grabbed Midorima's hand: "Don't be brave."

"Teacher, I..."

The teacher seemed particularly worried: "Shintaro, you should know what your parents and I expect of you, and you must not let us down."

"Ah, I won't let you down."

Midorima put down the violin, dropped her hands to her sides, raised her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

"So, I can only let him down."