[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

The little red-haired boy withdrew his expression, frowned and carefully examined the immature face reflected in the mirror, his red pupils shrank suddenly, unreservedly revealing the disbelief in his eyes.

The warm, parched air seemed to freeze, and time no longer moved forward...but backward.

……

Seijuro wanted to pinch himself to see if he was in a dream, or real.If he remembered correctly, he was in the Luoshan Basketball Club half an hour ago supervising the daily practice of ordinary members, and after the end he wanted to go back to the bathroom in the locker room to wash off his sticky sweat.

The moment he took off his team uniform, his eyes were filled with darkness that lasted for a few seconds.Until Seijuro reacted, he had already changed into this childhood appearance and stood in front of the mirror.According to his estimation, the current self has just entered elementary school.

Akashi Seijuro, whose biological age is seven years old, is in the second grade of elementary school.

The mental age is 16 years old, and he is in the first grade of Luoshan University.

Seijuro took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

He looked around, and the familiar scenes and the deep memories of his childhood all flooded into his mind... There were also some memory fragments that he forced himself to forget and were pressed deep in his heart.

He was in a trance for a while.If this appearance is seen by the team members, they will definitely burst into laughter-calm, stern, indifferent, self-disciplined, and even the occasional crazy and paranoid captain Akashi Seijuro disappeared?In its place was this little furry boy who was no taller than their thighs.

Seijuro wasn't in the mood to think about it.He looked at it for a moment, and sensitively found that the color of the left eye was scorching red as he expected, replacing the original eye-catching gold.It made him feel uncomfortable, like a certain personality had been hollowed out of him, empty and subtle.

"Heh..." He twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner. This deep expression, combined with the body of the oil drum, looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

When he returned to elementary school, he had already entered the countdown to his mother's death.

"Still alive?" he asked himself in a declarative tone.

The woman he called "Mother", the most beloved and cared living body in the world, was also the sinner who hurt him the most, leaving an unhealed wound in his heart.

An inexplicable feeling of excitement and tension arose in my brain, and every cell in my body was clamoring "I want to see her, I want to see her!" This is an emotional fluctuation that Seijuro has hardly experienced since junior high school.

Anxious to ask if I can see her again, where is she, what is she doing, what is she like now (in order to force himself to forget her, Seijuro has a very vague impression of her), is this reality or self-made A ridiculous dream?

Seijuro caught sight of the glass on the table, grabbed it in his hand, and deliberately loosened his fingers so that it fell from his palm.The shards of glass splashed everywhere, but with a calm face, he didn't seem to care whether the shards would scratch him.Anyway, this body does not belong to him who is mentally 16 years old.

The fragments have not healed, and even the crisp cracking sound can be heard clearly.But this didn't satisfy Seijuro, he simply picked up a small fragment and made a small cut on his fingertips, and the tingling/numbing pain immediately spread to his limbs.

Not a dream.

He did return to his childhood by some kind of opportunity and unknown power.He still remembered that this was his childhood room, and even the furnishings were consistent with what he remembered—the shogi box in the corner of the desk, the fox mask on top of the bookshelf, and the neatly arranged books...

Just as Seijuro was about to walk towards the door of the room, the poor door was knocked open by a figure——

"Xiaozheng!! What's the matter? Is the glass broken? Is it hurt? Ah, your hand is bleeding!"

He was dizzy from the soprano voice, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise his head high.

"Unbelievable, this really is..."

The only one who would be so nervous about herself is my mother.

The brown-haired woman knelt down, took his little hand and stroked the bleeding wound painfully.The hair brushed against his cheek, and the warm breath mixed with the smell of lavender perfume came to his face.

——This is the long-lost taste of mother.

If Seijuro hadn't been an unreasonably self-controlled person, he would have jumped straight into his mother's arms to seek warmth.

But now he is no longer the weak and helpless worm who can only rely on his mother in the past.

"I'm fine." A few stiff syllables came out of his throat, and his voice was lower than before, as if trying to restrain something.

Xunli kept blowing on the wound, thinking that this would make the pain fly away. "Wait a minute, I'll go find a Band-Aid."

Seijuro grabbed her sleeve reflexively, he froze for a moment, staring at the hand that was holding on tightly in astonishment.

Has IQ been lowered due to biological age?

"I will go with you."

Xun Li nodded, and glanced at him suspiciously, as if aware of something wrong with him.But she didn't say anything, and took his little hand downstairs as usual.

This body is used to being in close contact with his mother, but the 16-year-old Seijuro in the inner core is very embarrassed, and he is neither holding nor holding hands.This feeling of being overwhelmed is like a poor person who has nothing on the streets and suddenly has a fortune from the sky and doesn't know how to react.

Xun Li put a waterproof bandage on his injured index finger, and patted his hairy red-haired head.

"Let's go in half an hour!"

"...Huh?" He didn't recover.

"Didn't Xiaozheng agree to go skating? Don't be afraid, skating is very interesting." Xunli mistakenly thought that Seijuro, who was first exposed to the ice rink, was worried.

"No, no."

On the surface, Seijuro is calm and unhurried, but in fact, there are countless Daikon-kun roaring past in his heart.

"Calm down, I want to calm down, I must never say that I came back from time travel nine years later!"

He really didn't want to hurt Xun Li, not to mention that it was difficult for her to understand this complicated time travel problem with her brain capacity.

"This is a rare opportunity! Normally Masashi would not allow me to take you out to play." She muttered softly.

"Ah."

"Let's have a date between mother and child~"

"it is good."

"Xiao Zheng, you don't talk much today." Xun Li stopped packing the medicine box, and looked him suspiciously. "The corners of the mouth are raised less than usual."

"..."

Can you notice this detail? ?Xunli is indeed a real child control!

Looking at Xunli's lively and busy back, Seijuro suddenly felt very lucky.Even just gazing at his mother, whom he hasn't seen in six years, made him very satisfied.

But now his world no longer revolves around his mother, and the center of the world is himself—will Xunli still love the 16-year-old Akashi Seijuro deeply?

He rubbed his temples with a headache, a kid with a lot of free time was trouble, and when there was a break, he would start thinking wildly.

Shouldn't he take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

**

During public holidays, parents like to take their children to the skating rink to spend time, and there are pairs of young people everywhere.Fortunately, Xunli and the others came early, the ice rink had only opened for 10 minutes, and the ice surface was very smooth.

"Knee pads must be put on the knees and elbows, so that it won't hurt when you fall. There is also a helmet with a smaller size..."

Seijuro missed his mother's chattering skills, and couldn't imagine how he endured it back then... Well, he was very impatient in his teenage years, but he still listened to her nagging patiently.

"I'm ready." He put on the skates awkwardly, the coordination and agility of the toddler's body making him difficult to control.

The mother and son in full armor stepped into the ice rink, Kaoru circled the field familiarly, and grabbed Seijuro who was still in a daze after returning to the starting point.

"I'll hold your hand, and you try to slide forward."

Seijuro naturally didn't know how to skate, but in order to pretend to avoid Kaori's suspicion, he firmly grasped her two hands and walked slowly.

After practicing for about 10 minutes, he has basically mastered his balance and can slide freely on the ice.

"Learning really fast!" Xun Li praised, "As expected of Xiao Zheng."

Of course, Seijuro thinks he can do anything, even though it's not his preferred sport - and he's always working toward that goal.

Seijuro deliberately turned his head to avoid Kaori's hand reaching for his head, and the latter didn't notice his small movements.

He turned his back and sighed secretly.Sure enough, he still couldn't get used to the warm touch from the other palm.He was greedy for the breath on her body, but he didn't dare to get too close.

Why exactly?

The temperature in the ice rink continued to be below zero, and Xun Li unwittingly tore off the scarf and wrapped it around Seijuro's neck a few times, wrapping him into a small rice dumpling.He didn't try to evade it, but struggled a little when her fingertips touched his bare skin.

Seijuro tensed his body, carefully scrutinizing her facial expression from the corner of his eye, for fear that he would be disgusted by Xunli if he made a wrong step and revealed his identity.

"That's childish behavior."

In fact, Seijuro has long forgotten the way he got along with his mother when he was a child. After all, the once gentle self has long since sunk into the depths of the sea, self-enclosed at the bottom of the dark world.Since then, his closed heart has never been revealed to anyone, not even the teammates who have been or are struggling on the court together.

"What's the matter?" Xun Li tugged at his soft cheeks, "Xiao Zheng... feels different today."

"No." Seijuro, who was molested, was a little flustered, and he simply spit out a short answer with an unquestionable tone.

Xun Li was shocked, "Huh? Could it be that after going to elementary school, he entered the rebellious period..."

You're overthinking, really.

Seijuro barely slid a few laps, then shrank in the corner, like a hibernating cold-blooded animal, motionless.In his opinion, there is no sport more interesting than basketball, which is extremely variable.

He looked at Xun Li who was sliding towards him to ask, and a perfect excuse appeared in his mind.

"Mom, I'm hungry." He made an innocent expression cooperatively.

"That's right, it's time for lunch." She looked at her watch, "What would Xiao Zheng want to eat?"

He thought for a while, "Soup tofu."

"..." It is true that like father, like son.

Usually the initiative for lunch is in Xunli's hands. Even if she asks Seijuro, the other party will only reply obediently, "Mom decides."

She was extremely troubled.

I made a mistake... As expected, the child has grown up and his wings have stiffened, and he has started to have his own ideas.

The two left the skating rink with their own ideas. Xun Li called a taxi and fluently reported the name of the time-honored soup tofu shop that the family had visited no less than ten times.

Seijuro finally had a gap to calm down, he leaned back and pretended to close his eyes to rest his mind so that Xunli would not have a chance to disturb him.

His thoughts were chaotic, and he couldn't calm down with the two turbulent breaths in his body.

The current Seijuro is by no means the one Kaoru is familiar with, he has lost his judgment, and he doesn't know what attitude he should use to face the most meaningful life form in his short life to him.

Wanting to escape, want to get rid of, it is obviously something that has disappeared but still affects his spiritual world, but he just can't turn a blind eye to his mother and face him coldly.This sense of powerlessness made Seijuro feel as fragile as an ant that would die if he pinched it.

"Boom."

A slight sound interrupted his thoughts, and at the same time a heavy weight pressed on his thin shoulders.

Being disturbed, Seijuro suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and opened his eyes, he couldn't help but find that Xunli rested his head on his shoulders which couldn't bear much weight, and the cheeky mother winked at him.

"Lend on your shoulder."

What a solid excuse.

Seijuro was under a lot of pressure in an instant, and he clearly heard a tense string in his brain break.

Hey, it's a foul for a mother to act like a baby to her son!