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

The entire floor of the VIP box was booked by Masashi to entertain the company's high-level personnel. Seijuro walked around and chatted with them politely for a while, and when his eyes touched Kanai, he properly concealed the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps influenced by Kaoru, Seijuro has no affection for this lady, even though she often visits during festivals and gives him some valuable gifts.He had to admit that Jin Jing knew his hobbies and tastes very well, which made him hate her even more.

He gradually discovered that Jinjing was purposely contacting himself and his father. Anyone with a little understanding of the world could see that her eyes were only aimed at the vacant position of Akashi's mistress.

When Masashi talks to Kanai, the people around them will consciously push aside, intentionally or unconsciously creating a good atmosphere for the two of them.Seijuro couldn't get used to this, and even hated it to the bone.Even if Masashi didn't show a little affection for her with every gesture.

Amidst the slight exclamations of the people, Seijuro raised his head sensitively, staring at the old woman with a somewhat surprised face—his grandmother, Akashi Nanami.

Instead of the unchanging furisode kimono, she looked imposing in a western-style suit. Even in her old age, she had a powerful aura comparable to Masashi, as if she was the one behind the scenes manipulating the overall situation.

Akashi Nanami is like a relative who has only met a few times with Seijuro, and Gu Ran respectfully keeps her at a distance.She even visited from the future once after Xun Li's death.He stared coldly at Jinjing and walked towards her with a smile, greeting her intimately.

"I heard that our company's successful bidding last month was all thanks to you. Thank you for your hard work." Only when faced with a candidate who satisfied him, Akashi Nanami's face softened a little.

"Where, this is what I should do."

"Come and sit at home when you have time." She changed the subject, "Yashi also needs your help."

Seijuro pricked up his ears in vain, seemingly calm, but there was already an uproar in his heart.Masashi frowned slightly, and stood aside without saying anything.

Akashi Nanami's words were too explicit, and Kanai's meaningful smile made him sick even more.They talked about these personal issues openly, no doubt in order to show the outside world this unusual relationship.

Their attitude of completely disregarding Kaori's death really angered Seijuro.He stood up with a "wow--" and was caught by Masashi when he walked out the door.

"Where are you going?"

Seijuro took a deep breath, he would never panic in front of his father.Good parenting doesn't allow him to impulsively reveal his "I want to go home" desire, even when he's in a bad mood.

"Toilet."

"You haven't said hello to grandma yet." He raised his eyebrows calmly, and there was a vague threat in his words.

"..."

Seijuro replied to Masashi with silence, but chose to compromise with behavior.He mechanically took steps towards Akashi Nanami, facing her burning gaze, bowed his noble head respectfully.

Akashi Nanami sized him up without any trace, and nodded with satisfaction.It seems to be gratified for the excellence of this future heir.

"Seijuro, you've grown up."

"Yes." Always remember to answer the words of the elders.

"Yashi educated you very well."

"...It's my father who taught me well." He almost roared in his heart, unable to imagine himself admitting a big lie.

wrong!It was his mother who created Akashi Seijuro standing in front of their eyes!

If the small laughter of the women was like bees stinging his ears, but now it turned into a huge wave pouring down, almost drowning his reason.

The music feast presented by the Philharmonic Orchestra made people intoxicated. The concert hall was well lit and the applause was thunderous, but it lacked warmth.The suffocating cold air made him miss his bed.

Since Xunli passed away, he rarely felt so restless and restless.

Before the orchestra finished playing, Seijuro quietly left the stage—anyway, no one would notice his existence, and in their eyes he was just a child with not fully grown hair.

The considerate butler Zhichuan didn't ask him why, but only knew that the young master was in a low mood, so he drove him home specially.

Seijuro took off his blazer and stepped into the car with a sense of relief.He fell weakly on the soft back seat, rolled down the window to leave a gap, and the cool evening wind stirred up the hair on his forehead, and gently wiped away the pungent perfume and high-end cosmetic smell left by the women on him.

Once he was free, his thoughts turned back to running around uncontrollably, looking for memories in the inconspicuous corners of his mind.

When Xunli left, Yashi hadn't had time to destroy her belongings.The desire to see her was so strong that Seijuro would hide in her dressing room at night.Opening the closet, she pressed her face tightly against the fabric of Xunli's clothes, filled with her scent.

He felt a little embarrassed at first, but he couldn't control his weird behavior.Seijuro dared not draw attention from others. He didn't need additional psychological counseling, as his mental strength was strong enough.

He would count her clothes, her perfume, and even twist a strand of hair stuck to her coat.Her remains accompany Seijuro through this most difficult time.

Masashi noticed his increasingly nervous behavior, and immediately told the servants to throw away the items related to the mistress.With no room for compromise, Seijuro was given an ultimatum.

Masashi, who has never enjoyed the nourishment of fatherly love and motherly love, of course does not understand that children are different from adults, and parents are the whole world in their eyes.

after that……

Seijuro didn't stop there.

Seijuro, who was entangled with the truth day and night, often had nightmares for a while, and when he woke up with tears all over his face, he choked up alone in the dark and stagnant bedroom, regretting that he didn't continue the dream, so that he could see Xun Li more up.

At that time, he would often sneak into Xunli's bedroom when there was no one at home. Even though everything related to her had been emptied, he still liked to lie on the big bed and stare at the ceiling in a daze, lying at the same angle as her, breathing the same breath. Air, looking at the same scenery.

Xun Li once taught him (I can't remember the number of lessons she gave him), that the self who firmly believes in a certain belief will never be defeated.

He once firmly believed in the fact that Xun Li would return home suddenly.

He was exhausted from countless prayers.On an ordinary night in junior high school, Seijuro, who realized his long-standing stupid behavior, suddenly woke up.

The mother comforted herself all the time.

Whether it was "I'll always find you" or "Don't give up," she made up beautiful lies just to make him feel better.

**

Seijuro puts the focus of his life on the basketball club and his studies. Not long after he entered the first army, he was highly regarded by the captain Hongcun and the coach, and quickly became the second in command of the team.

At first, I could hear a lot of objections, mostly from seniors.But Seijuro's superb skills and decent attitude left them speechless.Several first-year students who entered the main force at the same time practiced under Seijuro's arrangement without complaint.

According to Aomine, this guy Akashi can see through everything that is happening around him, and he has no shortcomings to complain about.He is a qualified vice-captain.

Seijuro originally regarded playing basketball as a way to relieve stress, and unconsciously fell in love with the sense of freedom of chasing and running on the court and controlling the situation of the audience.Coupled with a group of strong but simple partners around him, he loves basketball almost as much as shogi and equestrian.

Over time, he regarded the basketball team as his place of belonging.It seems that as long as he touches the basketball with both hands, it makes him feel closer to his mother.

……

Diguang Middle School successfully won the championship of the National Middle School League. The whole team, whether they are the main players or the bench substitutes, made an appointment to celebrate the victory at a barbecue restaurant.

"cheers!!"

"Thank you very much for your contribution to the Diguang Basketball Club. On behalf of——"

The glasses filled with orange juice made a crisp sound when they collided. The teenagers with big stomachs who couldn't resist the smell of barbecue hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to pick up the meat, and you competed with each other on the dining table to stage a food battle.No one bothered to listen to Hongcun's speech.

"Hey, are you listening?"

Hongcun looked at the group of juniors in front of him with a headache, slandering in his heart why the second grader had to sit at the same table with these youngsters who didn't know how to respect their elders.

"It's so hot!" Qingfeng stuffed his mouth full of meat, his face flushed red.

Momoi rolled his eyes, and handed him the orange juice.

Ziyuan slowly dipped some sauce on the sliced ​​meat, and chewed slowly.In fact, the slices of meat in his bowl had piled up into hills, and no one had the courage to snatch food from his bowl.

Midorima and Akashi, who were excluded from foodies, were reduced to barbecue staff, mastering the heat well.Midorima patted Aomine's greasy paw away with chopsticks.

"It's not baked yet, please be patient." He pushed down the frame of his glasses, and the rising heat made the lenses covered with a layer of white mist.

Seijuro turned over the slices of meat intently, he had no enthusiasm for eating.

"Hey, I didn't expect Akashi to be very good at this~" Nijimura, who had nothing to do, patted him on the shoulder and joked.

"Yeah." Xun Li often moved the stove to the courtyard for barbecue, and Seijuro was in charge of it.

"Akashi-kun is the Almighty God of our grade~" Momoi waved his hand, affirming that there is nothing Seijuro cannot achieve.

The person concerned just smiled and accepted her compliment indifferently.He is neither ostentatious nor low-key, sometimes introverted but at the right time he will show his sharpness and master it just right.

Everyone chatted and laughed happily at the dinner table, from the football game that just ended to academic matters, and then interesting things that happened at home.

When Ziyuan stretched out five fingers expressively to indicate that there are five children in the family, the whole audience was in chaos.

"Three, three older brothers and one older sister?" The corner of Hongcun's mouth twitched, unable to imagine the average height of Ziyuan's family.No wonder he has always behaved like an innocent and immature child, forming a terrible contrast with his appearance.

"The habit of eating snacks anytime and anywhere must have been developed by the family!" Momoi criticized righteously.

"Don't say that, Taozi girl~" The soft voice rose slightly. "Our family eats a lot."

"The weight of Ziyuan X6... Oh my God, I can't even imagine it!" Even Qingfeng felt unbearable after thinking about it.

"Where's the green room?" Hongcun asked lovingly (?) towards the green-haired boy.

"There is a younger sister in the family."

"Hey~" Everyone sighed, and images of pink children appeared in their minds.It's just that as an older brother, Midorima always puts on a poker face, which is too displeasing to my sister~

Then they cast their eyes on Seijuro in unison, and he said "I am the only son" perfunctorily.The companions knew more or less about his special family background, and did not ask any further questions.

Gazing at this joyful scene, Seijuro couldn't help but laugh.The friends in the basketball team who often joked with each other were like family members, bringing color and vitality to him.

He couldn't wait to tell his mother in heaven that he had finally found a "comrade-in-arms" who chased dreams and shared victory side by side.