[Kuroko's Basketball Blue Black ALL Black] Live

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Hei Zizhe didn't expect that he would encounter such a dangerous situation when he went home alone for the first time.

He was passing an ordinary alley, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of the situation inside: several high school students who were about his age were fighting fiercely.He wasn't afraid to cause trouble, so he stood on the spot and observed carefully, and found that one of them was wearing the same school uniform as him, and of course, it was the one who was beaten the worst.Only then did Hei Zizhe realize that this group of people seemed to be beating him alone.

He hesitated whether to draw his sword to help. After all, if the fight continues with this posture, the young man will probably suffer serious injuries, but he has never been able to fight, and he will only be beaten along with him.He thought, if only he wasn't alone today.

This is the first time Kuroko Tetsuya has walked home by himself after school since he was in high school for more than a year.

May in Tokyo is dry and bright, and he can enjoy this comfort thanks to the fact that Midorima Shintaro suddenly caught a bad cold and couldn't come to school, otherwise he would definitely carry himself into Akashi Seijuro just after school In the arranged car, even if he asks to walk, he will never leave.

This is Shintaro Midorima's job, to take care of Tetsuya Kuroko all the time.

"My grandfather assisted Akashi-kun's grandfather, and my father assisted Akashi-kun's father, so I should assist Akashi-kun, but Akashi-kun said I was too young, so let me help you first." Four and a half years old Midorima Shintaro said the same to four-year-old Kuroko Tetsu.

"Oh..." He only remembered that he nodded at that time, and then asked, "Zhenjun, what is 'assistant'?"

Midorima Shintaro thought about it seriously: "It probably means to play together."

Then he "assisted" Kuroko Tetsuya for 12 years, even though his surname was not Akashi.

Kuroko Tetsuya and Akashi Seijuro are half-brothers. His mother was taken in by his father five years after Akashi Seijuro's mother died of illness. There was no wedding and no banquet, just like there were more in the family As ordinary as a servant.Her identity is not as noble as Akashi Seijuro's biological mother. In order to show his condolences to his deceased wife, his father neither allowed her to change her surname nor let her child be named Akashi.

My father is always very busy at work and is away from home all day, and my mother turns a blind eye to him who has not brought him any "rewards" except for stretch marks. The best thing for him at home is his elder brother who is ten years older than him Akashi Seijuro, and later Midorima Shintaro.

When Kuroko Tetsuya was 13 years old, their father died together in a car accident. Since then, Akashi Seijuro has become the head of the Akashi family. People even bowed their heads and didn't see them.

He has always been in the same class as him, they go to and from school together, and live together, but today is different, only Kuroko Tetsuya is alone on the road, and he has encountered a difficult situation that he has never encountered before.He knew that his family's business was not necessarily so clean, otherwise Akashi Seijuro wouldn't have hired so many bodyguards to follow him.But he also protected him too well. He hadn't seen those unclean things since he was eight years old. This kind of violent fight was the first time for him.

Seeing that the young man had gradually lost the strength to fight back, blood was oozing from the corners of his lips and nose, Hei Zizhe didn't hesitate any longer, he took out his mobile phone, and quickly entered the short number - no one stipulated The underworld can't ask the police for help.

Just as his fingers were about to press the dial key, a broken baseball bat was thrown at his feet, and the broken wood splattered on his cheek.

"What are you looking at? Get lost."

He has stood here for too long, and his weak sense of existence can no longer be of much help.

"Don't you feel ashamed when so many of you hit him?"

In retrospect, Hei Zizhe didn't know where he got the courage to provoke a group of male high school students who were carrying sticks and were beating fiercely.He just remembered that he was quite angry, and he couldn't tell whether the anger came from the boy who was beaten so badly, or from the fact that they threw a baseball bat at him to show off their power.Of course, it may be a combination of the two, after all, his temper is not good at all, whether it is the former or the latter, it can be the flame that ignites his raging anger.

"If you don't like it, come here and beat him up." They laughed unscrupulously, the laughter was particularly harsh, "Qingfeng, you got lucky today, there is a little white face rushing to stick to you."

The teenager who was blocked by the wall seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed down first.So he didn't say anything, and kicked the person who spoke directly in the stomach.

Hei Zizhe was even more furious. When has he grown so big, when has he been humiliated and mocked like this?He threw the bag in his hand aside, squatted down to pick up the broken baseball bat, and slammed it hard on the wall, leaving half of it with the handle.He raised it and pointed it at them with the side full of sharp stubbles. Now he no longer hesitates, he will be beaten as soon as he is beaten, can he still be beaten to death by them today?

But someone stopped in front of him even faster. These men in black suits are obviously well-trained. It can be seen from their very impressive figure and quick reaction ability. Hei Zizhe was also stunned. He didn't expect that someone would follow him secretly. No wonder he agreed so readily when he told the driver that he wanted to walk home alone.

"What instructions do you have?" The leading man bent down and asked him for instructions.

Now he was a little at a loss. If they were to fight with those high school students, they would have to pay a lot of medical expenses, and the other party was a minor after all, and his family members might even be interrogated Trouble.

"Drive them away." Hei Zizhe also ordered.

For the men in black suits, cooking the group of high school students is not even a warm-up exercise. They can pick up one with one hand and throw it out of the alley. Not in vain.

They dealt with it quite quickly. Even if someone wanted to resist, they couldn't resist their specially trained strength and fighting skills, and still couldn't escape the end of being thrown out.

Hei Zizhe also looked at his watch, the process took no more than 2 minutes.

The men stood neatly in front of him, lowered their heads modestly, and waited for his next command.

"Send him to the hospital, he may need to be bandaged." Hei Zizhe also looked at the young man in the alley, and now he had a chance to take a closer look at him.

The boy was quite tall, and the sleeves of his uniform were rolled up at will, revealing his forearm with clear and beautiful muscles.His skin was tanned, his indigo hair stood up like steel needles, and bruises and scars couldn't hide his handsome face and the tough breath between his brows.

He seems to have regained some strength, at least he has stood still, and his back is straight. From a distance, his lean and thin figure looks like a black panther that has only been injured.

"Small injury, no need." He nonchalantly wiped away the blood on his chin and lips with his uniform sleeve, but his nasal cavity still had some bleeding, and the light-colored fabric had already been dyed bright red.

Hei Zizhe also signaled the men to wait for him where he was, and walked forward by himself.

The high level of vigilance has become an instinct, which made the boy look at him warily, but when he saw him take out a squarely folded clean handkerchief from the breast pocket of his uniform and hand it to him, the boy couldn't help being stunned. I was taken aback.

He lowered his head and looked at his water-blue eyes and hair, his delicate fair face, and a small piece of slender wrist slightly exposed from the cuff of his uniform when he reached out to hand him a handkerchief.

He took the handkerchief, then bent down, carefully looking at the school badge on his chest.

2nd year Group A, Kuroko Tetsuya.

The name was engraved on it.

"I'm Qingfeng Daihui." He accidentally pulled the corner of his damaged mouth when he spoke, but he still suppressed the pain, "Thank you today, I owe you a favor."