[Kuroko's Basketball Blue Black ALL Black] Live

(four)

"Don't worry, Mr. Lujian. It's just a physical education class. I'll be fine on my own." Hei Zizhe also comforted his uneasy friend.

He knows that Midorima Shintaro's work is completely self-centered, but that doesn't mean Midorima Shintaro shouldn't have his own life.Even though he was in school to protect him from harm, he had to be a good student, which he was, and he did it quite well.

"I am helping to correct homework in the math teacher's office. If you need it, you can find me there."

They are separated by lockers.

Kuroko Tetsuya's physical fitness and sports talent can only be regarded as average, but he still enjoys sports, at least the open pores and sweat that flow from running can make him feel comfortable physically and mentally.But summer is coming, and the singing of cicadas always matches the scorching sun. He only ran less than half of his usual distance, and he began to feel dizzy and weak.

It was a subtle feeling. The soles of his feet seemed to be no longer plastic tracks, but clumps of soft cotton. Every step he took became weak. He wanted to run hard, but gradually he couldn't move.

Midorima Shintaro shouldn't be rejected before, if he was here, if he really fell down here, at least he would find out at the first time, and then take care of himself.

He doesn't seem like a very caring person, but the opposite is true, even if caring is his job.

He did a very good job. For example, a light sleeper like myself would rarely be awakened by any noise when he came to visit at night, but he would find that he was meticulously tucked in when he woke up the next day.

He thought that he seemed to be a fish in a dry place, trying in vain to absorb a trace of water vapor in the dry air to replenish his nearly overdrawn physical strength.

A second before he was on the verge of losing consciousness, he felt his body suddenly become lighter, and his feet left the ground at this moment, but he still felt a sense of solidity—he was being held by someone, away from the scorching sun that made his skin itchy.

"..." He forcefully opened his eyes, "Mr. Qingfeng?"

"You're suffering from heat stroke, don't talk yet, I'll take you to the health room." Seen from him, Aomine Daiki has a very nice jaw line, as clean as if it had been cut with a sharp knife.

Heizi Tetsuya's head fell on his chest, the faint aroma of saponins filled his nasal cavity, and his steady heartbeat, the sound was not loud, but it vibrated his tympanic membrane rhythmically.

In this season of every year, there are quite a few students with symptoms of heat stroke. The health doctor has long been familiar with this, and skillfully wiped his skin and added salt water. Soon, he felt much better.

Lying on the bed, he looked up at Aomine Daiki who was standing beside him. This was actually the fourth time they met.

"Thank you, Qingfeng-kun." Hei Zizhe had the strength to smile at him, "The last time we met was a month ago."

It was Aomine Daiki who invited him to a meal in order to thank him for saving him from the siege.

That meal was not easy to come by, since it was not on campus after all, Midorima Shintaro was naturally worried that he would go out alone with someone who didn't know anything about it, and after some negotiation, Hei Zizhe also agreed to let those bodyguards follow them from afar, pretending to be casual, But don't show up.

It is conceivable how uncomfortable this meal was, and Hei Zizhe was always worried that they would be spotted by the keen Aomine Daiki who were sitting behind him.Although they had appeared in front of him once before, Hei Zizhe also thought that the situation this time was different after all. Since he wanted to get along with him further as friends, he had to express the most basic trust.

But since that time, they haven't had face-to-face contact like this.Although the second-grade classrooms are located on the same floor of the teaching building, they are located at the two ends of the corridor. Hei Zizhe would occasionally see him from a distance, and he might pass him by in a hurry, but he never called him again. Face to face, so, this is their fourth meeting.

"Why did Aomine-kun appear on the playground? Is it also during this time period for physical education class? But I don't seem to have seen you in class before."

Aomine Daiki scratched his head embarrassingly: "No, I made an appointment with my friend to skip class in the afternoon to play video games, but when I passed the playground, I saw that you were about to faint."

"Did Master Qingfeng delay the invitation for me?" Hei Zizhe also had some indescribably complicated emotions hidden in his heart. He didn't know where the faint expectations and hesitation came from, but when he realized, they did already exist. up.

He added another sentence: "Mr. Qingfeng is leaving?"

He actually didn't want Aomine Daiki to leave here.

"It's okay, I've already told them not to go." He reached out and touched the tip of his nose, but he didn't dare to look in Heizi Tetsuya's direction.

He remembered when he texted those bastards and they gossiped about which hot girl he was going to spend time with.

Just kidding, when has he been with Zhengmei?Besides, how can Zhengmei compare to Heizi Tetsuya?

Aomine Daiki never thought that he would be tempted by a young man. He always thought it was a temporary obsession, and he repeatedly restrained his desire to pretend to pass by Group A and then glance in, but this forcefully constructed But rationality collapsed when he saw Hei Zi Tetsuya's precarious figure.

The moment he hugged him, Qingfeng Dahui thought, forget it, why bother himself, and frankly admitted in his heart that he likes him, so what?

"I'm here with you." He hesitated to sit on the chair by the bed, but that seemed too close.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, but Hei Zizhe always felt that the saponin smell on the tip of his nose was lingering, and even overwhelmed it.

The figure of Qingfeng Dahui stood in front of him, he didn't want to look away, but he wanted to imprint this figure in his mind.

He always seems to appear at the same time as the sun, imprinting his shadow, imprinting light.