[Kuroko's Basketball Blue Black ALL Black] Live

(six)

A few days ago, Tokyo had a rare first snowfall at the end of November, and the temperature also dropped sharply. Cold air would always penetrate into the nasal cavity when inhaling, and then be exhaled as warm white air.

The locomotive is also easier to stall.

"I'll increase the accelerator a little bit, and let the car warm up for another two to three minutes." Aomine Daiki handed the helmet to Heizi Tetsuya, "You put it on first."

While adjusting the tightness of the buckle, Hei Zizhe also instructed: "Try to be as fast as possible, Qingfeng-kun. Although I got rid of them for the time being, they will find them soon."

"You mean Yamamoto and the others?" Aomine Daiki noticed that Kuroko Tetsuya's bodyguards were gone.

"Yes, if they see me being carried by Aomine-kun on a scooter, I will probably be read by my brother and Midorima-kun again after returning home."

"Your elder brother is as talkative to you as Midorima is to you?" Aomine Daiki imagined the scene of two Midorima Shintarou chattering to Kuroko Tetsuya, and couldn't help but shudder—it was really scary.

"He will let me reflect on myself more often." Hei Zizhe also thought for a while, "If he finds out this time, I will first reflect on myself in the study, and then admit my mistake to him: I should not take a dangerous car. Means of transportation. Listen to him give me ideological education of variable length, the length depends on how busy he is at work."

"Then get up quickly." Qingfeng Dahui warmed up the motorcycle and hurriedly urged him, "I'll take you for a few laps, and then decide where to go."

Hei Zizhe also nimbly jumped onto the seat behind him. Although he had never ridden on a motorcycle, he had already imagined this scene countless times.

The picture of him taking off the shackles and flying with his wings.

The winter is not yet here, but on the high-speed locomotive, the cold wind whizzes past his ears, scraping the back of his bare hands sorely, and he enjoys the stinging pain, enjoys these few minutes stealing Come joy and freedom.

His arms wrapped tightly around Aomine Daiki's waist from behind, even with a thick coat in between, he could still feel the muscular and muscular outline, which made him suddenly envious of Aomine Daiki.

"Can you be faster! Qingfeng-kun!" His voice was blown away by the wind.

Aomine Daiki showed a pleasant smile, he thought, now he probably no longer looks like a vigilant panther, but just a lazy big cat, because he has been tamed gently by the hunter.

"Okay."

He is so good, so good that I want to give him everything.

Along with the soaring speed of the car, there was also the constant secretion of adrenaline, which made his breathing quicken, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his pupils also dilated.Not only does he want to give it all to him, but he wants to tell him now.

"Zhe." He was suddenly worried that Hei Zizhe might not hear clearly.

"Are you calling me, Aomine-kun?" Even though the wind almost overwhelmed everything, he caught Aomine Daiki's voice.

Aomine Daihui became a little nervous: "Can you hear me clearly?"

"The wind is too loud, so there are some difficulties." Hei Zizhe also increased his voice and added, "Mr. Qingfeng can speak a little louder!"

"Zhe!" Qingfeng Dahui took a deep breath, and confessed to him with all his strength, "Go out with me!"

His mind was left blank, but his arms uncontrollably wrapped Aomine Daiki's waist tighter.

Qingfeng Dahui laughed wantonly, he took his left hand off the motorcycle, and stroked Heizi Tetsuya's hands around his waist. His hands are so big that they can be wrapped together, so that the howling winter wind will no longer cut him Cold hands.

If possible, he would like to die with him.

"it is good."