[Black Basket] Masked Doll

"Dong dong..." Because Yangquan High School is a missionary college, when the school was established, it had more funds than private high schools at the same time.Even now, the school seems to be larger than other private high schools.It is true that Yangquan High School was a serious church college when it first started, but as time went by, because of more liberal beliefs and a decline in the number of students year by year, Yangquan today is nothing more than a private high school with ostentation.The scale of Yangquan is not small but the number of students is not too many. Even so, the basketball court in Yangquan is rarely really empty.

"Excuse me. Sure enough, there is no one... the ice room?" The teenager who was slightly above the average high school pushed open the gate of the Yangquan basketball court early on Saturday morning.The boy with a hanging eye did not expect that the basketball court was already occupied so early.

"Good morning, Fukui-kun." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Himuro stopped dribbling and looked back.After seeing his team's vice-captain, Himuro picked up the basketball, turned around and waved to Fukui Kensuke with a smile.

"It's so early in the ice room." After Fukui waved lightly to the ice room, he walked to the dressing room and exchanged greetings with the ice room.

"WinterCup is about to start soon, and I still feel that I should practice more." Ice room resumed the dribbling practice that was interrupted just now, and what flashed in my mind was the time and time again with the red-haired boy a few years ago. The promise and myself like a lost dog in front of the blonde woman.

"Oh, I think so. For a while..." The last half of Fukui's unfinished words was caught by the door of the men's locker room.Ice Room didn't seem to care either, and practiced dribbling tirelessly.

"Okamura and the others will come later." After Fukui's two-pointer beat away the three-pointer that was about to fall into the basket perfectly, Fukui picked up a basketball and turned to face the ice room.

"Everyone is very motivated." Himuro smiled and picked up a basketball that rolled towards his feet, took a few steps back, and repositioned himself.The basketball fell into the basket neatly, and Ice Room walked over in an unhurried manner, and bent over to catch the basketball after it bounced once.

"Let's have a oneonone game before the captain and the others come." Ice room threw the ball in his hand to the corner and assumed a defensive posture.

"Then I'm welcome."

The brown-haired boy, to be precise, was a brown-haired young man, squinting his eyes half-closed, slightly spreading his legs, leaning on the leather sofa, looking up at the pedestrians outside through the glass of the corner store from an upward angle.The brown-haired youth felt that there were not many opportunities for him to enjoy such a free Saturday afternoon in a street store.Although I can be regarded as a cashier, I used to stay at home and read comics like teenagers of the same age.Since going to college, although my studies have not been so heavy that I just want to stay in the dormitory and sleep on weekends, I always feel like I am finally an adult and free, so I always think about being lazy, and I don’t do anything all day .In the past four years of university, weekends have become nothing more than procrastination patients, busy with papers, going to exercise with friends and so on.Since I made a girlfriend in my junior year, I have an extra duty of escort on weekends.Although sometimes I feel bored and tired, but after complaining, I still happily follow my girlfriend like a fool.The brown-haired boy felt that at this moment, he sincerely hoped that this would continue even today, tomorrow, or in the future.

Suddenly realizing that he almost fell asleep under the afternoon sun in Kyoto, the brown-haired young man sat up suddenly, and couldn't help but sigh the difference in climate between Akita and Tokyo.The young man took out his mobile phone, saw a missed call on the interface, and immediately called back.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The missed call seemed to be from an acquaintance, and the young man directly cut to the point without asking the other party's identity.

"Brother, are you in the dormitory?" The girl on the other end of the phone froze for a few seconds after hearing the young man's voice, and asked an irrelevant question.

"No, it's outside." The young man seemed quite used to the girl's answer like this.

"Alone?" The girl replied almost subconsciously.

"No, accompany Mai."

"Oh...then it's all right. Goodbye." The girl hesitated for a while, but decided to hang up the phone.

"Goodbye." The young man couldn't say that he didn't notice the girl's strangeness, he noticed it after seeing her last week.It can even be said that the young man realized that the girl might become a little strange before seeing the girl.To be more precise, what young people look forward to is the strangeness of girls.He feels that some practices must be done cruelly even if they sacrifice too much.

"Misen, how about this one?" A woman with dark blue curly hair, about 22 years old, came out from behind the door of a fitting room in the store.Although the dark green tube top dress cannot be described as tailor-made, it is unexpectedly suitable.

"Very beautiful. As long as you like it, it's fine." Kurikawa Yasen's words couldn't hide the tenderness that the girl who called before had never heard.

When Kurikawa was sitting at the front desk of the bookstore on Saturday, he suddenly had the illusion that his life had finally returned to normal.The bookstore owner didn't know where he went.Kurikawa felt that after boys have girlfriends, they should become more or less strange.Although Kurikawa didn't know what the store manager was like when he didn't have a girlfriend, and Kurikawa didn't dare to make a conclusion at will, but Kurikawa still felt that the store manager should not be a person who ran out when he saw the right opportunity.When Kurikawa passed by this bookstore for the first time, he felt that the owner of this bookstore should be quite hardworking.As for Kurikawa's realization that the store manager is always busy with his own private affairs, that's another story.Judging from the decoration of the bookstore, the store manager seems to be very attentive.

Kurikawa lowered his head, exited the phone from the address book interface, and then locked it.After weighing the phone with his hand, Kurikawa hesitated for a few minutes, but still felt that it was stuffed into his pocket.

"Welcome." When Kurikawa saw someone coming in from the door, he smiled like a conditioned reflex.Although Kurikawa didn't spend much time at the bookstore, Kurikawa seemed to have no problem remembering regular customers.

After confirming that the customer who had just entered the door found the area he wanted to see, Kurikawa lowered his head and stared at his fingers in a daze.Kurikawa froze for a while, as if he was about to give up, he stretched out his hand to the high school English workbook that had been randomly thrown on the cabinet next to the cashier.

——I must be annoying to be so selfish and ignorant.

The author has something to say: I wrote most of this chapter last week, but the last part was delayed due to various assignments...

If I say too much, I will cry

What's wrong with you guys in the TV group... The beauty you promised is almost out of OOC... Well, Nissan seems to be more OOC in this article

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