[Black Basket] Together with the Light

being excellent is an habbit.

Try the same.

High jump is not easy to say, but it is not difficult to say it is difficult.

Leng Ning practiced the run-up over and over again, it was not a big deal.But ah, many things that can be said to be very big and high are all seen from small things.

It's clear at a glance whether it's true or false.

Leng Ning's eyes let everyone understand that she is used to working hard.People who work hard are always admirable. Compared with himself, Takeuchi has a bad feeling of being dwarfed and ashamed.

After the basketball team's training, Huang Lai stayed to teach Leng Ning how to take off.During the boys' training, except for the time when Heizi brought the water, Leng Ning kept running, and she was very proficient in the run-up of the back jump high jump.

Leng Ning stayed, and of course Takeuchi accompanied him—it was agreed to go out for dinner together, although she seemed to be unable to do much now.

The basketball team basically all left, even if they feel moved, it's impossible for everyone to stay with Leng Ning, that's unrealistic.

Although the Lord Logic of this world died unjustly, it is like Pangu after the creation of heaven and earth. Although he is alive and dead, his influence is still there.Too weird to happen.

The sense of reality that was felt because of Leng Ning's earnestness at this moment has a sense of existence without any scruples.

Huang Lai taught Leng Ning how to take off, and the talented boy who knows everything taught him well.Beginner, Leng Ning doesn't need a pole to measure the height for the time being, it's getting late, Takeuchi dragged things into the storage room.

She locked the door and went out, putting the key in the coat pocket that Midorima had draped over the chair.Cancer's paranoid teen shoots alone after practice, a habit he's had since he started playing basketball.

The hard work of the habit, the seriousness of the habit, and the excellence of the habit.

Takeuchi bit the mouth of the mineral water bottle and sat on the rest chair. Due to the direction, she could only see Midorima.

The teenager jumped up again and again, throwing orange basketballs, none of them missed, and each one was hollow.

"Want to learn?"

The boy who was shooting the basketball suddenly turned his head and asked this question.

Takeuchi, who was wandering in the air, was taken aback, and almost choked on a mouthful of water: "...I remember you rejected me."

Midorima: "It's clear that you rejected me."

When the words came out, Midorima felt that the conversation between him and Takeuchi seemed a bit wrong.

The boy who had figured it out froze, and the rhythm of the ball was out of order. He quickly regained his rhythm, with a bit of annoyance and impatience in his tone: "It's okay if I ask you again, do you want to learn?"

"want!"

Turning back completely, Shen Zhunei put down the mineral water bottle, and ran over in two steps.

The training list given by Midorima included swimming and ball games. The weather was not hot enough, and she didn't want to go swimming in the water. As a girl, there was another troublesome relative who prevented her from going into the water.

This month, she didn't stop talking at all, and she thought about going to eat fried food with Leng Ning immediately. With a strong sense of guilt and a little fear of Fujita, the blood on Takeuchi's head was almost overflowing coming.

Come on, come on, let me sweat and kill the calories!

Midorima threw the ball in his hand to Takeuchi: "You learned how to shoot in physical education class, try it."

"It happened so many years ago, how can I remember how to shoot—" Takeuchi stood on the three-point line and threw the ball out by feeling.

The ball hit the rim and bounced back.

Midorima didn't move, stretched out his hand to get the ball back at the right time, and began to teach in a serious manner: "When throwing the ball, squat down another two centimeters."

The boy stuffed the ball back into Takeuchi's hand, pressed her shoulders to make her squat down, and then took two steps back: "Throw again."

This time it didn't even touch the edge of the rim.

Takeuchi twitched the corner of his mouth, ran over to retrieve the ball, and consciously stood on the three-point line and raised his hand to hold the ball.

The degree of knee bending was the same as when Midorima was pressing her down, so the green-haired boy didn't move forward.Takeuchi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and threw the ball.

The ball is in.

Midorima felt that Takeuchi looked at him strangely just now, so he asked the girl with a straight face, "Why did you make a mistake the first time?"

Takeuchi: "...because you stood behind me."

Midorima: "...what?" What kind of reason is this?

Takeuchi "hahaha" laughed dryly, without acknowledging himself: "I'm afraid you will hit my knee..."

Midorima pushed his glasses calmly: "I will forget if you don't say it."

"Stand still, Zhizi."

Takeuchi, who realized that he had done something stupid, ran away: "It's a ghost to stand still!"

Midorima: "Even the ground-bound spirits won't be fixed in one place."

"So you're saying that even a ghost won't stand still, right?!"

Takeuchi, who felt ashamed to be seen being chased by Midorima, made a rectangular movement around the basketball court.

Midorima was chasing after him, Xueba Jun disdained the cheating method of crossing the court and killing him halfway.

"Are you a ghost? Takeuchi Keko? You must be proactive!"

Huang Lai watched the two people swish past him, and pulled Leng Ning back to avoid causing a traffic accident.

The blond model was quite helpless: "I said, why are you starting again - don't chat while running, it will cause a headache."

The two who started to speed up obediently shut up.

Leng Ning blinked her eyes. She was so absorbed in her practice that she didn't pay attention to what happened on the field. At this moment, she asked innocently, "Mr. Midori... are you helping Mr. Takeuchi to practice the 5000-meter run?"

This is what the natural black said when staying in the depths!

The final result was naturally that Takeuchi fell first.

The girl lying on her back on the high jump mat was panting heavily.

"Lying down after running is not good for your health." Leng Ning took her hand with both hands, doing a tug of war, trying to drag Takeuchi up.

"Don't worry if you won't die suddenly, you won't be able to stand up..." Takeuchi said in a flustered voice.

Kise, who predicted Takeuchi's limit, went out earlier to buy a drink, which is a sports brand approved by Midorima.

Kise bought four cans, and he picked up one can and threw it to Midorima who was standing next to the high jump mat and looked down at Takeuchi. The green-haired boy was also sweating profusely and panting heavily. After basketball training and personal shooting training without a break, I ran for so long. I was tired enough, but I haven't reached the limit yet.The physical gap between male and female students is actually very large, not to mention that Midorima Shintaro has very strict requirements on his physical fitness.

A can was given to Leng Ning, the girl let go of Takeuchi and took it, thanking her.

The penultimate can was Takeuchi's, Kise put it on the mat next to her face, Takeuchi touched his hand according to the feeling, raised his hand, and looked straight at Midorima.

Lu Jian had a troublesome expression on his face, but he reached out to take it, opened it for her and handed it back: "Drink while lying down, be careful not to drink it into your nose."

Takeuchi: "I'm not that stupid—poof..."

People, just can't talk big.

Kise held the last can of drink in one hand, freed his index finger to hook the pull ring, but because Takeuchi suddenly jumped up from the mat, he couldn't keep up with his handsome action, and half of the can of drink spilled on the ground with a shake of his hand: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! I'm going to get a mop!"

He ran out with the can, dripping the sweet drink all the way.

Midorima pushed his glasses exhaustedly.

Takeuchi wiped his face with the paper towel provided by Leng Ningyou, glanced at his watch inadvertently, and was taken aback: "Shentaro, don't you have to study by yourself at night?"

"Today is Friday, I have something to go home, it doesn't matter if I practice late."

"Mr. Leng is going home too, right?" During the tennis class, Takeuchi proposed to Leng Ning to go shopping, but Leng Ning refused for this reason.

"Yes, Mom and Dad have come to Tokyo too. After dinner, we will pick them up at the airport and go home together." Leng Ning replied.

"Hey, I'm going to be very lonely tonight." After wiping the drink off his face, Takeuchi took out a tissue from his bag, and took out one to wipe the constant sweat on his forehead and neck.

Midorima ran after her with a straight face, feeling really scary, she just tried her best to escape.

"What's so lonely?" Kise, who came over with a mop, only heard the last, and he asked inexplicably.

"Today, Mr. Leng is going home on Friday, and so is May. There is no one in the left and right dormitories, and it feels lonely just thinking about it." Takeuchi looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, reading an ancient Chinese poem in Japanese that has lost its charm, "I am a stranger in a foreign land alone, and miss my relatives every festive season."

Huang Lai dragged on the ground, smiling brightly: "I'm not going home, if Xiao Zhizi feels lonely, we can go to KTV for a night out."

Takeuchi was stunned, probably because he didn't expect someone to seriously respond to him: "The big model Kise whose skin will get worse."

She turned her head and said to Leng Ning: "Go back and take a shower. I can't delay your going to the airport. Tokyo traffic is very heavy on Friday." She changed the topic in a polite way.

Leng Ning nodded, hesitated and extended an invitation to the two boys present: "Mr. Huang Lai, Mr. Lu Jian, do you want to have dinner together?"

Since Takeuchi said "lonely" before, he probably wouldn't object.On the contrary, it might be inconvenient to extend the invitation because of her, an outsider who is not very familiar with Midorima.

Of course Huang Lai would not object: "Okay, okay."

Midorima glanced at the cheerful blonde model and nodded, "See you later."

What to eat

M in mind.

M Ji is very close to the school, and the traffic in Tokyo on weekends is heavy, so the four of them walked there.

"Isn't that Mr. Fujita?" Kise Ryota, who was wearing sunglasses and a hat, didn't understand low-key at all, and raised his hand happily to greet the man sitting on the street bench smoking a cigarette, "Mr. Fujita——"

"Wait—" Takeuchi wanted to stop him but it was too late, Kise had already skipped past.

Takeuchi stretched out Erkang's hand to petrify, she seemed to hear a "ding" sound in her head——

System prompt: Your hamburger flapped its wings and flew away.

Fujita, who was greeted by Kise, turned his head, saw Takeuchi doing such a gesture, and smiled meaningfully: "Yo, come out to eat?"

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