[Black Basket] Daydream

In the end, Momoi was still dubiously dragged back by Imayoshi, and Imayoshi took over the explanation for the supervision.

Qingfeng could not leave with the large army, but stayed here willfully, and Yuan Zeked was not angry.After all, the other party is the trump card of the era of miracles——Aomine Daiki, he is a talented basketball player who has been placed with the greatest hope and has never failed to live up to the expectations of others.

Let him go.

As the supervisor, Hara Zekerd said so, Momoi certainly did not insist anymore. In order to help the other team members adjust their state before the national competition, she could only leave with the team members and return to school for the final stage practice.

Oh, that guy, shouldn't he be arguing with Kuli.

Don't make things worse...

I really hope this kind of oolong thing doesn't happen to two people.

Momoi leaned against the car window, looking worriedly at the inn that was gradually disappearing from view.

Sitting next to him by the window, Imayoshi Shoichi looked at the electric poles flying by outside the window, the slightly raised arc of his lips made him look more like a cunning fox, with a malicious look on his face.

Well, thinking about it this way, I am really a good senior who is enthusiastic about helping my juniors, right?

I really don't understand why they can't even see through Aomine's thoughts. When that guy is not holding a basketball, he is obviously a stupid person who can see the end at a glance without bending his mind.

The behavior this time is also the same, deliberately avoiding the assembly and staying there, isn't it because he is worried that Ogata Kuri will be bullied by those students... Tsk, he is as childish as a boy in elementary school.

After finishing the afternoon class, Kurashi met Aomine at the dinner table.

"Qing, Aomine-kun? Why are you here? Isn't the camp over already?" Jiuli held the plate for dinner, turned around and almost missed Aomine who appeared behind her at some point, she looked up I was a little surprised, "In the morning, Wuyue came to me and said that he wanted you to gather... Could it be that you overslept so you couldn't catch the bus?"

"How stupid I am in your eyes." Qingfeng complained with a slumped face, and he directly passed his plate over her head through Jiuli, "Ah, auntie, put more of this dish, wait Wait, no bitter melon!"

"It's not good to be picky eaters, young man, you need to eat more to replenish your energy. Today's bitter gourd in honey juice is also my specialty. It is most suitable for summer. It can clear away heat and fire." The smiling aunt could not refuse Added a spoonful of bitter melon to Qingfeng's bowl, "If you are picky eaters at such a young age, you won't be as healthy as Auntie and I when you get old!"

"Tch, really..." Qingfeng frowned and took the plate from the top of Jiuli's head. He didn't want to dismiss the kindness of an old aunt, so he could only walk towards the dining table while thinking dissatisfiedly. He didn't keep up, he turned his head and greeted in a rough voice, "Hey, what are you doing there?"

Jiuli subconsciously walked over, and Aomine patted the seat beside her, motioning for her to sit down.

He turned his eyes around the other people in the preparatory class who were separated from them by a certain distance, and asked, "Kuri, where's that guy?"

Kuri probably understood who he was referring to, and replied in a low voice: "I was disqualified from the preparatory class by Akashi-kun, and I have already left."

Aomine raised his eyebrows with an incredulous expression on his face, then put his hands on his forehead and smiled: "Is that so, Akashi, that guy really won't relax at all."

For some reason, Jiuli could see the hidden unhappiness in his smile.

She was slightly distracted, her hands didn't stop moving, and she put the food into her mouth mouthful.

Sitting and eating with Qingfeng like this, the atmosphere of chatting is not considered stiff.What's the matter, we are all good friends, holding hands and sitting in a row to eat fruit?

The next bite came to something cold and slippery, and Jiuli subconsciously bit it open, it was crisp and refreshing.

The sweetness of the honey and sugar in the mouth slowly reveals the bitterness of bitter melon.

"...Bitter melon?" Jiuli actually doesn't like bitter melon very much, but compared to Aomine's complete dislike, she can barely accept it. When she looked down, a few pieces of emerald green bitter melon appeared in her bowl at some point.

Qingfeng next to him looked aside, looking completely unaware, but the bitter gourd in the bowl had disappeared.

Jiuli glared at Qingfeng: "You are doing such a wicked thing again! Eat the bitter melon for me!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiu Li was stunned.

No, no, this kind of deja vu scene is only the way two people get along when they are in love.

It's not what she should say now.

Qingfeng turned his head, with a slight triumphant smile in his eyes, he didn't speak, just looked at Jiuli.

Jiuli felt the heat spreading from her ears all the way to her neck, and her cheeks were about to burn, she lowered her head in panic, and poked the food with the chopsticks in her hand as if to vent her anger.

A few brightly colored bitter gourds are lying in the bowl, which is very eye-catching.

She gritted her teeth and ate up the bitter gourd in one breath. Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of bitter gourd and the slight sweetness of honey, mixed together.

In the next joint camp, contrary to the previous avoidance, Aomine would shake out from time to time and walk around in front of Jiuli.

At the beginning, he was still confused, but later on, Jiuli gradually understood Aomine's purpose.

Generally, the students in the preparatory class will automatically back away when they see Aomine appearing. They don't know whether they were intimidated by Aomine or just because they are afraid of his too tall figure. In short, they let Kuri completely quiet two days.

...It feels like a naive approach like that of an elementary school student.

But unexpectedly very happy.

Kurashi felt that she must have become like an elementary school student.

The day after the camp ended, it was actually the opening of the national competition.Kuli was more worried that the Youth Summit would waste the precious practice time before the game, so he asked one more question.

Qingfeng's answer is this: Huh?The opponent in the next match is that guy Kise, and I will probably play it seriously for a while, just take care of yourself and don't worry so much.

At that time, Kurashi was packing her luggage in the room, struggling to stuff the clothes and thick documents back into the suitcase.Aomine was leaning against the door of the room, yawning boredly, half-opening his eyelids to see the figure of Jiuli turning around in the room.

Seeing that she had finally packed up and pulled up the suitcase with great difficulty, he stepped over and picked it up easily: "It's up to you to forget it, just bring this." So saying, he took Jiu Li The empty backpack hung on the suitcase was thrown to her.

After receiving the backpack, which was so light that it was almost negligible, Jiuli thought of another question: "Ah... Aomine-kun, where is your luggage?"

Qingfeng waved his hands with his back to her: "It's just a few clothes, just put them in the bag."

Jiuli trotted a few steps, followed Aomine to the door of his room next door.

As soon as the door was opened, it was a mess, not only the half of the room belonging to Aomine Daiki, but also the neatly folded quilt belonging to Sakurai Ryo's bed in the same room, a lot of things were thrown around, including clothes, towels and some basketballs Magazine.

Qingfeng moved his gaze to the ceiling, scratched his cheek: "Well... there are still very few things."

He's a bit embarrassed but still cute when he's talking hard.

It was the feeling that a certain corner of his heart suddenly collapsed, and Jiuli suddenly smiled, a smile that he hadn't shown in front of Aomine for a long time, with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"Anyway, let's start tidying up now," Jiuli rolled up his cuffs, smiled at Qingfeng again, and teased, "There aren't many things, are there?"

"Ah, ah, um." Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and responded twice indiscriminately.

Fortunately, no matter how lazy Qingfeng was to clean up, the clothes thrown on the bed and the cabinet were still washed, although this was probably the result of the washing machine.

Jiuli folded the clothes and handed them to Aomine, and he clumsily stuffed them into the bag, and when he turned his head to take the things in Jiuli's hand, he felt a hard touch that didn't belong to the clothes.

Taking a closer look, the smiling face of Mai Horikita, who has always been no different from a little angel in his eyes, came into view. On the cover, she was wearing a newly designed swimsuit, smiling at him in a beautiful pose.

Aomine's hand was unsteady for a moment, but Jiuli thought he had firmly grasped it, so he let go of the photo and fell to the ground.

Jiuli turned his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Qingfeng was at a loss, quickly picked up the photo, threw it into the open backpack without looking at it, and stammered: "No, it's nothing, don't worry about me..."

"Oh, is that photo book?" Jiuli turned his head, folded the last piece of clothing, and stood up, "Buried in the clothes you threw on this empty bed, if you don't pay attention, it will be left behind .By the way, I also saw a copy under your pillow, don’t forget to take it with you.”

"Wait...why do you know? Hey Jiuli, don't think of me as the kind of pervert who reads a photo book before going to bed and then can fall asleep!" Qingfeng glanced at the corner of his eyes and found a corner protruding from under the pillow. In the photo album, look at Jiu Li's eyes with inexplicable contempt, "Hey, it's really not..."

"Well, the clothes are all packed, and the rest, Aomine-kun, do it yourself." Jiu Li clapped his hands, put his hands together and smiled, and reminded him seemingly intimately, "Don't forget to take pictures, maybe there are other places in other places." Forget it, such a precious thing, if you lose it, Aomine-kun will be very sad, right? Maybe you will be so sad that you won’t be able to sleep.”

"There is no such thing!"

After packing their luggage, the two of them walked towards the door of the hostel while talking. The atmosphere turned out to be a long-lost harmony and tacit understanding.Even Kuri was in a daze, for a moment he couldn't tell whether they were in the inn in the mountains, or on the cherry blossom road where the two of them often met.

"Ah, I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?" Qingfeng, who was trotting, rushed over from the other side of the path with a basketball in his arms. A few cherry blossoms fell on Teiguang's beige coat, which was still tender pink.

Aomine wiped the sweat off his forehead casually, spun the basketball with his right hand, put his left hand on Jiuli's shoulder habitually, and smiled as he approached him: "Because I was pestered by that guy Kise again for a one-on-one, So you came late, didn't you wait for a long time? Otherwise, I'll go back and beat Huang Lai up to vent your anger."

"How can you vent your anger on me like this, you are just bullying Kise-kun." Jiu Li curled his lips, and gave Aomine a disgusted look, "I'm just here too."

"Well, it will definitely not be like this next time. If something happens again, I will ask Wuyue to call you to the stadium. It's still too cold outside." Qingfeng said, holding Jiuli tighter with his arms.

The moment he stepped out of the inn, Jiuli woke up suddenly, and finally broke free from this woven dream.

Most of the students who came to participate in the dormitory were from relatively well-off families, and they were basically taken home by private cars sent by their families. Only a few of them were still led by Pingguchang and other teachers, standing at the door of the hostel Wait for the bus to come.

The car waiting at the door of the hostel looked very familiar, and it was the one that brought Kuri.

Not far away, the person talking to Mr. Heping Guchang also had a very familiar face and conspicuous hair color to Kuri.

"Akashi..." Aomine beside him whispered his name.

Perhaps hearing Aomine's voice, or keenly aware of the arrival of the two of them, Akashi finished talking with Hei Koba-sensei and turned around.

With the same expressionless face as before, Kuri could tell Akashi at a glance... a little unhappy now.