[Black Basket] Daydream

The tall boy with brown hair sat down in the empty seat next to Jiuli, turned his head and greeted her very casually: "Yo, long time no see."

Jiuli's expression drifted a little, she thought about the boy's name carefully, and finally found his name from the nameplate of the backpack next to him: "Ah, Muji-senpai, long time no see."

"Ahahaha, I suddenly feel ashamed that I don't know your name until now. Little girl, what's your name?"

"Ogata Kuri, a third-year student at Teiko Middle School."

"Eh? Junior high school student?" Muji's expression changed into disbelief, "I remember the one who fought against the Age of Miracles before, ah, that's the one. The boy who came to ask you to join the team later was called Aomine, right? Why? At that time, you will meet junior high school students in the league, shouldn't the high school games and the junior high school games be separated?"

Jiuli opened her mouth half-opened and thought for a while before realizing that she didn't understand Muji's nonsense words at all, and when she realized it, she could only cry and laugh: "Well, Muji senior, you were still in the third grade of middle school at this time last year, so To fight against the Miraculous Generation who are second-year junior high school students..."

And now you're in high school, they're third graders, it's that simple.

Muji showed a suddenly realized expression: "So it is like this!"

...that's right.

"Why did Kiyoshi-senpai come here to watch the competition?" Kuri rubbed his chin, "The high school regional competition should be what seniors need to pay attention to as high school students. It is useless to watch the competition of junior high school students now."

"Well, although it's true to say so, I really care about these people, so it's okay to watch the game, after all, they may become opponents in the future.

The two chatted slowly, and the two teams below the stadium began to enter the field, and bursts of cheers erupted from the audience immediately.

Muji's expression became serious, and his eyes followed the tall purple figure: "Atsushi Murasakihara..."

Akashi still didn't play, but even if he was sitting in the rest area, no one could easily ignore him.

Akashi has never played in almost all the games, and has been sitting by the side to observe the situation and analyze the battle situation, and then give the most direct and correct orders to the players.

Even sitting there, the aura around him made people unable to take their eyes off.

While talking, Qingfeng, who got the ball on the court, ran towards the basket with the ball danglingly, but even though his posture was a bit strange, his running speed was so fast that no one could catch up to him.

Muji frowned. He noticed the incompatibility between Aomine and Aomine at that time, and turned his head to look at Jiuli: "Ogata elementary school girl, is this okay, Aomine looks very lazy."

Of course Kuri also noticed this, but sitting next to her was Kiyoshi Teppei who was not familiar with her at all. As the girlfriend of the subject of comment, she would naturally stand by Aomine's side to support him.

Jiuli glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and snorted softly: "Is that so, Dahui has such a character in the first place, if the opponent is not strong, he will not be interested in it, this only shows that the game is very difficult." The opponent is too weak."

"Is that so..." Muji glanced at her, as if he believed her explanation, and changed the subject, "Ziyuan hasn't stepped out of the restricted area since the beginning of the game, is he planning to continue this game like this? ?”

When he played against Zhaorong Middle School where he was, Atsushi Murasakihara ran the whole field for several laps at least. Should he be happy about this?

"Because it is enough to attack with Dahui." Jiuli directly omitted the other players on the field in one sentence, "Allowing Murasakihara-kun to stay in the penalty area does not need to attack, this is a condition for Zhengjun to lure him to play, anyway Such an arrangement is the most convenient and labor-saving strategy that can ensure victory.”

"Wow... This is really a strategy that people can hardly agree with." Muji sighed, and looked at Kamikuri with a moment of hostility, and explained to himself, "Isn't it? A strategy that treats players like pawns and doesn’t take their thoughts into account at all.”

Jiuli smiled so that his eyes curved into a crescent: "Huh? Is Kiyoshi-senpai questioning Masamune's approach?"

Muji waved his hand, with a relaxed smile on his face: "I can't talk about questioning, but I personally don't like this kind of approach."

"But you can't deny that this is the best strategy to win, right?" Kuri paused, "Sorry, Kiyoshi-senpai, I was too reckless."

No matter what, the person in front of him was also a senior who was a grade higher than her. Jiu Li bit his lip, swallowed back the more aggressive tone, and smiled with a low eyebrow: "Maybe senior Muji can't agree with Zheng Jun's approach, but as an emperor As a member of Hikari Middle School, I believe that Akashi Seijuro's actions are absolutely correct."

"Ah, I'm also very embarrassed here, maybe I talk too much." Muji didn't care about the relationship between superiors and subordinates that Kuri was worried about, and patted Kuri on the shoulder with a friendly smile. With such trust from the students, I believe Seijuro Akashi must be a competent leader, I am an outsider after all, so I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He withdrew his gaze from looking at Kurashi, and refocused on the one-sided court, and his understanding of Akashi was refreshed.

No matter how Akashi gains the trust of others, it is still impossible for Kiji to agree with his practices and ideas.

Things like basketball are not meant to be used as a tool to determine strength.Paying too much attention to the winning or losing of the game will lose the real meaning and fun of the basketball game.Going to the game just to win, but with a cold expression on his face that loathes basketball itself, this kind of thing... It's ridiculous when you think about it.

What he couldn't imagine was that the belief of Teiko Middle School, a giant in the middle school basketball world, was completely opposite to his idea.Even the girl sitting next to him looked like she wanted to win and be proud of the competition.

It was already obvious, but Atsushi Murasakihara, who had shown dislike for basketball from the very beginning, did not count for the time being. The ace of the era of miracles who had always been in high spirits in the game - Aomine Daiki, now had such an indifferent expression.

And the people around him, no one realized it, and no one tried to stop him.

Has Kurashi noticed?

There is no doubt about it, she can be [-]% sure that no one dares to say that she watches the game more seriously than she does, and Akashi and Momoi are no exception.

——Of course, only for Aomine personally.

When watching the game, Jiuli couldn't see other people at all, and his blue pupils could only reflect the figure belonging to Aomine Daiki, as well as his flying eyebrows.

Because of the accident with Mizuno, Kuri hadn't watched Aomine's game for a long time, but it was also because of the vacancy in the middle, when he saw Aomine's basketball again, the sense of disobedience to Kuri was even more obvious.

There seems to be something wrong with Aomine on the court she likes.

After the game, Akashi arranged the plan for the summer vacation as usual. When Kurashi returned from the auditorium to the Teiko lounge, he ran into Aomine and Kuroko who were talking about something in the corridor.

Qingfeng lowered his head as if he had just been taught a lesson by Heizi. He muttered, his tone full of disappointment: "It's all because the opponent is too weak, really weak, and I'm not interested at all. ..."

He was obviously the victor, but he was wronged as if he had lost, like a child who didn't know what he did wrong, complaining about his dissatisfaction, and was so disappointed that he couldn't get what he wanted, which made it hard to open his mouth to blame him.

Please, Heizi told the others that they should leave first, and the two of them left the gymnasium and wandered aimlessly in the streets.

Holding the basketball in one hand and holding Jiuli in the other, Aomine walked from one end of the street to the other, turned around an intersection, and a few steps ahead was a street basketball court.

He snorted, and immediately turned his footsteps to walk in the opposite direction.Jiuli grabbed him tightly: "Dahui, don't you want to go in?"

"It's nothing fun, I just finished a game, there's no need..."

Aomine looked unhappy, but he didn't want to reject Jiuli directly, so he could only follow Jiuli into the stadium with a stinky face.

Jiuli sat down on the bench beside the field, Qingfeng followed immediately, his tall body lay down on it, and his furry head rubbed up against Jiuli's knee in a familiar way.

"It's rare to see you practice on the court without having fun."

Qingfeng first protested, "What do you mean by Sa Huan? I'm not a dog", and then his face became silent.He was lying on his back, with his arms stretched forward, and he threw the basketball across the small half of the court, easily sending the basketball in his hand into the basket.

"Anyway, it's like this whether you play or not." He complained, closing his eyes slightly, "Kuri, what should I do, I really feel that basketball is getting more and more boring, and I can't find an opponent to play with... ..."

Jiuli was silent for a while, and she stretched out a finger to poke Aomine's face: "Hey, Dahui, when did you become so arrogant?"

"It's not arrogance." Qingfeng was a little annoyed, he pushed away Jiu Li's hand and half sat up, stared at her and retorted, "Can't you also see that there are no players who can interest me at all, how could they They are all so weak!"

Jiuli stared at Aomine for a few seconds, she smiled, and stroked his head comfortingly: "Actually, I don't think so."

Qingfeng was rubbed by her hair, and his momentum immediately weakened. He pillowed back on Jiuli's thigh, turned his face away from looking at Jiuli, and said muffledly: "What else can I think..."

"Because, at most, Daihui only participated in the national competition, and his opponents were only current junior high school students. What about high school students who have never met? Not to mention there are so many basketball players outside of Japan. Players. There are still many masters you haven’t seen, maybe they are practicing hard now, but you have given up the opportunity to play against them too early.”

Aomine turned his face slightly, and looked at Jiuli from the corner of his eye, seeing that Jiuli looked down at him, he quickly turned back.

Jiuli coughed and held back a laugh: "Dahui is like this, is it because he is worried that his current glory will not be preserved, so he simply quits early to preserve his pathetic self-esteem? Or when he loses to others, he takes his slack in basketball as a An excuse to fail—it's as simple as that."

"How could it be so simple!" Qingfeng couldn't help replying, sighed again, and whispered to himself, "...Maybe it's like this."

He stretched himself, almost rolled off the narrow bench, quickly reached out and grabbed the back of the chair next to Jiuli, and barely stabilized his body.

"Really, be careful." Jiuli only had time to grab his clothes and was taken aback.

"It doesn't matter, how could I really roll down and scare you." Qingfeng sat up with difficulty and said firmly.He slightly clenched his hands on the backs of the chairs on both sides of Jiuli's body, then moved his head forward, and when Jiuli felt something subconsciously shrank back, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed against her lips.

I can feel Jiuli's flustered breathing in her nose, and the distance is so close that I can see the fluff on her face dyed with golden sunlight, and the heat spreading from her lips is warm and warm.

The broken hair of her bangs was slightly resting on Qingfeng's forehead, and the tiny numbness seemed to be scratched at the bottom of her heart, a little uncomfortable and trembling.

Slowly pulling away a little distance to end the kiss, Aomine pressed his forehead against Jiuli, his voice was so small that Jiuli could hardly hear him: "Then I will work hard...until I become the real strongest."

The author has something to say: Every time I write kiss, I get stuck QAQ

When I was writing, I kept thinking: Aomine, you bastard first become the number one high school student in Japan, bastard!

Coach, I want to play basketball too!

Thank you very much CCCCCC0129 for throwing a mine~