[Kuroko's basketball] Tomato balls

>>>[Little Class Rose. ]

After the summer vacation when the Kise family moved in, I officially entered the kindergarten with my small schoolbag on my back. I also entered the kindergarten with me, a few children who usually play together in the neighborhood, and Kise Ryota.

When we met for the first time, we were no equals in the snack duel, and then we fought several times in succession. After a few times, I learned how to be good, and kept in touch with my brother while eating snacks, and secretly helped each other, so that every time It was Kise who ate until his eyes were full of gold stars and foaming at the mouth, while I was light and free and easy.

My brother originally refused to help me because of Kise's sister, but I didn't expect that Kise was used to being bullied by my family. Every time I won, the sister who looked like Tsukihasa would applaud, so my brother I also took care of it, and every assist from the secret help has benefited me endlessly.

After beating him several times in a row, he finally conceded and became my follower.Originally, I was the youngest in the neighborhood and was often bullied, but now I finally have a child who is one and a half months younger than me stepping up my back, so I also tasted the pleasure of bullying others for the first time.

Kindergarten is divided into four classes, my luck is not too good, I was assigned to the Rose class which is rare, but my luck is not too bad, the only one who is assigned to the same class as me is my only little follower Kise Ryo too.

——It's a pity that everyone didn't understand the meaning of "Rose" and "Lily" at that time, otherwise I would think that the guy who arranged Kise into the Rose class had ulterior motives—of course, this is a later story.

After a long time, I realized that although this class is located in a remote location and the teacher is not lively, but compared to the Sunflower class that was full of obscenity all day long, the class teacher is a vain gold digger Rose class, and The cherry blossom class with a strong smell of soy sauce passers-by, our life is as normal as it is.The only and biggest bright spot in the class is Kise Ryota's pretty face. I have never understood why Kise can exchange for countless girls' candies and Toys, why did I follow the same pattern but got a basket of disgusted eyes.But fortunately, Kise listened to me, so the candy he got from the girl came to my pocket again.

That day, I thought it was not good to eat other people's candies all the time, so I planned to give something to the girls in the class.I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets at home, and finally found a bag of candy that was about to melt. I turned the bag of candy over and over, thinking for a long time, but finally I was not willing to take it out.Instead, I stole a few overripe tomatoes from a basket of overripe tomatoes that my father had left unused at home, thinking that I would give them to the girls tomorrow and eat them, and snatch back all their hearts that had been placed in Kise.

That day I rarely put on a brand new little white dress, kicked on those shiny red leather shoes, and walked on the road in a good mood with a big bag of tomatoes humming the theme song of Superman.Huang Lai saw me when he went out, and ran after me with his short legs, regardless of the fact that the little yellow hat was still in place: "Jiehua! What did you carry?"

"Secret." I put my index finger on my lips and said in a daze, "I'm going to use these to seduce girls! You can't tell Ryota!"

Kise blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "I don't quite understand—but, Yuka, let's go!"

——In the end, it turned out that once that Kise guy fueled me up, I really couldn't fuel up.

As soon as I entered the classroom, before I had time to divide the tomatoes, the head teacher had already walked in.I panicked, put the bag of tomatoes behind me, and sat upright, looking like a good girl.After the head teacher went out, I turned around, only to find that the bag of tomatoes was crushed to pieces by me, and the sticky juice stuck to my beloved foreign dress, and a large area of ​​the pure white fabric was dyed red, and I suddenly burst into tears. Panicked, I stretched out my hand to wipe it off, but I didn't expect that my hand was immediately covered with red juice. I stretched out my hand to wipe the sweat, but unexpectedly, my face was covered with red juice, and the two lumps on both sides of my cheeks were especially obvious. The plateau red that was exposed to the sun.

Everyone laughed when they saw my embarrassment.The malicious boy pointed at me and laughed out of breath: "Do you think that Jiehua also looks like a tomato?"

Immediately, this sentence attracted a lot of echoes and applause. I was so angry that my face flushed purple, I turned my head and stared at Kise, wanting him to come out and show some color to those who laughed at me.

Kise sensed my gaze, and he did stand up.However, for some reason, he misunderstood me.He frowned, with a serious look, and said word by word: "Jiehua is not a tomato! Jiehua is obviously a small ball. My mother said that she looks like a small ball. Now it looks more like plateau red..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but received a solid palm from me.He turned around in shock and saw my magnified angry face: "Ryota, you can kill me!" At the end, I still couldn't get over my anger, so I grabbed a handful of tomatoes and paste him directly face.

In the end, we both turned into tomatoes.

Thanks to that boy and him, the boys call me "Tomato" from now on, and the girls follow in his footsteps and call me "Little Maruko".Pity me for my famous name in my life, but I ended up with such a silly nickname, alas, alas.

>>>[Tomato balls. ]

Once I accepted this setting...everything became exciting.

From then on, under the tireless and persistent leadership of Kise children, not only the children in the kindergarten, but even the aunts who usually only buy vegetables and watch cartoons have gradually heard of my nickname.Since then, "tomato balls" have become famous and become the most popular new term in the neighborhood.Many of them were prescient, bragging to everyone they met, "I said a long time ago that she looks like a little ball!"

At the beginning, Huang Lai just said it casually, but gradually followed the trend, and no longer called me "Yuka", and replaced it with "Little Maruko".At that time, I thought it was troublesome to have shoulder-length short black hair, and I liked to wear a red dress, but my appearance was seven or eight points similar to Chibi Maruko.The only difference is probably that the vegetable that little meatball hates the most is tomato, but this little meatball of mine is so addicted to tomato that I can't help but include the word "tomato" in my name.

Since then, there has been no Endo Yuka in the world, replaced by Tomato Maruko.

My grandparents, parents, brother and others have naturally heard of this title.While my mother accepted the title tolerantly, she also commented contentedly - "What a cute name!" So at home, she also began to nickname me "Little Maruko". Put two big smudges of blush on my face while I was asleep.The miracle is that I went to class without knowing it the next day. As a result, the reputation of "Little Maruko" has been passed down for thousands of miles.

When my brother heard about this nickname, he laughed for three days at first, and then spread the word "I have a tomato ball" everywhere in his elementary school. As a result, not only the kindergarten, but even the elementary school left my name.Until I went to elementary school, there was a teacher who stared at me for a long time, then adjusted his glasses, and said, "Oh...this is the 'Tomato Ball' from five years ago."

The only ones who were probably upset were me and my father.Anyway, my freehand name was only picked up by my father after digging through the dictionary. He was naturally extremely dissatisfied with this nondescript nickname.I had a hard time finding a comrade in arms who fought against me, so my father and I were rarely on the same side.However, the good times didn't last long. One day, my dad bought a new batch of fresh tomatoes. He held the tomatoes in his hand and thought for a long time, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.Soon, I saw the following slogan at the door - "Tomatoes from Tomato Maruko's family, the quality is guaranteed!"

Congratulations, Dad's tomatoes were sold out in the end.Sadly, I lost this only comrade in arms.

We were less than six years old then, so of course we couldn't have a mobile phone of our own.Since I can't use electronic products to communicate, and my family lives close, the way of calling friends to go out to play is relatively primitive, just like in "Doraemon", I stand downstairs and yell at the window once or twice.After being called "Tomato Maruko", I retired from the world and lived in seclusion, but Kise unknowingly performed the magical magic of "summoning tomatoes" under my door every day.

"Yiehua—let's go out and play—" the first sound, I kept my head down and flipped through the manga, ignoring it.

"Sister Yuhua—let's go out and play—" The second time, I picked up half a slice of tomato from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Xiaojiehua—let's go out to play—" the third sound, I chewed the tomato in my mouth carefully, and felt the sweet and sour juice burst between my teeth, and the manga couldn't help but giggled when he saw something funny.

"Little Maruko—come out——" the fourth sound, when I heard this name, I immediately changed my face, and stretched out my hands to cover my ears.

"Go--Tomato balls--" At the fifth sound, I finally pushed open the window unbearably, and shouted downstairs angrily: "How many times have I told you not to call me that! And What do you mean 'go, tomato balls'! I'm not a Pokémon!" With my voice fell, there were slices of tomatoes scattered like celestial maidens.It was then that I suddenly understood the mentality of people in TV dramas throwing tomatoes and vegetables at guillotines parading in the streets.

Although Kise was covered in sauce by me in the end, and his golden hair was covered with red liquid, he looked very scary, but he also realized the magic weapon for calling me to go out to play. In the unremitting calling, I found sadly that I also slowly began to abandon my original name and accepted this nondescript address.

He tasted the sweetness, and from then on, in order to save energy, he no longer bothered to shout five times, and directly simplified it into two names: "small balls" and "tomato balls".Over the years, he stopped calling me "Jie Hua" and called me "Little Maruko" like everyone else.

Endo Yuka just disappeared in the torrent of history.The knot flower is dead, the tomato should stand.

The author has something to say:

It feels like my stupidity has been refreshed again... [Bitter face

By the way, I caught a little bug in the last chapter...

But looking at the publication time... I am reluctant to delete it! ! ! (PД`q.)·. '゜