[Kuroko's basketball] Tomato balls

>>>[The meat you asked for is here. ]

"Xiao Wanzi," I heard a crisp voice calling my name, I turned my head, and saw Yu Sen walking with a serious face.She solemnly stretched out her hand, and handed a plate of steaming, plump tomato meatballs to my hand, "Please give it to classmate Kise and the others." While speaking, she turned her face Glancing at the four-person table where Kise and Haizaki were sitting in the distance, he quickly looked away.

I put on an expression of seeing death as home, nodded preciously, took the plate of hot potato-like meatballs from her hand, and embraced the wind rustling, easy water cold, and the heroism of a strong man who will never return, I He took a step towards the four-player table like a Shura field.

"The meat you asked for is here!" I roared angrily, as if shocked by stone. With a "bang", the plate in his hand landed smoothly on the colorfully arranged wooden tabletop.Just when I thought I would be able to achieve success and get away with it, I didn't expect to be grabbed by the wrist by Haizaki, so I lost my center of gravity and fell directly on the vacant seat beside Kise.

"Little Maruko!" Kise, who was still confronting Huizaki just now, immediately turned his eyes on me, and Huizaki let go of my wrist, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth: "Well, little Simba also You've been busy for so long, it's time to sit down and rest."

Ao Qi, who was nestled next to him, raised his head, squinted his eyes and smiled indulgently, his glossy lips shimmered, and his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Kise hooked the corners of his mouth, and followed Huizaki's slightly provocative gaze: "Yeah, it's time for Maruko to rest." He held up his chopsticks and reached for the steaming tomato meatball, "Come on , Xiao Maruko likes this dish the most, right?"

However, before his chopsticks touched the plate of meatballs, another pair of chopsticks shot out halfway like lightning, blocking his way.Kise and I raised our eyes at the same time, only to see the owner of the chopsticks—Haisaki sticking out his tongue and licking his lips: "Hey, Harumi, have you been hungry for so many places just now?"

"Yes—ah—" Harumi Aozaki rested her head on his arm, her sweet and waxy voice dragged on for a long time, "People often mistake me for Ryota's girlfriend along the way, it's really troublesome .”

Kise blinked his amber eyes under the blond hair, slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, and deftly controlled the chopsticks to get past Haizaki's heavy defense: "Aozaki-san and Shogo-kun are a match made in heaven, how dare I intervene?"

"Ryota, it's not your style to speak flattery," Kise's chopsticks pressed forward with every step, but Haizaki's chopsticks also met the difficulties, and the interlacing of you coming and going made people dazzled, "Well, I'd rather hear what you said before, 'If it's Shougo-kun, it should be no problem to win a little bit', such a big talk!"

"Big talk?" Kise sneered, caught an opening in Haizaki, pointed his chopsticks at a meatball on the plate, "I don't think so—it's just a scientific prediction of the inevitable result."

"Slap", Haizaki couldn't defend himself, but he bit Kise hard like a hungry wolf. The chopsticks hit Kise's thumb hard, so his hand lost strength and loosened slightly, and the thumb was dripping with delicious juice. The meatball was like a golden basketball, sliding down with an incomparably beautiful curve.Kise raised his eyes angrily, but Haizaki showed a provocative smile: "Really? When did you beat me?"

Just when all of us thought that poor meatball was about to return to dust, there was another pair of white chopsticks holding it firmly.Extend the line of sight upwards a little bit, and then a little bit further, those red eyes shining like jewels will be fully revealed in front of us.

"Every time." Akashi said indifferently, as if stating a law that can never be changed, a fact that no one can refute.He flicked his wrist again, and the meatball that you have been fighting for for a long time fell into my bowl safely and with peace of mind.

"Ha... Sejuro, you are really troublesome." Haizaki seemed to be greatly displeased, and shook his head as if he hated iron for nothing.

A cold light suddenly flashed across Akashi's calm eyes, but he quickly retracted the chilling and frightening cold light back to his eyes, turned around, and said to Nanakusa: "It's time, the restaurant can closed."

The diners who were still queuing up heard the words and immediately let out a sigh of surprise and anger, but when Akashi's eyes fell on them, they also understood and immediately fell silent.The classroom that was still buzzing with Yingtian just now was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Nanakusa, including the group of classmates behind her, breathed a sigh of relief as if they were relieved from a heavy burden.The lines of Akashi's side face softened slightly, and when he walked past Nanakusa, he reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "You have worked hard too."

Nanakusa shook her head with a smile, her smile was as clear as spring grass without a trace of extra emotion: "I'm happy to help, Squad Leader Akashi!"

>>>[I like both. ]

After the restaurant closed, I didn't go to the cultural festival with Kise.He looked at the green ribbon in my hair with a hesitant expression that really made me feel guilty. I scribbled goodbye to him at the fork in the corridor, and then hurried forward with Nanicao, ignoring What fell into his eyes was the hurried back like drowning in the bitter deep sea.

The sun was setting to the west, and the sky was soaked in a blood-like crimson.Nanakusa and I waved goodbye under the cherry tree outside the school gate. She was as thin as a shadow, bathed in the golden air at dusk.

But at the moment I put down my hand and turned around, I ran into Kise who was coming straight.At that time, he was talking happily with Aomine, Momoi, and Heizi, but when he saw me, he was slightly startled, and his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.Momoi, on the other hand, turned her head to the side to see me, and immediately waved her arms towards me in a dancing motion.

I smiled back, but suddenly remembered the light green hairband that was still fluttering in the wind under the bloody sunset.

Momoi went forward to hook my arm, and babbled about what he saw and heard at the cultural festival today——Murashihara, who was wearing a skirt to hold a wedding day, Kise, who was sought after and loved by everyone, dressed as an aristocrat, and who had an affair with a Taurus Midorima, the fortuneteller who discovered the big killer star, and the competition she participated in with Kuroko, Aomine, and Kise, and the rooftop sunset that belonged to them alone at that moment.Under the warm yellow light, Momoi's energetic face was slightly flushed, but his eyes were clear, like a bright cherry blossom in the setting sun, budding.And that smile also reminded me again and again of the good time I was absent.

At the fork in the road again, Momoi, Heizi and Aomine walked together.The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, very long, but Momoi's light cherry-colored long hair was still fluttering in the wind, gradually disappearing into the center of vision.

After all, the setting sun in the sky was finally annihilated in the boundless darkness that invaded above. The crimson sky was torn apart with all efforts, and the thick and colorful darkness was once again fully revealed before our eyes.I turned my head to the side, met Kise's half-hearted gaze, stretched out my hand silently, and let go of the green headband that wrapped around my long black hair.

A shallow but long sigh melted into the night.Kise took a step forward and stood side by side with me, but his eyes stubbornly looked into the distance, holding onto Momoi's and the others' backs and refusing to move away: "Maruko's new hairstyle is really surprising."

The green hairband lying in the hand is wrinkled like a child with a deflated mouth about to cry, and like a bitter smile.I increased my strength, and tortured the poor headband to the point of death.

Silent, lightly engulfed.One after another, the dazzling headlights illuminated his side face, but they sped past.The melody reverberating in the CD shop across the road was carried by the wind from afar——

You tell me that you're sorry

Didn't think I'd turn around and say

It'stoolate to apologize

It'stoolate

Isaid it 'stooled to apologize

It'stoolate

The melody that loops back and forth, the male voice singing softly, and the apology repeated over and over again, linger in my ears.

"I'm sorry, Ryota." Biting my lip, I opened my mouth and raised my head towards him.

He was slightly taken aback, and then, slowly, turned his head towards me.In the amber eyes, there is me, the light green hair band, but also the melting starlight.

Maybe I'm arrogant, maybe I'm willful, maybe I'm ignorant, maybe I take his gentleness as a habit and take it for granted - but I always understand and am sure that he will always forgive me.

Unconditionally, always, never will, without any objection and without any request, forgive me.

It's never too late for him to apologize.

Huang Lai finally relaxed the eyebrows that had been frowned all the way, and a helpless smile curled up on the corner of his mouth: "Little Maruko, you also know that you are too much?"

Sticking out my tongue mischievously at him, I stuffed Yusen's headband into my pocket: "I'm sorry, but this is also a manifestation of my professionalism, Ryota, don't worry about it!"

The mysterious darkness just now suddenly became quieter, and the heart-breaking song sent by the wind also became gentle. Kise and I walked forward slowly, and the stars fell behind us.

"Little Maruko, you want a green headband, so I'll buy it for you next time. Orange, cyan, blue, purple, I'll buy you as much as you want, Maruko." Kise sighed, and at the station He stopped suddenly in front of a small stall at the entrance.On a thin sheet of white plastic, the colorful headbands glow in the night and light.

"Hey, is this the declaration of a local tyrant?" I squatted down, and unconsciously fiddled with the pile of old books next to the stall.Although such illegal stalls that affect the city's appearance are often despised by people, they are also our family's favorite.My mother has long called her sister and sister to the proprietress of the street stall on the vegetable shopping road, and my father often lingers in front of the stall selling second-hand books by the catty, and occasionally brings back one or two books worth [-] yen, but he has to be careful Put it away without telling mom.

"I'm not a local tyrant, so Akashi and Midorima are the ones?" Kise curled his lips disdainfully, "But there's still money to buy the hairband."

"There's no need for the hair band. I'm going to Hinata's barbershop to get my hair cut tomorrow." I paused slightly as I turned the pages of the book, and took out a book from the pile of colorful covers—as expected, the corner of my mouth curled up. With a weird smile, he raised the little book in Huang Lai's hand, "Look, your dark history."

On the photobook in his hand was Kise who was 13 years old a year ago.It was his first photobook, different from the skillful and sophisticated one now, the little blond model who had just debuted at that time showed youthfulness and unnaturalness in his gestures and gestures.

Kise sighed, and turned away as if recalling a very bad memory: ""The Boy on the East Side of Mt.

"What the hell happened to you back then? You didn't even take the picture of the grape model." While speaking, I thought of the advertisement paper wet with grape juice, and Kise who was smiling brightly on the advertisement.

"I'll be nervous too, alright, don't read it, Maruko!" Kise snatched the photobook from my hand with a puffy face.

I recalled that at that time—probably July or August, Kise’s first photobook was released, but the sales were poor and there were constant criticisms.Kise's mobile phone's inbox, which was originally full of compliments, also received discordant voices. During those days, I was confined at home, and sometimes Kise would come to my house to complain if I couldn't stand it anymore.

"These smiles are too exaggerated? - The Kite Runner (Tokyo)"

"After reading your photobook, the only feeling I felt—I felt sick.—Last night in Chang'an (Akita)"

"Sure enough, handsome guy, you should go back and study hard. Models are not suitable for you, sincerely. —— An office worker west of Mt. Fuji (Nagoya)"

Although I laughed at Kise as much as I could and made amends a few times, I have to admit that some of the critical voices are still objective evaluations, and some are really too much.

No matter what, he is just a 13-year-old boy who has just made his debut for the first time to shoot a photo album-could it be that those adults in vests really have the heart to burn his hard work and give it up with a few soft words? The deepest negation?

For some reason, Haizaki's face with a provocative smile came to mind when thinking about the past.I smiled and shook my head, and took the photobook from Kise, page after page, that awkward but bright smile—no matter what those people saw, all I saw was my Ryota .And no matter what Haizaki did, said, or took away, what I saw, what I admitted, and what I believed in was only my Ryota.

"Speaking of which, when I saw those text messages sent to you, I thought you would give up the modeling job right away." Just like the sports that he easily conquered.

"Huh? Give up? Why does Maruko think so?" Kise raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I, but it was hard for me to find something that made me feel frustrated—those setbacks and failures, no matter Whether it’s bad remarks or the provocation of Haizaki, it will fill me with fighting spirit.”

Another car sped past, and the white lights illuminated his vigorous young face. "Whether it's a model or basketball, Maruko, what do you think makes me stick around for so long?"

——"It's a setback, a setback! If everything is too easy to get, it will be meaningless!"

I tilted my head, and my black hair swayed slightly in the wind.

There are thousands of words in my heart, I open my mouth, but I don't know what to say.

At this moment, all I can think of is—Kise at this moment, his smile, his words, his proud side face with a youthful look, and eyes shining with starlight reflecting my shadow—

I like all of them.

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↑↑↑This guy recently started to learn three-dimensional geometry, and his brain circuit is wrong again!

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A lot of things have happened in JJ recently, and my mood was very low for a time.

But, thank you to the other little angels QUQ, every time I feel that my efforts have been in vain, seeing you will always re-energize me!

Now I’ve thought about it a lot, radish and green vegetables have their own loves, I won’t sign a contract with JJ, and I won’t rely on it to earn money to eat. It’s full of love to come here to write fangirls [Everyone is the same XD]

So for me, everyone is not a reader, not a customer, but a good friend~【There are also love rivals? XD]

Thank you for still being by my side w~

Visually, Haizaki doesn't have many roles [stare]

This chapter was originally not so long, but I still used Erhuang to express some fragments of my thoughts recently.

As for the evaluator's vest, it actually has some meaning, so please don't complain [laughs]

The atmosphere is a little dignified w so I sprinkle a little sugar at the end

But there is still a long way to go for Xiaowanzi to react... =. =

Just, I can only pray for Malaysia Airlines here.

Dear God, I just want to ray for the fight from Malaysia to Beijing, hoping everyone on the planet is saved. Jesusname: Amen.

——Amen.