[Kuroko's basketball] Tomato balls

>>>[It's like a stick in the throat. ]

In previous years, basketball games would always be full of resistance due to one or two accidents, but this year, all complicated setbacks and difficulties were avoided, and it went so smoothly that it made people feel uneasy.

The piercing whistle tore through the sweltering hot and impetuous air in early summer, and my eyes fell on the glaring numbers on the scoreboard.The cold and numb numbers, without a trace of extra emotional color, caused the opponent's sweaty players to collapse in an instant, unable to hold back their tears, and began to cry loudly on the court.

198 to 8, the huge victory seems to have shrouded my heart like a haze.

The victory came so naturally that——when the teenagers on the court raised their heads and looked at the loser kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly with the posture of a winner, what was revealed in their eyes belonged to the joy of victory, or All the sympathy for the loser has disappeared completely—without a trace.

"Hmm... one-third of the middle school has been played." When he returned home side by side with Kise, he put his hands behind his head and looked up at the blue sky above our heads, "Xiao Akashi and the others said to fight We will organize to hang out together after the middle of the competition, so looking forward to it."

"Oh... so, I'm so looking forward to it." I turned my head to look at his side face, but I couldn't be as excited and relaxed as him.

"Hey, what's the matter with Maruko, she doesn't seem to be in a good mood today?" Kise seemed to be aware of my abnormality, slowed down, and looked at me with wide eyes in confusion.

I stopped along with him, pursed my lips, and finally said nothing: "It's just that I failed the final exam and was scolded by my mother, Ryota, don't worry." This is true, but it is not the main reason.Guiltily, I cast my gaze aside, and unconsciously drew circles on the ground with my toes.

"That's it... Don't put too much pressure on Maruko, it's just a high school." Kise didn't think much about it, just thought I was depressed because of the pressure of going to school.He smiled at me, patted my shoulder, "Come on."

I glanced at him quickly, but quickly looked away: "Let's go, I will be missed again if I go home late."

"Hmm... By the way, Xiaowanzi, speaking of it..." He walked along with me, "Do you also think that we are going too far?"

His voice was carried by the summer wind, and the warm wind was blowing on his face, with some midsummer breath, but it was also inexplicably cold.I looked up at him, and behind him was a pouring blue sky with a long trail cloud above it.

"You mean... basketball?"

He twitched his lips and nodded: "Well, although I proposed the scoring contest at the beginning as a joke on my whim, I didn't expect Akashi to agree—even though Midorima and Heizi were angry That's right." He scratched his hair a little nervously, and glanced at the distant horizon, "I saw those guys actually cried today... I feel a little bit like that."

I want to punch him.

That's right, I really want to beat him up right now—if I don't realize it at all, I can only be considered nervous and understandable, but now that I have realized it, I still insist on hurting others blindly.Even though I have already realized the horror of this kind of deserved victory, I still want to encourage my teammates to do excessive things together-this is how you treat the basketball you once loved?That's how you treat things you used to love?

"Ryota, I'm really..." I stopped abruptly, raised my eyebrows, he also stopped, turned sideways, looked at me with a bit of confusion, but it was also a helpless question .

However, the next words were abruptly cut off——

Eyes, suddenly opened.

I stood there in a daze, and hurriedly turned my face away.Every corner of the line of sight is filled with unspeakable silence.However, I seem to see a pair of vicious, terrifying, and malicious eyes from behind this mysterious silence—peeping at me, laughing at me, and hating me.My world is closed in a transparent crystal ball in a trance, an exquisite cage.My every move seems to be under the surveillance of those malicious eyes, so that all my ugliness has nowhere to hide.

Those eyes—or should they say, I've always bound his freedom.

They should say, I never thought about him.

They should say, I always demand him with my own will and will, and turn him into my puppet.

"Little Maruko?" Kise raised his eyebrows and looked at me with some puzzlement.

I lowered my eyelids, not daring to look into his eyes: "I really... don't want to care about basketball anymore. Since everyone is so strong...then..." I hung my head even lower, afraid of him As soon as I looked up, I saw tears swirling desperately in my eyes, "...as long as Liang is too happy..."

The rising coda is a precursor to crying, but unfortunately, the summer wind buried this secret message under the blue sky.The wind blew the shattered hair from his forehead, and something in his amber eyes disappeared in an instant - as if, a star fell.

"Even Xiao Maruko said that..." He turned his head, and his face showed a sense of loneliness and loneliness that I had never seen before, "Then... no matter what I do in the future, Xiao Maruko will forgive you, will you forgive me?"

Another gust of wind blew through his blond hair.He said he could hear the wind.

"Yeah." I replied in a muffled voice, stretched out my hand, and held down my wind-blown hair.

probably.

However, no matter how hard I tried to listen, I couldn't hear him that I couldn't hear.

>>> [Butterfly flied away. ]

On the third day of the middle school competition, the accident really came as scheduled.

I wrote my homework too late the night before, and finally I fell asleep lying on my desk.When I wake up leisurely, the noon sun is already hanging above my head.I hastily cleaned up my clothes and hair, ignored my brother's "monster" complaints, grabbed a piece of bread, put it in my mouth, and rushed out of the house.

When I arrived at the gymnasium, the hour and minute hands on the watch had already shown an exaggerated obtuse angle. I rushed against the flow of people to the stadium where Diguang was, but at the corner of the road, I ran into a bandage-wrapped sunspot.

"Little Heizi?" I opened my eyes wide, looking at the bandage wrapped around his head, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing serious." Heizi turned his head to see me, and forced a smile, "It's just a little injury..."

"It's okay?" I stood beside him and looked up at the display with him.On top of that, the final battle of Diguang was being broadcast live, "Everyone...are you going to win soon?"

"Azhe-kun—eh, is Maruko-ko here?" Momoi's voice came from behind, I turned my head and gave Momoi a sorry smile: "Mmm... I accidentally overslept."

"Xiao Maruko is really... Xiao Huang has been sad for a long time since I didn't see you just now." Momoi stood between me and Heizi, and raised her head to look at the screen, her eyelashes trembling, "This score... shouldn't be a problem Well, the three-peat is close at hand."

On the scoreboard, there is still the huge point difference that we are familiar with - when the opponent is still in the single digits, Di Guang has already achieved a proud three-digit score: "Well... um... everyone really Very strong."

"No..." Heizi suddenly said, and Momoi and I turned our heads to look at him at the same time - his originally fair face looked extremely pale at this moment, his eyes widened in horror, and his gaze was tightly fixed on the screen, "This game... Kind of weird."

In the last few seconds of the game, the opponent's main force finally snatched the ball from Diguang's hands.There was a flash of joy in his eyes. With such joy, he raised his hand, as if full of hope, and threw the ball into the basket——

Instead, the ball smacked the rim and slid out on a frustrating trajectory.Before I could feel a little bit of regret for them, Ziyuan blocked the ball with his hand, and then - he raised his hand, and threw the ball towards his basket -

"It came out." From the screen, I saw him move his lips and said so.

The camera suddenly cut to the scoreboard. On the black scoreboard, the red 111::11 seemed to be five bloodstains, deeply engraved on my heart.

I trembled my eyelashes, and something suddenly collapsed in my heart.

As if from an infinitely far away place, the familiar song floated again.This time, it was no longer the cheerful and throbbing electric guitar, but the clear and quiet sound of the piano.The melody lingering on the black and white keys, the male voice with a bit of regret and sadness, dissolves under the blue sky, reminding me in a trance that that summer has long gone and will never come back—forever, again Also, will not reproduce.

Behind the infinitely stretching dreams

Even if the world is false and changeable

don't lose yourself

Having beautiful memories of you makes me work harder

I stretched out my hand, but suddenly, I received my panic-falling tears.

I will never come back again - the people I like, the people I like, everything I like, are gone, long ago, the way I like.

And how ridiculous, the person who gave this final blow was actually myself——

I said that no matter what he did, I would forgive and understand.

But how should I forgive and forgive that—myself?

The whole world seemed to be muted.All that's left is me, and the song "Butterfly" that lingers in my ears and accompanies me and him through all the good times in memory.

A year ago, he scored the last goal, turned his head, raised a smile brighter than the sun at me, and stretched out his fist at me——

A year later, I stretched out my fist towards the display screen in front of me.But what fell above the line of sight was only his tired and numb side face——

But I still stubbornly bumped my fist towards the non-existent him.

"I'll be able to spread my wings and fly high - Onmylove -"

The clear male voice melted under the gradually collapsing sky.

Butterfly, fly away.

The author has something to say:

When writing this chapter, I deliberately opened the last chapter of the previous second volume, Chapter 25, I remember it clearly.

It's only 10 chapters, and it's been a spring and autumn for them, and it's been a spring for me.

The mobile phone at hand is playing the lyrical version of "Butterfly" over and over again. The teenagers who left home in the summer of 99 to save the earth have now passed a full 15 years from that glorious time.

So, how much do you still hold on to the original dream?

The butterfly has flown away.

We should go.

There are three more chapters to finish.