[Kuroko's Basketball] Moe and Two

future challenges

Future challenges "That guy... what is he doing? Only one minute into the second quarter, the score difference of three goals was evened," looking at the exact same score on the timing board, the end of summer locked on August 1st. Frowning, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "How long has it been? The 'Generation of Miracles' has already been knocked out by two KO's by Aomine. If things continue like this, there really isn't anyone who can win against that guy."

"Not necessarily, the strongest in the 'Generation of Miracles'... seems to be their captain, but I haven't seen him play since the National Championships, so I don't know what it's like now." Kise Ryota, who has gradually become stronger, and Akashi, who has been leading the "generation of miracles" in the eyes of everyone, are synonymous with victory.

"Then I still have to see how many matches that guy has. I've been chasing after the preliminaries and now I'm exhausted."

"You don't need to watch every game. You don't need to watch some games where the cannon fodder school is definitely going to lose."

"No way... If any cannon fodder school shows up as a dark horse, what a pity I will miss it."

...Girl, you are really using a rope to kill Mr. Hei Qingfeng.

So far, no one in Haichang's team has been able to stop Qingfeng who is in full swing. From the beginning of the second quarter, Tonghuang scored all the way until he was more than ten points ahead of Haichang.

Standing in the stands, Sachiko watched the team led by her younger brother chasing the ball back and forth on the field, but the point difference was still widening. Every time the ball was passed to Kise Ryota, Aomine would cut it off without exception. It's really uncomfortable to say that taste.

"Although I want to see his expression when he loses the game, I really can't imagine Qingfeng losing in basketball. Haichang...can you do it?" Putting down the DV that had been held up for a few minutes, rubbing it felt a little sore On the right wrist, August [-] Xia Late seemed to be talking to himself.

"It will definitely work!" Sachiko didn't look at her, she kept her eyes on the court without blinking, and firmly said, "Haichang...it will definitely work, I believe in them!"

"Beep beep-"

The mobile phone in the pocket of his trousers rang to remind him of a text message, and he opened the lock screen with his index finger to see the familiar name "Rujiang Qinnan".

——Sachiko!Rivers and lakes emergency!Help me look up pictures of violet and lavender seeds, I got the seeds mixed up!Send me pictures on the computer!

Frowning, he subconsciously let out a dissatisfied "tsk", turned his head to watch the game gradually entering its fierce stage, and just wanted to ignore this text message cruelly, but unexpectedly, a second text message popped up again.

——Help me quickly!The minister is furious!Hurry up! ! !

She knew her minister's character of denying her relatives by saying that she was right and punished. According to this situation, if she really pretended not to see it like this, Qin Nan would definitely die.

Stamping her feet very annoyingly, Xingzi circled around twice angrily, seeing the figures of the familiar teenagers still sweating on the field, and thinking of the crying friends in the corner, she finally made up her mind Turning his head, he hurriedly said goodbye to Xia Mo, who he had just met on August [-]st, and left the stadium to look around for Internet cafes.

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After she finished dealing with the series of messy things, nearly half an hour had passed, and she hurried back to the gymnasium, and saw the number 110:98 displayed on the timing board hanging in the center of the arena, The time position number was reset to zero, and she seemed to be able to hear the echo of the whistle announcing the end of the game in her ears.

Haichang...lost.

Sachiko was standing at the door of the auditorium. The distance was too far and only a few figures could be discerned. As she approached slowly, she could gradually see the numbers on the uniforms worn by the players.

Wearing a white jersey, No. [-] stretched out his arms to support his No. [-] player on the same team. Due to the height difference, the two supporting each other looked a little staggering and embarrassed.

Holding on to the railing, she stretched her neck and looked towards the arena. She could vaguely see the boy with a shiny golden head wiping his face with his hands, as if crying.

At that moment, Sachiko suddenly felt that she was more sad than when she heard that her younger brother lost the first round at this time last year. She was so sad that she was so numb that it seemed that she had lost her pain nerves.

I still remember at this time last year, Yukio Kasamatsu, who had just been appointed as the captain of the Haichang basketball team, told her earnestly that he still wanted to win the national championship, and the first trophy was the meaning of his captaincy.

But all this...

"Although it's a bit like a cat crying for a mouse, but I have to say that the top eight is also a very good ranking. Think about it," the girl who stayed in place watching the game from the beginning to the end comforted with a pair of indigo eyes, and then He took out the memory card from the DV player and handed it to her, and continued, "I've been filming since you left, you can go home and watch the whole game."

"...Thank you." Sachiko who no longer knew what to say thanked palely, then took the memory card from the girl blankly.

"Don't thank me, Kasamatsu-senpai and his teammates are very strong, even though I don't know anything about basketball, I still think they are very strong. This game was very exciting--the only regret is that I didn't capture Aomine's expression like eating Xiang .”

... Needless to say, the latter sentence is very affecting the atmosphere of the girl.

Xingzi packed the memory card and ran out of the gymnasium. She couldn't imagine what her brother looked like now, she just wanted to... find him sooner, see him sooner, tell him sooner——

... No, she didn't know what she should say, but she always felt uneasy if she wasn't by his side now.

The twins have a more subtle telepathy than ordinary people. Now Sachiko feels that her nose is sore, but she can't shed a single tear. The only reasonable explanation is probably... Kasamatsu Yukio has already shed all the tears for both of them up.

The wind whistled past his ears, and he gradually started to run, making the surrounding scenery start to fast forward and gradually blurred into one piece.

She shook her head to get rid of the disturbing guesses in her mind, but unexpectedly, one crashed into a broad chest, and the tip of her nose hurt.

"Ah...? Sachiko...sister...? Why are you here?" The severely exhausted boy was hit by her so that his center of gravity became unsteady and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Moriyama who was on the side quickly supported him.

"...Sorry, I'll talk about these small things later, whoever of you can lend me your backstage pass." Sachiko slowly recovered, then slowly raised her head, and saw the familiar handsome face, caught a glimpse of the other party between Immediately after picking up the passport next to the pocket of the uniform, he left them and ran to the destination without looking back.

"Speaking of... where did senior go?" Probably due to physical exhaustion and severe hypoxia, Kise Ryota's brain was always aching and blank, but he recovered a lot after being bumped by Sachiko Kasamatsu just now. The slender phoenix eyes glanced around and did not see the figure who gave him countless supports and trusts on the field, so he subconsciously asked, "Have you not come out of the locker room yet?"

"For now... don't go looking for him, Kise," Moriyama Yutaka held down Kise Ryota who was about to turn around and go back the same way, and then advised, "Leave him alone."

"At this time..." The blond boy slowly moved away the hand on his shoulder, and then said every word solemnly as if swearing, "How can I leave senior alone at this time."

His physical strength has not yet recovered, and Sachiko has been away for a few minutes, so he watched the girl skillfully deal with the staff and then pushed open the door of the dressing room.

To be honest, the crying in the locker room was very depressing, the sound was very low and very small, and could only be heard when walking very close to the door. On weekdays, his senior, who had always been his most trusted supporter, was crying like a child, hugging the girl who looked nine times like him, and resting his chin on the thin shoulder of the other party.

For the first time in his life, Kise Ryota felt that losing the game was a feeling that was more sad than himself.

This is probably what Xiao Heizi said, the feeling of a team losing?Feeling more sad than losing yourself?

He thought of those seniors on the court who constantly screened for him, assisted him, and put all their energy into preventing the point difference from widening in order to let him better and more perfectly imitate Xiao Qingfeng's basketball style. Kasamatsu-senpai is like this...?

Compared with my unwillingness to lose this time... it was more sad, sad, very sad.

It is sad to think that Haichang will stop in the top eight of the national competition like this;

Seeing Senior Kasamatsu's unwilling tears;

Ahhh, anyway, I'm in a bad mood. Compared to the usual times when I lost and cried for a while, then shouted "revenge" full of fighting spirit, this time it seems that the whole person is... downright sad.

He straightened up slowly, his long golden bangs covered the young man's long and narrow phoenix eyes, this time he didn't shed a single tear.

Something that has never been seen in the past flashed in the covered eyes.

"Kose, haven't you left yet?" A lazy voice sounded from behind him, with the sound of not waking up.

Turning his head, he saw a boy with a dark skin that was different from ordinary Asians looking at him with a sports bag slung across his shoulders. His dark blue eyes were full of sleepiness. He always felt that except on the court, he always looked like a She didn't seem to wake up.

"Yeah, I'm here to find someone, but now it seems that I can take the fight to Xiao Qingfeng by the way."

"Huh? What are you talking about idiot," Aomine Daiki rubbed his short indigo hair, his sleepy look suddenly became sharper, "The only one who can beat me... is myself."

"I will definitely win, Xiao Qingfeng," the blond boy's eyes burst out with a desire to win. He suddenly realized that he really should do something for this team, so that he is worthy of those seniors who trusted him unconditionally. The narrow and long eye ends were raised, and the boy's brows and eyes became bright with this expression full of fighting spirit, "Wait for me..."

"In the Winter Cup."