[Kuroko's Basketball] Miracle!

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Heizi knew where Lujian's house was, but he didn't know that Lujian actually lived alone.

Because it looks really big from the outside of Midorima's house, and it looks even bigger when you walk into the yard. Although it is also a two-story independent building, the short and fat little house of Heizi's house is absolutely incomparable to this one. of.

The green grass, the rustling small bridge, and the beautiful scenery in the yard, it must take time and effort to take care of it, it doesn't look like a house where one person lives.

In a place like Tokyo where every inch of land is rich in gold, such a big yard and big house must be considered a mansion!

Shintaro Midorima lives alone in a mansion...doesn't it feel empty?

Heizi said "Excuse me", and slowly used the key blade to open the entrance door of Midorima's house, but he didn't need to take off his shoes. The schoolbag he was looking for was lying on the ground at the door.

It can be said that it takes no effort at all.

Heizi picked up Midorima's satchel, locked the door carefully, and double-checked it.

He didn't wantonly observe the specific appearance of the room while there was no one at home, because such behavior was extremely impolite to Heizi.

Returning quickly, Heizi found that Midorima cleaned the dishes faster than him.

The green room, which was washing its hands, raised its eyelids when it heard the door closing, and said, "Just find a place to put it for a while."

"Okay." Heizi glanced at the black bird clock on the wall. There was no morning exercise in the morning, so even if he got up late, he still had plenty of time.

Even if he leaves 10 minutes later, he will be the first person in the class.

However, today he is not alone.

Heizi put the schoolbag in Lvjian away, walked to the refrigerator, thinking about bringing out some fruit to entertain the "guests".

When he gets along with Midorima, the atmosphere is always a bit weird, neither of them talkative, that kind of feeling can be called stiff or warm...it doesn't count.

But the scene in the refrigerator left him stunned.

His fingers were still pinching the doorknob of the refrigerator door, and his eyes were fixed on the neatly arranged semi-finished vanilla pudding on the cabinet door, as well as the fruits and vegetables on the refrigerated grid. They were organized in an orderly manner and looked extremely comfortable.

Heizi moved his hand, reached out and held a jar of hot sauce.

"Did you have this thing in the refrigerator before?" He muttered in a low voice, for a moment he forgot that his original intention was to take fruits, and instead researched some foods and condiments that he had never seen before.

And this little box, what's in it?

"what is this?

"That one is mashed garlic, and the one next to it is wasabi." Midorima wiped his hands clean, was taking care of his fingers meticulously, and then carefully tied the bandages.

These things are all carried in the schoolbag, and Heizi just brought him the schoolbag, and there is still some free time, which is just enough.

"Mashed garlic?" It seems that they have never been used?

Heizi unconsciously scratched his hair which was still damp. It is true that he hadn't looked at his refrigerator very carefully.

It's not that I haven't tried to learn how to cook. No matter how much effort I put in, how hard I try to study hard, but I don't know how to get started, the pot will be damaged.

He hadn't made anything other than hard-boiled eggs and reheated frozen instant meals.

At this time, Heizi couldn't help but envy Mr. Lvjian, who is black-hearted and skillful. Everyone has some advantages and special features, but I... don't seem to have any.

Lost in the crowd and cannot be found, always ignored, always so inconspicuous...

Midorima suddenly reached out and stroked his hair, rubbing it wildly, "You have."

Heizi looked at him blankly, "???"

have what?

"Cough..." Midorima withdrew her unconsciously protruding paw, and put a fist on her lips instead, covering the upturned corner of her mouth, "It's nothing, just remember, you have it."

"Huh? Oh." What is there?

Heizi took out two peaches in a daze, washed them, and handed Midorima a larger one.

Seeing that the light blue eyes had returned to their usual waveless calm, Midorima tied the bandage on the last finger, took back the tools in satisfaction, and took a bite of the peach with his left hand.

Very sweet, it is indeed something that Heizi would like to eat.

From the unexpected meeting last night, going home together, to the meat pie incident this morning, the refrigerator incident... Somewhere, something is always doomed inadvertently.

Maybe, they used to have a mediocre relationship, but maybe from this moment on, something is different.

At least, Heizi no longer finds Luma difficult to get along with. Apart from his occasionally vicious mouth, this person has a good heart.

He is good at cooking and housework, no wonder he is called a housekeeping madman by the female students in the class.

You know, most of the students who are good at home economics are girls, and Midorima is one of the very few who stands out from the group of men.

Last year's home economics department's final grade, Lujian was the first in the school, compared to all the housekeeping girls who were soft-handed.

Carrying the same style of lunch box cloth, the two walked down the same street they walked through last night.

Sure enough, there was no one else in the classroom.

Midorima put away her schoolbag and began to check today's class schedule, while Heizi took all the books out of the bag first and placed them neatly on the table.

This is the best way to prove that you have really appeared.

Midorima caught a glimpse of Kuroko's movements, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips curved a few degrees unconsciously.

Sometimes it seems quite interesting to see him tossing about by himself.

"Isn't that... Murasakihara's schoolbag?" Midorima's gaze was fixed on the desk obliquely in front of him. The gorgeous purple schoolbag, if it's not Murasakihara's, who else?

It turns out that this guy came earlier than them. It's strange. It's not cloudy or raining. Is the king Ziyuan who has been late for ten thousand years ready to change his ways?

This is even less likely than Bi Heizi suddenly being able to cook, Midorima doesn't believe it at all!

"Hmph, it has nothing to do with me." It was rare for him to go to the ministry to find a place to read in the morning. Although the first period was an English class that he hated very much, it was... different.

At this moment, there are only the two of them in the classroom.

If he went to the Ministry now, Ziyuan could easily hook up an idiot with potato chips, touch and knead an idiot who didn't even know he was being eaten tofu.

Every time Midorima saw it, his fist would itch.

"There is a quiz this morning." If he remembered correctly, the English teacher deliberately reminded him of this the day before yesterday.

After speaking, Midorima did not get the expected response.

Because Heizi is no longer in his seat...

Midori, "..."

The idiot!

Leave without saying hello!

Heizi did go to the first team's training ground, but not for Ziyuan.

In fact, he didn't even see Ziyuan's schoolbag, it's just because he didn't do morning exercises this morning, and he wanted to make up for his usual morning training.

However, Murasakibara, who was lazily slapping the ball with her back against the wall, didn't think so.

"Xiao Hei Hei, you must have come here specifically to find me." Zi Yuan murmured to himself in a low voice, the sleepy heart that got up in the early hours of this morning and ran to line up at the door of Seven to buy limited edition delicious bars, Suddenly became excited.

The laziness between the brows has also been diluted a lot, and at this moment, there is actually a feeling of high spirits.

Murasakihara touched his cheek with some amusement, it seemed that it was the first time for him to show such a vivid expression.

"Little Heizi, do you want to run laps with me?" After Ziyuan finished speaking, Heizi's body froze, "Huh? Little Heihei?"

"Ah, good." Heizi recovered and nodded in response.

At this time, he had already changed his team uniform, walked to the door and paused in Midorima's footsteps, snorted and sneered, "You're doing well, Atsushi Murasakihara."

There is a saying that goes well, every morning when I wake up, I see Ziyuan being lazy.

Ziyuan is very talented in basketball in terms of height and physical fitness, but he doesn't have much interest in basketball. If he can be lazy, he will be lazy.

Basketball is definitely ranked after eating, drinking, and sleeping, but today the sun is really coming out from the west, and someone actually took the initiative to train?

Hmph, don't think he didn't see the bruises under Ziyuan's eyes, this kid must have gotten up early to queue up to buy snacks again, at this time in the past, he should have found a warm place in the venue with his schoolbag in his arms to catch up on sleep.

Today, very unusual.

But Midorima felt that those had nothing to do with him.

He has no right to prevent Heizi from contacting other people, and he is not mine, nor is he, so why should I care about him.

Midorima squeezed the little squirrel figurine in his hand, turned and left, and went to find another place to warm up.

Out of sight out of mind.

Someone's hand on the idiot's shoulder really makes people want to %￥#*...

Ziyuan pricked up his ears to listen to the footsteps gradually going away. After a moment of silence, he kept hugging Heizi's shoulders. Later, he put his whole body on the shoulders of the thin and thin man. Thinking about something.

Although... I don't know why Ziyuan-san came over suddenly, but...he was a little bit overwhelmed, "Murakuhara-kun?"

"Mr. Ziyuan?"...

"Ah? Well, I'm here!" After being called several times before regaining consciousness, Ziyuan tilted her body to reduce the pressure.

However, people still don't want to wake up.

Atsushi Ziyuan, who was more than two meters tall, silently looked at a skinny man who was less than 1.7 meters tall. Although he was short in stature, he was... very comfortable.

The body is very comfortable.

Heizi didn't expect that Ziyuan would still hang on to himself after being reminded by him, "Mr. Ziyuan, don't you want to run around?"

The voice was still as calm as water, and Ziyuan rubbed his head in frustration, imitating Qingfeng's appearance and messing up Heizi's blue hair, and he felt a little better.

Compete with nature, and you will lose!

Ziyuan shook his head, and finally stood up straight reluctantly, "Run, run, hurry up, I should regret it later."

Heizi lowered his eyes, "Yes."

Ziyuan paused, and said, "I queued up today to buy a mousse milkshake-flavored delicious bar, and after running around...we can..."

Heizi raised his head quickly, "Mousse milkshake?"

Murasakihara, "..."

The frustration suddenly grew stronger.

There was no reaction when he was pressed on him, but when the milkshake was mentioned, his eyes lit up!Maybe even he himself didn't notice the subconscious expression... That moment of radiance was so beautiful.