[Kuroko's Basketball] Miracle!

The champion of last year's national competition - the basketball club of Diguang Middle School, with more than one hundred members, is divided into the first team, the second team and the third team according to the level of strength.

During the fixed time of the department every afternoon, each team member will conduct different levels of training and ranking battles in the area belonging to their own team under the leadership of the designated person in charge.

Of course, the main draft team is absolutely different.

Totally different.

It is very different from the latter two relatively large teams. The first team where the main players are actually only has five people.

The guy next to him was startled suddenly: Wait——no, it seems that there is another one since last week?

That's right.

Heizi Tetsuya, whose name is very inconspicuous, was written at the end of the team list.

Just like his thin sense of existence, almost no one can tell when this second-year middle school student named Heizi joined the basketball club.

So, how did you quietly become one of the main candidates?

I'm afraid only the people who are in the selected team will know this.

When it comes to the outstanding candidates of the basketball department, the teachers and students of the whole school will be proud of them.

Last year, it achieved excellent results in the national competition, which made Teiko famous all over the country. Even the principal spoke highly of Teiko basketball club.

It is said that this is an extremely rigorous and serious team, and this is a team with excellent team spirit.

So, is this really the case?

Huang Lailiang clenched her lower lip unconsciously, and squeezed the handle of the door with both hands, she couldn't believe the beautiful rumors describing the Zhengxuan.

In the closed training field exclusive to Zhengxuan, brand-new basketballs are neatly arranged in the corner, one, two, three, four... There are four people in total in the field.

A classmate with purple hair who was sitting cross-legged on the ground holding snacks and eating non-stop, and a classmate with blue hair who was sleeping soundly while lying directly next to the basketball hoop with his arms pillowed on his head.

There is also a classmate with green hair who is sitting on a folding chair seriously, holding an unknown white paper book in his hand and carefully reading through it, and...

He was a red-haired boy who was just quietly writing something in the corner, but his existence couldn't be ignored.

In short, there is everything to do, but no one is doing anything related to basketball.

The so-called positive candidates... are indeed... different...

"These are the core of the Diguang Basketball Club?" The national champion?The strongest basketball team in Japan? !

Kise Ryota couldn't help but be speechless.

Hei Zizhe also nodded very seriously, his light blue eyes widened inadvertently, "Yes, everyone is very strong."

"This... cough..." It really needs to be verified.

Huang Lai Ryota covered her lips and coughed softly, looking sluggish, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that this place was very unreliable.

Kise scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his movements were careless, but they left a feeling of elegance and extremes.

Otherwise, go to the tennis club.

Instead of dawdling in such a team, it is better to find a slightly passionate sport to play properly.

"I think I'd better report..."

"Student Kise, please follow me. The director is just here, and he can directly handle the admission procedures for your class." Saying that, Kuroko Tetsuya disappeared from Kiseya's eyes again.

Kise Ryota's head was full of black lines, her hands were still in mid-air, she didn't hold them up, she didn't put them down, "Hey, at least listen to me first..."

If you want to say that the weirdest guy is being selected, it should be this classmate Heizi.

The purple-haired boy who was sitting in the middle of the venue and ate his nose suddenly moved his nose, and finally raised his head from the food pile, and said in surprise, "Xiao Hei Xiao Hei, are you here?"

The green-haired boy who was concentrating on reading turned his head sideways when he heard the sound, and the red-haired boy who was writing suddenly stopped writing.

A figure named Kuroko Tetsuya appeared in the arena without anyone noticing, walked up to the purple-haired boy silently, squatted down neatly and asked, "Mr. Murasakihara, are you calling me? "

Atsushi Ziyuan raised the corners of his lips lazily, held up a bag of potato chips and handed it to him, "Here, let's eat together, it's Xiao Hei's favorite limited-edition iced milkshake flavor!"

Kise, who was still poking at the door, was shocked. Do potato chips taste like iced milkshake?

"Thank you." Heizi took it without refusing, tore open the package and started eating.

Seeing him sitting next to her, Ziyuan said vaguely even though his mouth was full of delicious sticks, "Today is the first day of sale. It's very hard to queue up in the morning!"

Heizi paused and said, "That's why Ziyuan missed the morning meeting?"

Murasakihara said inarticulately, "Bingo, that's it!"

Hei Zizhe always had a scrupulous expression when he was chewing. It looked like he was doing his homework seriously, but the pouches with bulging cheeks were very cute.

He swallowed a mouthful of potato chips, and the fresh milk flavor spread deep in his mouth along with the cold feeling.

It is indeed a pure ice milkshake taste.

"Mr. Ziyuan, thank you for your hard work." He said with a straight face.

A gleam of happiness called happiness flashed in the iris-blue eyes. Although the speed was extremely fast, it was still caught by Ziyuan, who had excellent dynamic vision.

It is obviously a very shallow fluctuation, but it can make you unable to move your eyes and reminisce repeatedly.

Ziyuan happily chewed on the delicious stick, waved his hands casually and said, "Small, I didn't get called at the morning meeting today, and my attendance rate is very high this month!"

Heizi thought of Ziyuan, who had an attendance rate of less than 75% last month and was taken to the office to write a confession report, and said sincerely, "Congratulations."

"Hehe, thanks!"

This is Kise-san with excellent hearing and eyesight, "..."

So is there really no problem with such a basketball team?

Kise Ryota only felt that the black line on the top of his head became more obvious, why did this person eat with others?Have you forgotten what he brought me!

"I said classmate Heizi... you..." You?

Kise suddenly fell silent.

Because in an instant, the green-haired classmate who was sitting upright had closed the little white book, stood up and walked in front of Kise.

Kise was slightly taken aback by the inadvertent quickness and agility of his movements.

He pushed the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Kise with scrutiny, "A newcomer in the department? So that idiot Heizi brought him here directly again?"

How many times have I told him that newcomers must submit the form according to the procedure for registration, and the team level can only be determined after the data is analyzed in May.

But this yellow-haired... seems to be... different...

Midorima habitually caressed the center of the glasses frame, and a dark light flashed quickly in his half-closed eyes.

Before Huang Lai opened his mouth to explain his situation, the blue-haired boy who was sleeping under the basketball stand suddenly stood up, like a strong and vigorous cheetah, jumped up from the ground with a "shua".

There was still deep sleepiness in the voice, and he complained impatiently, "Ziyuan, the sound of you biting things is too loud, crunching like a squirrel."

A strand of purple hair stood straight up on the top of Ziyuan's head, and the purple hair bent into a contemptuous arc and aimed at the dark blue haired boy. He kept nibbling on the delicious stick, and mumbled, "Yo... Xiao Qingfeng ,Good morning."

Those who are familiar with him know Qingfeng's temper and habits. The first place where he reports to the school every day is not the classroom, but the basketball court for the training of the candidates.

Restoring sleep——became a must-do thing for Aomine Daiki every morning.

It is more positive than going to the classroom and waiting for the teacher to call names.

Aomine Daiki looked up and glanced at the blackbird-shaped wall clock on the wall directly in front of the court. In fact, he wanted to complain about Akashi's bad taste a long time ago. Why does every court have to hang blackbirds?

"It's getting late, Ziyuan!" He skipped the morning meeting, and even fell asleep in the two main classes in the morning.

Qingfeng stretched his waist, and when his slightly lazy eyes swept over a certain kite-blue haired boy next to Ziyuan, something inexplicable flashed across him without a trace.

He hooked his hands at the boy, and said in a hoarse voice, "Azhe, come here."

Heizi, who still had half a piece of potato chips between his lips, raised his face to meet his gaze.

It would be rude to continue chewing in this situation.

But if you don't eat it, it's unhygienic to take it out of your mouth with your hands...

In the end is to eat, or swallow?

Heizi stared blankly ahead, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Ziyuan snatched the piece from his mouth with a smile, and took the initiative to help him solve this problem, "Although Xiao Hei looks cute in a daze, it's true, but Xiao Qingfeng, don't be so obvious against me! Obviously Xiao Hei also eats snacks , why do you only say that I am like a squirrel?"

"Cut, foodie." Qingfeng frowned and glanced at Ziyuan, pulled Heizi who was sitting on the ground with one hand, hooked his neck tightly and said in a low voice, "Go, go practice with me."

"Ah? Oh." Heizi was about to nod.

At this moment, Midorima's voice came in very penetratingly, "Wait a minute, Aomine, Heizi."

"Huh? What?" Qingfeng lazily hung on the body of Heizi, who was much shorter.

Ziyuan dropped the half-eaten delicious stick, curled his lips, and hung it on the other half of Heizi's body.

The thin kite-blue boy silently bears the weight of two "monsters". In Akashi's words, what is this called?

Oh, right!

Alternative physical training.

Midorima rubbed his bandaged index finger, a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, "The newcomer brought by Heizi, Aomine, come and have a try with him."

"Huh?" Ziyuan and Qingfeng scratched their ears at the same time.

Heizi whose name was named blinked his big eyes incomprehensibly.

And the other "new" person who was mentioned was instantly stunned.

Zhengxuan blatantly oppresses newcomers who don't even know the rules?What's more, he was brought here just to sign up, and he hasn't even officially joined the basketball team yet.

80% of people who wear glasses are gentle scum - this sentence is really true!

Kise boldly guessed that the content of the little book this person was reading just now might be 18 ban SM games.

Midorima had a panoramic view of the reactions of several people, pushed his glasses, shifted his gaze to behind Kuroko and Aomine, and asked directly, "Akashi, what do you think?"

After hearing this name, several people collectively focused their attention on the red-haired boy named Akashi.

It seems that this is the head of the ministry?

Kise unconsciously tensed his body, his Adam's apple slipped gently.

In a trance, I heard the other party whisper, "Do as Midorima said."

It's that simple.