After taking the script that everyone hates BE, I was reborn [Comprehensive]

On the first day of the new semester, the classroom is always mixed with various voices.

Compared with the greetings of friends who haven't seen for a long time because of the holiday, the voices of friends who start to look for familiar friends after the shift are louder, until the moment the teacher appears, these voices will magically disappear again.

It was like magic, there was a sudden bang, and it was as quiet as if there had never been a sound.

"I won't say much about the precautions for the new semester. After three years in Diguang, everyone should be tired of hearing it. Today, a new student transferred here. There are not many transfer students in the third year of junior high school. The new students may have many difficulties. Everyone should help him a lot.”

"Yes--"

"Satou, come in."

pat.

Heizi Tetsuya flicked the ballpoint pen in his hand. He stared blankly at the black-haired boy walking in. His body was slightly stiff from being watched by everyone, and he wrote "Sato Tian" on the blackboard with his mouth pursed. .

"Sato, please introduce yourself briefly."

"Yes."

The black-haired boy smiled, and his voice was full of vitality: "I am Satota, please give me your advice."

"There is one seat in the last row, Sato, sit there."

"Yes."

Ah, it's finally over.

Sitting on the seat, Satoda relaxed physically and mentally. He didn't expect that he would have a day to introduce himself, and he felt really uncomfortable being stared at by a group of people.

Although someone's sight was still so dazzling that he wanted to hide.

Even if you have a weak sense of presence, you can't stare at yourself so blatantly, Heizi Tetsuya!

"Long time no see, Sato-kun."

"Mr. Heizi."

Satoda looked at the blue-haired boy in front of him. He looked very refreshing in his white school uniform. Compared with a basketball player, Heizi Tetsuya was more like a literary boy.

"Have you chosen the club you want to join, Sato-kun?"

"No, I'm in the third year of junior high school. I'm going to concentrate on my studies. I won't participate in clubs and the like."

"But the school requires you to choose a club." Hei Zizhe also took out the club application form and put it on Satoda's desk. He even prepared a pen and waited for Satota to fill out the application form.

"Is there no school club in Teiko?" Satoda looked at the densely packed club names, and his eyes were almost blurred. Is it so easy to create a club now?

"Satou-kun, don't you want to join the basketball club?" Heizi pointed to the basketball club that ranked first in clubs, staring at him expectantly with light blue eyes, with an aura of "choose this" and "choose the basketball club" all over his body.

"Well, I have no basketball foundation."

"It doesn't matter, Sato-kun, you can play tennis, it's all balls, there is no difference."

"No, no, it's very different. I really don't know how to play basketball!"

"Then there is no other way..." Heizi lowered his head in frustration, took out his mobile phone and typed the message, which made Satoda feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"Mr. Heizi, what are you doing?"

"Send a message to Akashi-kun, since you can't be soft, then you can only come hard." Said the threatening words with no expression on his face, Satoda's back was hairy, and such a pure and innocent face actually said such terrifying words.

"...I'll fill it out." With a wooden face, Satoda picked up the pen and filled out the registration form under Heizi Tetsuya's gaze. Heizi Tetsuya smiled when he finished the last stroke.

"That's great, we'll go to the basketball club together this afternoon."

"Yeah, that's great..."

Satoda, who lost his soul, suspected that in his life, he remembered that Heizi Tetsuya was obviously easy to talk to!Why is it so strong now?

Heizi took the registration form and left with satisfaction, Satoda was so depressed that he didn't want to talk, especially when he was dragged to the rooftop for dinner by Heizi during the lunch break, Satoda wanted to leave Teiko more and more.

Different from Qingxue and Shengdu, this group of regular candidates for the basketball club of Teiguang are all top-notch talents in the second grade in the third year of junior high school. The only one who can beat me is myself. Even my parents can’t forgive me. One line Compared with a middle school two, Satoda was so ashamed that he couldn't help but want to beat the ground in private in 1round.

He really didn't want to have such a shameful experience again.

"I can't believe that I just joined the basketball club." Satoda picked out the sour plums in the lunch box and looked at the miracles around him. His eyes hurt from seeing the colorful hair.

"Satou, don't you want to join the basketball club?" Kise Ryota stared at the sour plum in Sato's bento and shook it several times. The round sour plum finally stopped at the lower right end of the bento, and then he saw A pair of chopsticks picked up the sour plum, and then Satoda tilted his head and asked him:

"Do you want to eat? I've been staring at you for a long time."

"Ah, thanks."

Satoda put the sour plum into Kise's bento, then raised his chin and asked, "Don't you all have to worry about going to school?"

"Education?"

This kind of realistic question caught Aomine Daiki, he seems to have never considered such a thing, Sato, is he originally a person with this kind of personality?

The Sato Tian in his memory would only be a follower who followed behind them.

"After all, the high school entrance examination is also very important. If your studies are too poor and you don't have special points, it will be very difficult to get into a good high school."

"So Sato, isn't it a good time for you to join the basketball club?" Akashi smiled and said, "Teiko is most famous for the basketball club. If you, Sato, have competition experience, you can get extra points in your high school entrance examination."

"No, I'm a bad basketball player." He waved his hand and refused. Satoda already planned to enter the basketball club and just call it a name. Basketball is not suitable for him. Bumps and bumps on the court are common. His current The constitution is not suitable for excessive physical contact.

"Then start training hard now, and you should be able to play before the regional competition." Akashi calmly analyzed, seeing Satoda shaking like a sieve, he comforted:

"Don't worry, it's just a simple drill to make sure you can dribble and shoot."

"Can I say no?"

"No."

The unarranged Satoda regretted it the first second he entered the basketball club.

Now Teiko is most famous for the miracles of the basketball club. It’s hard not to be noticed when you stay with this group of geniuses, especially since Satoda is still a member of the Airborne Army and is directly a member of the First Army, so it’s inevitable that people will be watching .

"Really, I'm going crazy." The tracksuit on his body was already soaked in sweat, his palms were sticky, and his black hair stuck to the back of his neck was uncomfortable. Satoda raised his hair complainingly, wiped his face with the tracksuit, and showed A flat stomach.

"Sato-kun, pay attention to your image a little bit." Standing in front of Satota, Kuroko Tetsuya said helplessly, helping Satota protect his privacy.

"Satou, you're unexpectedly bold..." Midorima looked at Satota wearing a relatively loose jersey, not caring about the slipped shoulder straps, and even wanted to take off the jersey in disgust.

"I remember this jersey is Xiao Heizi's spare jersey, right?"

"Well, but Sato's physique is still much worse than that of Kuroko, and he has almost no muscles." Momoi Wuzuki analyzed Satota's body data. Compared with the people in the basketball team, Satota's figure is still too thin.

"Hey~" Atsushi Ziyuan stared at Satoda for a while, then walked over, the height of the little giant enveloped Satota, then he reached out and raised Satota, shaking it a few times.

As if he had discovered something miraculous, he exclaimed: "Really, Sato, you are so small~"

"...What should I react at this time?" Satoda looked at Atsushi Murasakihara's innocent and harmless appearance, as if he was really just curious about Satota's weight, and even holding Satota with one hand was no problem.

"Murushara-kun, can you let me down?" Satoda's voice contained anger, and no one would be happy to be played with as a toy.

"No." Atsushi Murasakihara held Satoda high, looking from the back like an adult bullying a child.

But, it was just a child~

His body is so thin, his face still has childish baby fat, and his hands are so small that he can't even support Heizi's ball uniform.

Atsushi Murasakihara wondered how Satoda could bear all their luggage by himself.

"Really, it's super small~"

Satoda: I suspect that you are implicating me.

"Atsushi, put Sato down." Akashi spoke, and Murasakihara ended the game with Sato Takao.

Judging by Sato Tian's black face, he should be angry.

"Are you okay, Sato?"

"Is my figure really that bad?"

"...It's nothing, Sato, as long as you exercise hard, you will always develop muscles." Akashi patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, which made Sato even more frustrated.

A little, not reconciled.

Satoda thought, obviously he had also exercised well, why his figure is still so poor, except that his flesh has become tight.

"How's the ball handling?" Akashi pinched Satota's forearm, he should have been exercising, and he had been asked to practice ball handling just now, and his arm didn't appear stiff.

"Fortunately."

"Open your hand and show me."

"Huh?" Satota opened his hand suspiciously, and Akashi saw that Satota's palm was free of calluses, very soft, with rounded fingertips, and he didn't look like a tennis player.

"Sato, you can play tennis, right?"

"Well, I will fight."

"Then have you participated in club exercises?"

"Eh? I didn't join the tennis club..." Satoda denied.

"What about your last match?"

"That's because a friend invited me to go. I didn't join the club. I can play tennis because I am occasionally entertained by my friends."

"So, did I get it wrong from the beginning?" Akashi covered his head, he thought that Satoda was the right choice, but he misjudged it...

"However, even if it is the first contact, the dribble has already reached the qualifying line." It has exceeded expectations, according to Sato's actual ability.

Akashi patted Satoda's head in satisfaction, saying that it was not bad, and continued to work hard.

"Practice pitching next." Akashi gave the order lightly, and Satoda resignedly picked up the basketball to practice, but he never scored a goal, quite a feeling of abandonment.

"Sato, don't move your posture when throwing the ball, it will affect the trajectory of the ball." Midorima instructed Sato from the side, holding his hand directly to adjust the posture and muttering: "Remember, the strength of the arm should not be biased when throwing the ball. Steer, throw as high as you can, with the legs leaning back a little bit, like this..."

He held Satoda's hand and threw the ball towards the basketball hoop. The orange ball circled around the hoop and fell tremblingly into the goal hoop.

thump—

strangeness.

Satoda blinked, feeling unexpectedly, very refreshing.

"What's wrong with you? Sato?" Midorima looked at Sato in a daze, and patted him on the shoulder to remind him to regain his senses.

"It's nothing, it's just, I didn't expect to score, it was unexpectedly refreshing~"

"Refreshing, you want to say happy."

"No, it's refreshing."

Satoda smiled happily: "Isn't it great to just shoot straight into the basket like that?"

boom--!

What, Midorima blushed, lowered her head with her fingers resting on her glasses.

This man, it's too foul to laugh.

The author has something to say: hello will always disappear, tired

☆、Dodgeball