[Black Basket] With the miracle

Pulling out a jackknife, Goto Kazuya walked a few steps closer and stopped again.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, I don't want to really kill you."

With a relaxed tone, Kazuya Goto twirled the folding knife around his fingertips.

"Just, I just wanted to take some pictures or something."

His eyes fell on Akimoto Weiyou, and he looked him up and down. In Akimoto Weiyou's eyes, it was really...

too disgusting.That kind of people.

Shocked and disgusted at the beginning, Misuke Akimoto began to think about the current situation.

It's just that she desperately found that everything was quite unfavorable to her.

There is a threat of sharp knives on the back, and you can touch it with a little movement; the person behind seems to put a hand on her casually, but holds her tightly so that she cannot move.

Under such circumstances, it is extremely irrational to save yourself or call for help.

Kazuya Goto has already called up the camera function of his mobile phone, and he even casually took pictures of the experimental results.

The people behind were dissatisfied: "Kazuya, you should move quickly, be careful that someone will come over later."

"I know, I know."

Goto Kazuya came over again.

Akimoto Misuke closed his eyes.

Could it be that this kind of person was allowed to succeed?

Why did I grow into what I am now...

"The best way to treat people who bullied you is to bully them back."

A voice sounded in my mind.That's what she's been adhering to for nearly three years.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Facing Akimoto Misuke's eyes, Goto Kazuya, who had already raised his jackknife, also took a few steps back in fright.

"you……!"

Having made up his mind, Misuke Akimoto was about to move when the voice that was still echoing in his head suddenly rang out in the alley.

...so real at one point that she thought it was just an illusion.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

The man was talking lazily, stepping on the "corpse" that was abused by Misuke Akimoto a few minutes ago on the ground, and walked slowly and steadily.

He is tall and straight, with an unruly expression, although he does not have the effect of the holy light behind his back, to Akimoto Miyu, he is already the existence of a god.

"That Kondo or something, and the gorilla behind, bullying a girl like this... Well, although sometimes you can't be considered a woman, but you really are..."

Aomine Daiki shook his head disdainfully, with a contemptuous expression.

"Scum."

The next development of the situation, Misuke Akimoto leaned against the wall and watched silently.

Enraged, the kidnapper duo rushed forward and wanted to fight Aomine Daiki, but the latter was not called the ACE of the basketball team for nothing, and they were easily eliminated.

After watching a group of people escape from the alley with each other supporting each other, Daiki Aomine turned his head to look at Misuke Akimoto with a mocking face.

"Hmph, it looks like that's the same thing with you."

Picking up the schoolbag on the ground, Akimoto Misu looked up at him.

"Although it is true that I should thank Aomine-kun for his actions just now, even if you don't come, I still have a way."

...Just say thank you, okay?

Aomine Daiki felt powerless every time he saw Akimoto Misu.

"Speaking of which, when I first walked in, I seemed to see what you were going to do..."

Frowning, Aomine Daiki was a little puzzled.

"I just want to lean back on the dagger and make those people real murderers."

Speaking calmly, Akimoto Miyu's expression made it impossible to see that the words just now were just a joke.

"If you're lucky, you may only stay in the hospital for a few days, but it's enough to punish them."

"...you are crazy!"

Unbelievable, Aomine Daiki opened his eyes wide.

"Normal people wouldn't do that!"

"There's no such thing as crazy or not. Someone taught me that."

Akimoto Misuke replied calmly.

"The best way to treat people who bullied me is to bully them back."

"In the situation just now, I just chose an extreme approach."

This woman is too unreasonable...

After hearing this, Aomine Daiki just wanted to touch his forehead, but he heard the phone vibrate behind his heels.

Turning around to look, it was Misuke Akimoto's cell phone that fell here during the fight just now, even the flip cover of the cell phone was lifted.

"Is this your phone?"

He bent down to pick it up.

But at this moment, Akimoto Miyu's expression changed drastically.

"Wait, don't move—"

"Huh? Why..."

Aomine Daiki had already picked it up, and subconsciously glanced at the phone screen.

"..."

"..."

On the phone screen was an image that Aomine Daiki was no stranger to.

Probably this picture was taken with a mobile phone, the pixels are not very clear, but it is still easy to tell what kind of content it is.

That was his impression of the second grade in China. He was still wearing the uniform of the Teiko Middle School basketball team, holding a basketball in his arms, sweating profusely, but smiling vigorously, and his dark skin set off his exposed teeth. more white.

If I remember correctly, this should be the photo album only owned by the former Teiko Middle School "Age of Miracles".

For a while, the alley was silent, only the whistling of the cold wind blowing past and lingering in my ears, and the relatively silent breathing of the two.

Suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, Akimoto Misu narrowed his eyes, raised his head and tried to look directly at the past.

However, if you look closely, you can find that her eye sockets are reddish and her eyes are moist.

As if passing through several years of time, Akimoto Weiyu felt that she had seen the original short, thin, and cowardly self.

At this time, they will all have the courage to say the words that have been hidden in their hearts for a long time.

"Aomine-kun, do you know that if you always help a girl, it's easy for the other girl to have a good impression of you."

"... Please guess, I have helped me so many times, so how much I should like Aomine-kun now."

"Looking Like a Tiger" ([-])

The summer of the second year of middle school should be a turning point in Akimoto Misuke's life.

At that time, Akimoto Misuke was as excellent in character and learning as he is now, but thin and pale, submissive, he was always the key observation object of the head teacher, Ms. Katagiri, but the latter should not be too obvious.

After a mischievous boy deliberately knocked over the workbook that Misuke Akimoto was going to send to the staff room, Katagiri, who happened to pass by the corner of the stairs, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stopped the boys who tried to step on them a few times.

Staring angrily at the backs of those fleeing in despair, Katagiri knelt down to help Misuke Akimoto tidy up the exercise books scattered all over the floor.

She muttered: "I really have to give them a good lesson when I go back!"

"……Thank you."

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, Akimoto Misuke thanked him softly.

Sighing, Katagiri grabbed all the workbooks forcefully, and touched Akimoto Misuke's head with his free hand.

"Oh, you child."

After thinking about it, Katagiri asked her, "Does Akimoto like to watch basketball games?"

Shaking his head honestly, Akimoto Misu replied: "I don't like watching it very much, mainly because I don't understand it."

Indeed, she glanced at her father a few times while watching TV, but for this kind of competition where a few people spent a lot of effort to fight for a small orange ball, running back and forth across the field, Akimoto Misu said that she really couldn't see any fun.

And it looks so savage.

When he saw the scene on TV where a tall player broke his nose because of colliding with an opposing player, and then his face was covered in blood, Misuke Akimoto secretly added the above sentence in his heart.

"Well, the basketball game is indeed a bit boring for girls, but it's youth, youth!"

With a ticket between his fingertips, Katagiri stuffed it neatly into Misuke Akimoto's uniform pocket.

"This is the ticket for the middle school basketball finals in Tokyo this weekend. Go to the scene and experience it."

Walking in the spacious and bright corridor, Katagiri kept chanting to Misuke Akimoto.

"Student Qiuyuan, you really don't like contact with the outside world. Young people really need to be more lively..."

Blinking his eyes, Akimoto Misu felt that it was a blessing to have such a head teacher.

She nodded slightly: "well, I will go on the weekend."

A promise is a promise, but when the weekend comes, standing outside the gym...

Akimoto Misu felt that she was about to suffocate.

Seeing the uneasiness and shrinking of the girls around him when facing the turbulent crowd, Katagiri put his arms around her shoulders and gave her a comforting smile: "It's okay, just follow the teacher."

Cautiously passing through the crowd, after a lot of hard work, finally sat down in the reserved seat, Akimoto Miyou stroked his chest, still a little bit unable to recover.

"Okay, there are a lot of people..."

"Of course, everyone came to watch the game for those players from the Teiko Middle School basketball club."

Beginning to explain enthusiastically, Katagiri pointed to the players who had already entered the field to introduce.

"...The shortest but imposing boy is more organized than their captain; the tall guy next to him looks lazy, right? But for the opponent, he is an impregnable existence... ..."

At this time, a dark-skinned boy rushed over, talking excitedly, but was hit in the abdomen by a pink-haired girl beside him, and then closed his mouth resentfully.

Katagiri's tone suddenly changed.

She admired: "...that child is a truly talented player."

Looking over suspiciously, Akimoto Weiyu felt that he hadn't found anything special about those people either.