About me getting up at 04:30 every day for the basketball and volleyball club

The rain stopped around [-]pm.

The sky spanned from the dim morning to the dim evening, and the sun seemed to disappear without finding a moment to poke out from behind the clouds.

This kind of low-brightness world always makes people feel unreal.

The venue and dormitory selected for the training camp are all on the edge of the Tama River, but not in Xiaogu Campus.

If I remember correctly, there is a one-way distance of about 3000 meters from the back kitchen of the cafeteria to the nearest convenience store outside.

Assuming that factors such as pace and physical exertion are not considered, according to the walking speed of an ordinary girl, the distance of 3000 meters will take 10 to [-] minutes.

Plus the return journey, that's four 10 minutes.

—How long has it been since now?

Gong Yoo touched the four pockets on his body, there was no smart phone, and they were empty.

And as a volleyball setter who doesn't run long-distance running, he doesn't have an electronic watch on his wrist, not even a wrist guard.

The somatosensory time was not accurate, but Gong Yoo quickly came to a conclusion.

Kiyose Saitsusui only took about half an hour for the 6000-meter round trip from the back kitchen of the training cafeteria to the convenience store outside.

She didn't open her lips to breathe with her mouth, but the ups and downs of her chest and her wind-blown face indicated that she had just run 6000 meters, or walked 2000 meters and ran 4000 meters—in short, every human run has a Reasonably, this inevitability can even be traced back to the forest ancient ape, the ancestor of human beings 2000 million years ago, and their running was purely for escape or hunting.

So what is Kiyose Saitsuru running for?

She breathed slightly short of breath until she slowly approached here, but she couldn't return to her usual speed.

In order not to let the drenched situation in the morning happen again, she changed into a pair of tennis skirt pants.

But in Gong Yoo's eyes, there is only the difference between two black buckwheat noodles and two white noodles soaked in water.

When he stepped on her hips before, he had concerns about whether her knees would be crushed if he stepped on her too hard.

But how far does this go?The physique is really bad enough.

This thought circled around Gong Yoo's heart, echoing like the wind blowing through a wind chime, rippling like a stone thrown into a pond, like a child counting.

The "one" is definitely followed by a "two" out loud.

How far did this go?The physique is really bad enough.

But if there are no mistakes in his few remaining memories that have been cleaned up, it seems that Zuo Hesheng's health has not been very good since he was a child.

And today, she was drenched in rain, blown by wind, sneezed, and even ran...

According to the cliché of mom's favorite late-night show, she should have fallen long ago.

Gong Yoo opened his mouth, wanting to call her out.

But for him, off the court, wanting to do and doing can be separated.

Because he is handsome and smart.

Because he is bold and surly.

Because he is excellent and has a promising future.

With time, Gong Yoo will surely become the most outstanding setter in Japan.

Countless expectations neither flattered him nor crushed him, but rather like the weight-bearing vest worn on his body during special training, it made every step Gong Yoo took more steadfast—but unfortunately, This kind of maturity in mentality has not been reflected in daily life from the field.

He is still the kid who will call out two after calling out one, and his preference for things is always more inclined to the decisive side.

We all know that children are simple creatures who yearn for something and want to be something.

So Gong Yoo became someone who would quarrel with Gong Ji when he was unhappy.

Seeing that Miyaji is even more upset, he will fight with him.

The best toss with all your heart, and if you don't hit it well, you will call the opponent a waste of idiots and fools.

——became such a person who didn't bother to be euphemistic at all, and who was so straightforward that people wanted to scold him, "You are such a free and easy fool" in addition to wanting to hit his mind.

To make this kind of person shut up, there is no other way but for him to choose silence.

Gong Yoo watched her approach.

Go to the only dry step under the eaves and stand still.

He swallowed the syllables he wanted to pronounce one by one.

……

"Morning Saku." Sai Tsurusheng called out to the person in front of him.

From just now, her throat has been a little uncomfortable, and her temples seem to be pressed hard with protruding metacarpal bones by someone making a fist.

So she had no choice but to reduce the volume of her voice to alleviate the abnormal loss of her physical strength.

"?"

The boy leaning on the eaves pillar raised his head, and his chin, which was tightly wrapped by a mask on weekdays, was also exposed from the stand-up collar of the sportswear that was zippered to the top.

"Why, why aren't you wearing a mask?" Zui Hesheng tilted his head and coughed.

"There was no one here before you came." Sakuza said while lowering his head.

He wasn't used to Kiyose Saitsusuru looking at himself unscrupulously.

Even if it wasn't malicious, her gaze would create tiny stings on his skin.

"Then you, cough, have you eaten yet?" Zui Hesheng also closed her mouth when she coughed, her cheeks puffed up briefly.

Saku looked at her early, and a place in his heart suddenly sank.

Then he quickly withdrew his gaze, and replied casually: "Yes."

"Hey...it's a lie." She sniffed, the tip of her nose and her cheeks were a little red.

But Sakusa Seiko knew very well that this was different from the situation she had faced with Ushishima Wakali.

This time it should be a real hit.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Because you are not the most afraid of Sakuzao—"

"Didn't eat!"

He truncated her attempt to state the truth, as if by the time she finished her sentence, the little friendship they had had was about to be thrown into the wastebasket.

"……I did not eat."

Sakusa Seiko frowned, and finally succumbed to the gaze of those warm brown eyes.

Are you satisfied now?

There is not much dissatisfaction with this question.

Or perhaps more helpless.

"Here."

The plastic bag made a clattering sound and was handed to him.

"what?"

Sakuya lowered his eyes and saw the label paper pasted on the plastic cover, with the words "chicken cutlet set meal" printed on it.

"It's for you." Kiyose Saitsuru was wearing short sleeves, and there were many small bumps on her arms from the cold, and the purple blood vessels on the inside made her wrists even paler.

"I bought a few more. If you know anyone who didn't want to eat because of my previous... um, mistake, give them the rest."

what……

"So you ran away just now because you went out to buy bento?" Sakuya took the plastic bag from her hand, and his fingertips were colder than expected, as if his blood had stagnated.

"Well...but I only have enough money to buy this." The voice also sounded quite tired, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

Speaking of which, what kind of relationship does that Miya Yoo from Inarizaki have with her?

The twins got most of the attention from the moment they walked in the door.

After all, this five-thousandth miracle is rare in daily life.

And the blond-haired setter among them, judging from his performance, is not only an extremely unpleasant genius, but also a good at provoking people.

How do you know someone like that?

It's okay to know each other.She also allowed him to hold hands like no one else...

Sakuhaya was carrying the plastic bag.

The body temperature on a typhoon day seems to have dropped a lot with the gloomy sky, and he can feel the hot air overflowing from the opening of the plastic bag.

Heat flows upward, cold air sinks.

But speaking of it... why is my face so red when my fingertips are so cold?

What did he think of: "I'm sorry."

However, before touching the skin under the girl's forehead, the hand was opened.

"...Gong Yu." Sakuzao Seiko saw the person coming, narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

The moment just now was enough for him to have tens of thousands of contacts with Gong Yoo's flora.

He rubbed the back of his hand against the tracksuit, but without alcohol, even psychological comfort had little effect.

He frowned in disgust, and then heard a sneer.

"The guy who would feel disgusted even when others approached, suddenly took the initiative to touch other people-what do you mean?"

People who answer questions with questions are really annoying.

However, what made Sakuzao even more uncomfortable was the cold smile on Gong Yoo's face for no reason.

"Or do you want me to make my words clearer?" Gong You sneered, "Because she sneezed and threw away all the food, and now the person who is going to enjoy the bento she ran out to buy with peace of mind, what hypocrisy is here? ?”

The facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

One-sided impressions are not always useless.

At least there is nothing wrong with the fact that Gong Yoo is a guy who can easily provoke the anger of others.

The best way to deal with this kind of people is to ignore them.

However, from the perspective of materialist dialectics, specific problems must be analyzed in detail.

The same method may work for others, but it may not work for Gong Yoo.

This time, he didn't even have the patience to open Sakuhaya's hand again, but took Motsuruo directly, and strode away.

For a moment, Sakusa Seiko almost thought that he had become the air in their eyes.

He wanted to catch up.

But Zui Hesheng was led by Gong You, so he obediently followed behind him without struggling or looking back.

And so the thought disappeared silently.

Like a soap bubble that a child accidentally popped.

……

Zuo Hesheng felt that his world was spinning.

Keep spinning.

And there are many white, powdery flashes like stardust constantly popping out in front of my eyes.

This situation started from the moment Gong Yoo appeared.

Probably because after seeing Gong Yoo, all the tense nerves were relaxed—because with Gong Yoo, she would not have to talk to Sakuzao for a short time, and she would not have to mobilize dozens of dollars on her face Muscles stiffened into a smile.

Anyway, Gong Yoo has always been good at speaking.

Since he was a child, he has been able to confidently speak of black as white.

And no matter what he wanted to say to Sakuzao, she could always get half a minute and a minute of rest.

But what did Gongyou and Sakuzao say?

This is what she wants to know.

However, the tinnitus did not give her a chance to listen openly.

Coupled with previous sneezing, throat discomfort, etc., are all signs of a cold.

The last thing he thought was that he had to take medicine.

You have to eat when you go back.

Then quickly wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep.

She's really messed up today.

You shouldn't walk around in a typhoon day.

The price of disrespect for nature is often severe.

This is obviously an obvious truth that can be summed up in the long history of mankind.

If you don't listen to the words of the predecessors, you will suffer in front of your eyes.

Zui Tsurusheng lowered his head and stared at Gong You's heels. If someone could open her celestial cover now, maybe they could pull out a ball of wool that looked like a cat had scratched it.

She spread out in a mess.

Apart from the little white stars, the variegated floor receding like flowing water, and Gong You's heels.

It seems to have walked out of the double shadow quickly.

Speaking of the Hong Kong movies I watched with my brother before, the Lingbo Weibu in it seems to have this kind of special effect...

Although with unremitting efforts, she has been able to run 1000 meters in less than 4 minutes, but Kiyase Saitsusuke is an ordinary person.

She definitely couldn't keep up with Lingbo Weibu.

But she really didn't want to leave, and she didn't want to call Gong Yoo to stop.

From the moment she closed her mouth, in order to reduce the burden on her brain, she deactivated the calculation area of ​​speaking on her own initiative.

Most of all, he hates wrestling.

Because I fell too many times when I was a child, I still haven't been able to unload this instinctive defense mechanism of the human body.

It hurts to fall once, and it hurts to fall eight times.

Numbness is her ally.

Pain is her enemy.