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

When it comes to escaping the summer heat, it is natural to think of places like Otaru, Hokkaido. The temperature in Miyagi is far from cool, but compared with Tokyo, it has sparse and low buildings. After the dryness and heat, paste it all over the body.

He Sheng didn't want to wear her hair in such a hot day, but she lent her rubber band to another little girl who was in the car with them.In order to prevent her from being overheated, Oi Chuanche walked behind Zui Tsurusheng, pulling her hair, so that the back of her neck would not be covered too tightly.

However, he couldn't sit still for too long, so he twisted his thickest hair into several strands, and after a while he felt like he was holding the reins of a horse.He grabbed the lock of hair, flicked his wrist, and called out "Woo--" in his mouth.

Zui Hesheng turned around and slapped him on the back of his hand.

The hot pain rose up, and Oikawa withdrew his hand with a hiss, and the girl's long satin-like hair slipped away from his fingers in the blink of an eye.

"Kyoseki is the most mean-spirited!" He grinned and shook the beaten hand.

"Oikawa Toru is childish!" Sai Tsuruo gathered his hair, braided it into a rough braid and put it on his shoulders.

Iwaizumi walked in the front alone, he really didn't want to get too close to these two people so that everyone would lose their wits together.

Originally, according to the original plan, at last he could go home on Sunday when his parents were on vacation.That way she doesn't have to come back from the station by herself, but she can still see ready-made meals waiting for her when she gets home.

Finally, Tsurusheng pushed open the small door of his yard, and when Rie Kiyose was not at home for half a day, the sun had already scorched the roses and the roses on the wall to wilt.

It had been two months since the last time I went home, but the relationship between Hesheng and this old house did not seem to be unfamiliar at all.She found the bayberry soup that Rie Kiyose had soaked in advance from the cupboard, and then jingled a box of square ice, poured it into a cup together with the plum soup, stirred it twice with chopsticks, and put it in the dining room. In front of the two of them, "You two sit down first, and I'll go water the flowers."

Oikawa Toru said "Oh", but picked up the cup and followed Tai Tsuruo, walked with her to the door, and then sat down on the bench placed in the shadow of the eaves.

He patted the vacant seat beside him, and greeted Yan Quanyi: "Xiao Yan, come quickly!"

"Aren't you too hot?"

"It's okay. The main reason is that there are people here who are hotter than me. If there is a comparison, there will be a gap." Ji Chuanche raised the cup and pointed at Zuihesheng. After burning it, she was blowing into her palm, "Looking at her, I can feel calm and cool naturally."

"You just have itchy skin." Iwaizumi bit the ice in his mouth and said loudly to Zui Tsuruo, "Sai Tsuruo, where do you put your hat and sun protection clothing?"

"Room! It should be right behind the door!"

"Hold it." Iwaizumi stuffed his own cup into Oikawa Toru's hand, turned and went back to Kiyose's home.

Sitting in the same place, Oi Chuanche pursed his lips, turned his head and whispered to Iwaizumi's back: "A boyfriend without a girlfriend is useless!"

Iwaizumi's back was startled, and then he bent down and grabbed the lawn on the ground—the freshly mowed lawn exudes a unique strong smell, and he only picked up a few fine grass clippings that have not been cleaned thoroughly —— strode forward, grabbed the enemy Rulin and Chuan Che, and ruthlessly stuffed the grass clippings in his hands into his back.

The flowers and plants in the house used to be taken care of by Kiyose Rie herself (but in fact she ordered Kiyose Masatomi to do it more often), then it became Haiji's work, and then it was transferred to Saitsuru's hands, In short, this family pays attention to rotation.This is quite fair. No one will become a slacker or a long-term serf. Even though Hui Er always trains outside, he can still feel his irreplaceable sense of participation at home when he returns home.

After taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard, Daizuru, who was wrapped in a sun protection suit, looked like he was fished out of the water. Although Oikawa Toru and Iwaizumi sat beside her and did not move, they were also basking in the same sun as her, with their faces covered. It was refreshing, without a drop of sweat.

"I still lack exercise and my body is weak." Ji Chuanche folded his arms and pouted, "Are you going to other places during your vacation?"

"I don't know." Zui Hesheng was so tired that he sat cross-legged on the ground.It is very rare for her to "officially" start her summer vacation so late. During the two years in Shiratorizawa, although the volleyball team was a frequent visitor to the national competition, it was not the winner of the national championship.At that time, every day passed quickly, and it was definitely not like when she occasionally felt that a game was very long when she was in Taiguang.

"What do you ask for this?"

"If you don't go out of town, go out for a morning run. Run with me and Xiaoyan to the west of Qingye City and then walk back slowly."

Oikawa stared at a drop of sweat on the tip of her chin, "You don't have time to exercise in Tokyo, do you?"

To be more precise, the worst situation should be that she doesn't even have much time for herself.

However, it may be that she has received too much love, and she seems to have never been afraid of what she will lose if she pays for someone.

"I have to wait for my mother to come back today and ask her." Zui Hesheng picked up his hair and flicked it all forward. In the blink of an eye, she turned herself into a Sadako who crawled out of the TV. Ugly, "My uncle is still in Turin, I don't know if he will start working or rest after he comes back."

If volleyball, basketball, and baseball can still be included in the big sports of ball games, sports dance is a complete blind spot for Kawatoru and Iwaizumi. It can even be said that if they don’t know Tsutsuru, the two of them probably don’t believe in the national standard until now. The decathlon is actually considered a competitive sport—even the most surviving uncle, Kaname Xianshi, would occasionally be published in a sports magazine for winning a certain award.

"He will take me reluctantly when the class starts, and he may not want to see me when he rests after the game." In the evening, the wind blows to the back of the sweaty neck, which is slightly cooler than before, but it has not yet When the last Tsurusheng called to cool off, Iwaizumi brushed back all the hair that was lying on the front of her head - really afraid that she would catch a cold.

"I understand the truth, but why would the Latin and decathlon world champions go to a hobby training class?" Ji Chuanche thought it was not cool.

"Because the supplies are very expensive. Cat claw shoes, Latin shoes, modern shoes; there are competition uniforms for competitions, and training is usually not casually worn, and special training clothes will be prepared; there are also a lot of registration fees, travel expenses, board and lodging expenses …The cost of winning the championship is much higher than the prize money of the competition. Of course, if you have no money, you can only start the class." Zui Hesheng shrugged, "But as long as he is not lazy, there are still many parents who are willing to fight for his name. He sent the child there with his head and strength."

"Learning to dance is expensive." Oi Chuanche nodded suddenly, "So you can go to the world champion's one-on-one class for free?"

"Me?" Zui Hesheng pointed to himself, "What are you thinking about? My balance is so poor that I can fall when I walk, have you forgotten?"

Zui Hesheng propped his hands behind his back, and his shaking toes showed that she didn't care much about her natural flaws. On the contrary, Oi Chuanche, who was surprised that she had slipped a word, fell silent for a long time. With his own hair, he confessed to Iwaizumi: "I said the wrong thing again."

"It's not the first time you've done this." Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, "I'm here to regret it sometime, why don't you apologize to her face to face?"

"It's because she doesn't care that I can't apologize to her!" He resolutely rejected Iwaizumi's idea, "She doesn't feel sorry for herself, so why would she want others to apologize for something she doesn't care about. "

"Then you are not sympathizing with her yet."

"That's right, after all, people can't really understand each other." When it comes to reasoning with Iwaizumi, Oikawa Toru has always had his reasons, "Just because I think she is pitiful and cute doesn't mean that Niu Ruona Guys will think she is pitiful and cute."

…………

"Ah sneeze!"

"Wow! Mr. Ruoli, do you have a cold?" Tiantongjue stared at the first-year leader beside him as if he had discovered a new world in surprise.

Ushijima Wakuri, who is well-trained and strictly manages his physical condition, will catch a cold, which may be even rarer news than a dormant volcano showing signs of recovery.

"It's just a sudden itchy nose." Ushishima Ruori pinched the tip of his nose. Even if he was just stating the facts, his tone and expression would inexplicably give people a sense of distance, as if he didn't need to be approached more Nosy, but in fact, his original intention was just to tell the other party not to worry about him.

Ordinary people might have been intimidated by his seemingly superior attitude long ago, but Tiantong felt otherwise.

In addition to his height, Shiratorizawa's supervisor, Mr. Washi, is also interested in his treacherous guessing block - the ball is hit by a person; When the ball is dunked, this is something that people will think about even if they are [-] seconds ahead of time.

As long as there are people involved in the matter, as long as you can know what people are thinking in their hearts, you can have the possibility of grasping the overall situation.

Of course, it is a pity that there is no superpower that can read minds in this world.

So guessing becomes a helpless next-level substitute.

How to guess what is going on in other people's minds turned out to be Tiantongjue's talent, and he was also misunderstood by his peers because he always looked like an old god. Later, he played volleyball, and this talent was further developed under the guidance of his teacher. As a result, other people's evaluation of him naturally became "terrible" again.

As a matter of course, if Ushijima Wakari's pure mind cannot be seen, Tian Tongjue thinks that he can apply for resignation on the spot - after all, this is his specialized subject, and it would be too shameful if he can't do it.

"Ah, in this case, we usually say that someone is talking about you behind your back or missing you." Tiantongjue's slender index finger circled in the air, and his body movements were so rich that it was a bit annoying, and it could even be said that he was oozing. People—most magic sticks are so restless.

"is it?"

"Yes." This kind of conversation is not nutritious, Tiantongjue asked boldly, "Speaking of which, Ruo Lijun has a girl he likes?"

"No."

Hey, even though I said no, it's not a quick and definitive answer...

Tian Tongjue narrowed his eyes, and then asked, "What about the girl you care about?"

"Have."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "Can I be curious?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Is she a student of our school?" Tian Tongjue didn't ask very deeply.

"No. She is studying in Tokyo now."

"Now?"

Ushishima Wakari nodded: "Well, she was originally a student of Shiratorizawa, one level below us."

"Ah..." That's a pity, Tiantong feels regretful if he still wants to meet again if he has the chance, "The last question——If you find it inconvenient for Mr. Ruoli to answer, you don't have to answer it."

"go ahead."

"Because Ruo Lijun doesn't seem to be too interested in anything other than volleyball...so why do you care about that girl?"

"..." Ushishima Ruori's lips fluttered, and he suddenly found that he seemed unable to say the answer that Tiantongjue wanted to know. He lowered his eyes, and the setting sun rolled into the gymnasium at some point and stretched his shadow very long. Like the afternoon sun when Kiyase Saizuru cried so hard that the sky fell apart.

After a while, he ended the period of thinking that he had never found a definite answer: "Maybe she cried too hard."