[Black Basket] And Tsukihara Atsushi's Cookies

The night was getting darker.

Nine p.m.

Yangquan University Gymnasium.

Ziyuan sat on the ground sweating profusely.

Already at this time, the training of the main candidates of the Yangquan First Army has not yet ended.

"When can we go—"

Murasakihara wiped the sweat off his face with his T-shirt, and asked weakly.

He also wanted to go back and video with Lili Niu soon.

"Well, today's training is over, Ziyuan can go back, thank you for your hard work!"

Captain Okamura Kenichi said.

"what about you?"

Murasaki asked suspiciously.

"We still have to train for a while, the national competition qualifiers are about to start, we can't relax at this time!"

Okamura looked at Ziyuan seriously, like a persuasive patriarch.

"Isn't there me? Those people can't beat me."

Ziyuan said blankly, he was not showing off or showing off, but simply telling a fact.

Okamura was taken aback, and explained seriously: "Because of you, we seniors have to work harder. You can't just let you contribute on the court."

"But I think it's enough to have me," Ziyuan looked at Okamura with clear eyes, "Aren't you looking for me to win?"

Although the Yangquan Basketball Club is the largest group in the school, there are only a few generals in the first army.

Hearing Ziyuan's words, everyone stopped their movements at the same time, and looked at the big boy sitting on the ground in unison.

The ace player that Yangquan worked so hard to find, the strongest active center in college, "Generation of Miracles" Atsushi Ziyuan.

Deputy captain Kensuke Fukui threw the basketball in his hand to the team's small forward Liu Wei, walked straight up to Ziyuan, leaned on his hips and asked:

"Hey, kid, what do you mean by 'you are enough'? Is basketball your sport alone? Do you think of yourself as Naruto? Why, can you still transform yourself on the court?"

Okamura said in a deep voice: "Ziyuan, we are a team!"

"I don't have gorillas in my team..."

Ziyuan quickly retorted.

Okamura's head was full of black lines: "Can the brat talk?!"

Fukui held Okamura's chest with one hand, bent down to look at Murasakihara, and said in a sentence:

"I understand your thoughts, but unfortunately, he is the captain, you have to listen to him, if you don't want to listen to him, you have to accept the bamboo knife of supervision, 'the captain is a gorilla' and 'the bamboo knife of supervision' you can only two Choose one, there is no third choice, this is the basketball club of Yangquan University!"

Murasakihara: ...

Okamura: ...

Liu Wei, who wanted to come over to persuade the fight: ...

Others who are hesitant to come over to persuade the fight: ...

After three seconds.

Captain Okamura slowly turned his gaze to Fukui: "You actually called me a gorilla?!"

"Didn't I say it was three years before you realized it?"

Fukui said with an innocent face.

Liu Wei nodded:

"He keeps saying you're a gorilla, Aru."

Okamura was silent for a second, then roared angrily: "I'm the captain, why did you treat me like this T_T—"

Ziyuan curled her lips in disgust: "It's so noisy, gorilla!"

Fukui patted Murasakihara on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Gorillas are noisy, bear with it, Murasakihara."

Ziyuan paused for half a second, then nodded slowly: "Yeah!"

"You're still 'hmm'," the grief-stricken captain yelled, "This department is so hopeless——"

Just when Captain Okamura was complaining about how ruthless and cruel the Yangquan Basketball Club was, the door of the gymnasium suddenly opened.

Okamura's "fake crying" came to an abrupt end.

Everyone looked at the door in unison——

"Supervision?"

"Supervisor, why are you here?"

The person who came was Masako Araki, the supervisor of the Yangquan Men's Basketball Club.

She used to be alone, but this time she was accompanied by a boy wearing a Yangquan school uniform and carrying a backpack.

so short

Probably... just 1.6 meters five.

"The 'Golden Week' basketball team organized a camp, and the first army must participate in the main election. In order to take care of everyone's food and daily life, I found a manager for you," Araki Masako said, and tapped the boy's back with a bamboo knife, " Introduce yourself."

The original manager of the basketball club was a senior who was one class higher than Okamura and Fukui, and was successfully admitted to university in March this year.

According to the original plan of the basketball department, it was going to recruit a new team manager. Unfortunately, there were many applicants, but none met the requirements.

Thinking of this, everyone stared at the short boy in unison, and couldn't help but look suspicious——

Just this kid?Can he do it?

Even if you look at the Japanese college basketball world, the average height of the Yangquan college basketball team is extremely rare.

Except for the vice-captain Fukui Kensuke, who is the point guard, who is only 176 centimeters tall, all the players in the first team are over 180 centimeters. Kenichi Okamura, Liu Wei, and Atsushi Murasakihara are all giants over two meters tall.

The skinny little boy looked up at the tall and burly finalists in the basketball team, and said tremblingly:

"Pre-Senior, I, my name is—"

Don't wait for the boy to finish.

Araki Masako slammed the boy on the back with a bamboo knife: "What do you mean when you are cowering, speak up!"

Everyone in the basketball team: ...

[Hiss, so ruthless, so painful! ]

"Seniors, I am Osamu Iwashiro, a first-year student. I have loved basketball since I was a child. Please believe in me. I will be a good manager of the basketball department! Please take care of me!"

The boy cried out from the bamboo knife supervised by Masako, but his voice was getting louder.

"Tell them what your wish is."

Araki Masako said in a deep voice.

"I, I think..." The boy blushed with shame, pursed his lips, wanted to say but dared not.

Araki Masako knocked him again with a bamboo knife unceremoniously: "Speak, don't hesitate, is your wish so shameful?!"

"No," the little boy who was like a tomato spirit closed his eyes and shouted, "I hope to help the team win the national championship, and I hope Yangquan is the national champion!"

The empty gymnasium echoed with the boy's voice.

Including Ziyuan, no one spoke, and everyone looked at the boy whose face was flushed and wished to faint.

"Have you heard that? This is the kid's wish. He has collected a lot of information about the team and keeps training every day. Although the training results... don't mention it. In short, the kid's wish is to help the team win the championship."

Masako Araki looked at her members calmly.

Okamura fixedly looked at the thin and thin Iwajo Ji, who was two meters tall and five big and three thick. His appearance resembled the captain of a middle-aged baboon, and his personality was quite gentle and resolute.

"I am Kenichi Okamura, the head of the basketball department, and I assure you that we will work hard."

Okamura said hoarsely.

Fukui cleared his throat, and said in a serious manner: "I am the vice-captain Fukui Kensuke, um, Iwagi-san, right, well, this year is the strongest year for the basketball team, stronger than ever..."

As he said that, he pointed to Atsushi Murasakihara who was sitting beside his feet: "Have you seen this guy? This guy is Atsushi Murasakihara from the 'Generation of Miracles'. Anyone who went to school in Japan and has been in contact with basketball should be disliked." You know the name."

Fukui turned his head to look at the "Ace Kid" who was sitting on the ground like a sloth and refused to get up, and suddenly got to Okamura's point of despair: "Murakahara, why don't you get up and say a few words?"

After all, Murasakihara is the trump card in the team. A word from Ziyuan is more inspiring than a hundred sentences from him and Okamura.

With a long, lazy and soft voice, Ziyuan said listlessly:

"Ah, there's nothing to say about it. Could it be that you can win if you say it? I hate losing very much, and you have tried your best to get me from Tokyo to Akita, so you want me to win—"

"This guy--"

Masako Araki had "╬" marks all over her head, and swung the bamboo knife to slap Murasakihara.

Ziyuan quickly got up from the ground, twisted his arms to cover the back that was beaten by Araki, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Masako is in pain, did I say something wrong——"

"Call me 'supervisor'."

Araki Masako said coldly.

Okamura put his hand on Ziyuan's shoulder: "Okay, Ziyuan, don't talk back to the supervisor."

As he said that, the kind-hearted captain stood in front of Ziyuan, and looked down at Masako Araki: "Supervisor, leave this kid's problem to me and Fukui to solve slowly. Regarding the co-studio, has the location been decided yet?"

"The location of the camp is set in Xianbei City next door. I contacted a homestay, and we will train there at that time. The national competition qualifiers are about to start. Compared with universities in other regions, the start of school in Yangquan is half a month later, although I don't think it is so short. Time can change anything, but half a month is enough to make our opponents more like a team than us."

After Araki Masako finished speaking, she looked at the captain Okamura and the deputy captain Fukui: "Okamura, Fukui, this kid is entrusted to you for the time being. Be sure to let him know what the rules are."

Okamura nodded and said, "Don't worry, supervisor, Fukui and I will take him well."

Ziyuan turned his head to the side angrily, but he knew in his heart that Captain Orangutan just defended himself.

"Okay, the matter is over, I should go, you guys pack up and go back to the dormitory."

Araki turned around and left with the bamboo knife in hand, throwing the thin team manager to the tall player.

After Araki Masako left, the basketball team's top picks and the boy who had just been promoted to the team manager looked at each other in blank dismay.

Including Okamura, everyone didn't know where the supervisor found this little man, and why he made him the team's manager.

While everyone was silent, the vice-captain Kensuke Fukui walked up to the boy on his own initiative:

"Brother Yancheng, we met this afternoon, right, you participated in the basketball team's tryout."

Ji Yancheng blushed: "Senior, senior still remember me..."

Fukui coughed twice. Many members were eliminated from the basketball club, but Fukui had never seen someone who cried like Iwakiji...

Okamura looked at Fukui in surprise:

"Trials? What do you mean?"

Fukui said, "Student Iwaki also participated in the selection contest for the Second Army this afternoon..."

"Pass, passed?"

Okamura showed a shocked look.

"of course not."

"Oh."

Okamura breathed a sigh of relief.

Yangquan has well-developed indoor sports, and indoor sports such as basketball, handball, and volleyball are all popular clubs. Due to the requirement of Director Araki to "prefer lack rather than excess", the Yangquan Basketball Club strictly controls the number of recruits, and the competition is very fierce.

Although it is a little underestimating to say this, but a thin boy like Yancheng junior with a mini height does not look like a physique that can pass the team tryouts.

The gym fell silent again.

Facing the first-year manager whom no one knew, everyone felt a little embarrassed.

at this time.

A lazy voice broke the silence:

"Can I go now, I want to go back to the dormitory and have a video with my girlfriend~~"

After a while, there was a deafening roar in the stadium——

"Murakahara, don't show off!"