21 points.

The boys from the first team of the Yangquan basketball team returned to the activity room to change their clothes tiredly.

Wiping the sweat off his body with a towel, Ziyuan changed into his school uniform, took out his mobile phone from his backpack, and opened LINE to check the information.

Not surprisingly, Ziyuan saw the photo sent by Rina——

In the gentle light at night, the blooming cherry blossoms are particularly beautiful.

["I want to kiss you under such a cherry blossom tree~"]

"Oh!"

As if being scalded, Ziyuan quickly stuffed the phone back into the backpack. After looking around, he made sure that everyone was changing clothes to wipe off their sweat. He carefully took out the phone from the backpack, turned to the LINE interface, and read Rina's words again.

——Li Liniu is really... Don't you know that adolescent boys are not allowed to tease you when you send this kind of message at night?

It's too bad, let her know sooner or later...

Murasakihara's cheeks were slightly hot.

It is also a very distressing thing to have a girlfriend who is too beautiful.

"Ziyuan, have you packed up, it's time to go."

Captain Okamura's deep voice sounded not far from Ziyuan.

The tall and big boy put away his mobile phone, lifted his backpack, and responded unhurriedly: "OK~"

……

The wind at night is cool.

On the way back to the dormitory, the boys in the basketball club were extremely excited——

"This time, the co-sleeping place turned out to be Xianbei City. Do you think the supervisor will invite us to a hot spring?"

"I'm sure I'll go, I wonder if I'll meet any cute girls?"

Senboku City is a famous hot spring resort in Akita Prefecture.

In addition to separate baths for men and women, there is also an open-air mixed bath for men and women where you can enjoy the outdoor scenery!

Just when the two chatting boys were thinking about it and their hearts were surging, the third-year senior Lizitou suddenly interrupted:

"...Then you saw the supervisor and her bamboo knife."

Instantly disillusioned.

The two boys gasped, shaking their heads and saying:

"Hey, old, senior, don't make such jokes! It's terrible... Although the supervisor is also a great beauty, I don't want my life to end at the age of 17."

"Yes, yes, senior, supervision is inviolable!"

"Pfft hahaha-"

The chestnut-head senior looked at the two second-year juniors who suddenly fell away, and laughed.

Boys of this age are full of endless yearning for the opposite sex.

It's a pity that the main selection of the basketball club in Yangquan University is full of bachelors...

Uh, no.

There is still a "fish that slipped through the net".

Everyone looked at the only guy with a girlfriend here——

"Speaking of which, Ziyuan, your girlfriend didn't give you a lunch box today, did you have a fight?"

The boys exchanged secret glances with each other, and there was only one thought in their minds:

[Hurry up to fight, hurry up to fight, break up quickly after the fight, then you will be a bachelor just like us! ]

Hearing his name, Atsushi Ziyuan, who was eating potato chips in a "Kachi Kachi", raised his head and said slowly:

"There's no quarrel, she doesn't have homework today, and she has to be on duty, and..."

Ziyuan picked up a piece of potato chips and put it in his mouth: "There is no class tomorrow~"

The implication is that they will meet soon.

——Ah, it's a pity that there was no quarrel.

The boys in the basketball club shook their heads one after another. Ziyuan's girlfriend is too impersonal, and her boyfriend plays basketball every day. How can they not quarrel or break up?

well! ! !

Just then, another voice sounded:

"Ziyuan, I can understand your joy, but as the vice-captain, I have to remind you that we have a practice match tomorrow morning. The supervisor may not let you start, but you must be there."

Fukui turned around.

"I know, Fuzai is so annoying~~"

Murasakihara muttered.

Fukui: This dead child =_=

The next day.

The boys from the first team of the Yangquan basketball team had a simple meal in the dormitory, and walked to the school gymnasium to wait for their opponents in the practice match——

Native field high school basketball team.

This is a strong sports school from the neighboring Iwate County, and Heyangquan is considered a friend school. The sports teams of the two schools often hold practice games before national competitions, and the basketball team is no exception.

Because of the holiday, there are only teachers on duty and students from the sports department on the huge campus.

Zi Yuan yawned and ate potato chips, walking listlessly at the end of the line.

"Did you not sleep well last night, Aru Murasakihara?"

It was Liu Wei, a senior in the second grade who spoke.

He is an international student from China and the only foreigner among the head coaches of the Yangquan basketball club. It is said that because of Fukui's teasing, he habitually adds "アル" at the end of sentences when speaking.

Although we haven't known each other for a long time, Ziyuan really likes this guy, because Liu Wei is 203 cm tall, Ziyuan doesn't have to bow his head deliberately when talking to him.

"It's not that I didn't sleep well," the tall and big boy replied softly, "It's because the potato chips with Tianluofu flavor are gone. I like that flavor. I'm going to go to the convenience store after the game~~"

——Hey, it feels really good to be at the same level~

I can talk to Liu more in the future~

Senior "Chestnut Head" turned around: "So that's the case, I thought you were nervous about the practice match."

"Ah, only elementary school students would do this," Ziyuan yawned, "When can I go, I'm hungry."

Fukui was shocked: "Didn't you just finish eating, why are you hungry again?"

"But I'm hungry, can I buy some snacks?"

Murasakihara looked at Fukui and Okamura innocently.

Okamura was silent for a moment: "Yes, but you have to come back quickly."

"Well, ok ~ see you later ~"

Ziyuan responded with a good temper, turned around and walked towards the commissary.

Looking at Ziyuan's back, Fukui suddenly worried: "That kid won't run away..."

Senior Lizitou was stunned: "No, no way."

If Murasakihara ran away, he would be beaten to death by Supervisor Araki's bamboo knife!

"Murakahara probably wouldn't do that."

Okamura felt that he still had a little understanding of Murasakihara.

Murasakihara looks free and undisciplined, but he is very afraid of trouble. He should not take the initiative to cause trouble.

Fukui thought for a while: "I'll go and have a look."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work."

Okamura also felt that this was the safest solution.

Fukui sighed. He and Okamura had aged a lot since Ziyuan joined the club, especially Okamura, who treats Ziyuan like a child, with a strong sense of fatherhood.

Thinking about it, Fukui walked towards the canteen.

Because of the holiday, the campus, which was still lively in the past, is empty today.

Fukui walked a few steps quickly, and soon saw Atsushi Murasakihara in front of him.

It is strange that a human being more than two meters tall cannot be found.

Just when he was about to take a few quick steps to catch up with Ziyuan, Ziyuan suddenly adjusted his direction.

Fukui gasped.

——No way, does this damn kid really dare to run? !

Just when Fukui was about to roll up his sleeves to block people, Ziyuan stopped.

I saw Ziyuan took out a delicious stick from his pocket, went straight to a tall ginkgo tree, and swung his long arms around the tree...

Women, girls!

Fukui gasped.

At this moment, he thanked the school for its good greening, and there are tall trees everywhere that can cover his body.

Fukui covered his mouth and quickly hid behind the bushes behind the flower bed, staring at Murasakibara in front of him without blinking.

Murasakihara's overly tall body completely covered the girl, and Fukui couldn't tell what the two were doing, but from the range of movements of Murasakihara, it should be him who hugged the girl from behind to eat.

"That brat..."

Fukui gas does not come from one place.

As a senior, I squatted beside the flower bed in embarrassment, while Ziyuan, as a junior, was actually dating a girl!

Just when Fukui was hesitating whether to go over and stop her, Ziyuan let go of the girl.

Through the dense bushes, Fukui saw a slender figure.

Immediately afterwards, the girl turned around, and although it was only a quick turn, Fukui still saw the girl's face...

Good, so beautiful.

Fukui stared blankly.

For a moment, Fukui thought of the girlfriend that Murasakihara described him as.

["It's delicious, it's delicious~"]

Fukui couldn't help but blush.

Also... quite apt.

When Ziyuan and Fukui came back one after the other, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really a good thing that Ziyuan didn't run away.

Okamura said: "Fukui, Murasakihara, go to the activity room and change clothes, our opponent is coming, today we have the home court advantage, don't relax."

"Hey, I see~~"

Ziyuan replied lazily.

It seems that today's opponent is not taken seriously.

Okamura sighed in his heart, if it was said that when Murasakihara first joined the club, everyone would still be dissatisfied with his occasional laxity, but after this period of contact, everyone has completely accepted the current Murasakihara.

Passive character, not active attack, even on the court, he looks slack, as if he has no opponent to cheer him up, but he is unusually reliable, even if he makes a careless mistake, he can quickly make up for it.

As a Center, Murasakihara is almost perfect.

As long as he gets serious, his defensive range is within the three-point line.

In the face of absolute strength, modesty is just icing on the cake.

The strong strength displayed by Ziyuan made everyone see no possibility of failure.

Perhaps the only monsters that Murasakihara can pay attention to are the monsters who are called "the generation of miracles" like him.

When Ziyuan changed his clothes and was doing warm-up training with everyone, Masako Araki, the supervisor of the Yangquan men's basketball team, entered the gymnasium carrying a bamboo knife.

She looked around and said coldly: "Where is Yancheng, is that kid from Yancheng here?"

Rock city... who is it?

The boys in the basketball club looked at each other.

Thinking about it with hindsight, the team manager seems to be called this.

At the same time, a thin voice sounded:

"Supervisor, I'm here."

But he saw a thin and small boy silently appearing behind Masako Araki.

Σ(°△°|||)︴!

Masako Araki was taken aback: "Don't pop up out of nowhere, where did you go just now?"

Osamu Iwashiro, the manager of the basketball department who took office only last night, said weakly, "Supervisor, I'm always here."

"what?!"

"I had breakfast with everyone, went to the gymnasium together, and the supervisor just passed by me..."

The boy said a little aggrieved.

"Yes, is it?"

Masako Araki didn't know how to deal with such a skinny, obedient child who seemed to die with a single blow, so she could only say with a straight face:

"Just like you usually analyze players, pay attention to every player on the field today, understand?"

"Clear, understand."

"Go to training." Masako Araki said.

"Training, training," the boy pointed at his nose, dumbfounded, "Me?!"

"Of course it is you. Have you forgotten the purpose of coming to the team? Since you want to play, in addition to the job of the manager, daily training is also necessary."

After Masako Araki finished speaking, she turned to look at Okamura.

"Okamura, let this kid do morning exercises with you in the future. Our Yangquan basketball club, even the manager, is by no means weak."

"Yes, supervisor."

Araki Masako swung the bamboo knife, knocked the thin Iwajo to Okamura's side, turned around and retreated to the sidelines.

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LINE is a communication software commonly used by Japanese people, which is equivalent to wx (even the color matching is the same)

Dodota High School in Iwate Prefecture is from chapter 114 of the black basket manga.

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