[Black Basket] And Tsukihara Atsushi's Cookies

After the people from the mathematics department set off, the training of the basketball department also officially started.

He probably got strength from his girlfriend, and after learning about the training content in the afternoon, Ziyuan was very obedient, and he didn't even complain about the hard work.

- This is not very common!

Masako Araki glanced at her ace player.

Unlike most people, after knowing the relationship between Rina and Murasakihara, Araki Masako was only surprised for a second before returning to normal.

As a teacher, Araki already has more information than others. For example, Rina Tachibana and Atsushi Murasakihara are also from Teiko Middle School in Tokyo.

In the past, Araki wondered that although Yangquan University was good, it was not enough to make Juyuan, a top student in non-sports programs, "give up studying in Tokyo's prestigious schools". After learning about the relationship between Ziyuan and Juyuan, all problems were resolved. Answer.

I really can't see that the little girl is still a "love brain"!

Araki Masako sighed in her heart, what to do.

Even Murasakihara is training seriously, you brats still want to hang out like the math department?

There are no doors!

Thinking about it, the heroic Mr. Araki swung the bamboo knife vigorously.

——Boys, run for me.

Xianbei City is a very small city, and most tourists choose a day trip.

The Department of Mathematics extended the itinerary to two and a half days, but only added an interesting link to the original itinerary - getting together to write papers.

Waiting for the Mathematics Department to take the bus and return from the Lake Tazawa tour.

The training of the basketball team is not over yet.

Looking at the sweaty basketball team members outside the car.

The boys and girls in the mathematics department said without sympathy:

"It's hard work!"

"They run and we ride cars!"

"Wow, I feel so guilty, hehehe——"

……

At the same time, Senior Kumagai approached Rina and asked flatteringly, "Xiaoju, what shall we have for dinner tonight? Can I buy fish? I kind of want to eat fish."

The implication is, will you handle it?

Rina has no modesty:

"Whatever sister wants to eat, just buy it later."

"I'm relieved when you say that!"

Kumagai rubbed his hands happily.

She knew that Juyuan would not speak big words, since she said it, she would definitely do it, so she was not polite.

It's different from the bright sunshine here in the mathematics department.

A cloud hangs over the basketball department.

Because of the poor cooking skills of the homestay owner and the lack of food provided, the basketball team also decided to cook for themselves.

But the problem is that the supervised training is "horrible."

After a training session, they may not even have the strength to move their fingers.

Where is the energy to cook? !

Oh, no, the basketball department still has a workforce.

The supervisor specially found them for the team manager who is responsible for taking care of everyone's diet and daily life...

Thin and small, Iwashiro Osamu was shorter than the supervisor.

— Ha, are we really not exploiting child labor?

The boys in the basketball club thought in distress.

"Student Yancheng, can you cook?"

Fukui asked out of breath.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at the thin team manager in unison.

His eyes are like a wolf and a tiger.

Riding a bicycle, the little boy in charge of supervising the players' training shivered and stammered:

"I can, I can cook noodles."

"Is it tasty?"

Fukui said with great anticipation.

"Uh, I won't have diarrhea after eating," Iwashiro said, and quickly added, "Ms. Araki asked me the same question before, and she said that I can cook the food well!"

The members fell silent collectively.

Supervising the standard of food... so perfunctory.

Fukui turned to look for Liu Wei when he asked for help: "Liu should be able to cook."

After finishing speaking, Fukui saw Liu Wei, 203 cm tall, at the back of the line, holding a tree with a pale face... vomit!

Fukui decisively looked at Li Zitou, who was in the same grade.

After receiving Fukui's gaze, Li Zitou shook his head and said, "Don't look at me, I always go to convenience stores to buy ready-made bento."

Fukui: ... =_=

"Who else here has the strength to cook..." Fukui asked feebly.

"Fuzai should ask 'Who else can go back alive'~"

Murasakihara wiped his sweat, lazily complaining.

Fukui: I actually think this makes sense ○|￣|_.

The inquiry ends here.

With an optimistic attitude of "one step at a time", Fukui put the dinner matter behind him.

Two hours later, the basketball boys, exhausted from practice, finally saw their supper—

A pot of noodles that has been boiled into a paste.

as well as.

Two small pots of red, yellow and yellow pasty side dishes!

Σ(°△°|||)︴!

This thing can actually be called "food"!

Will it really not ascend to heaven after eating?

Looking at the strangely colored and ecstatically shaped three pots of paste on the dining table.

Okamura was in a daze for a long time:

"Yancheng, you have worked hard."

The boy looked at the captain who was as tall as a hill, with respect and admiration in his eyes: "No, no hard work, captain..."

Ziyuan glanced at the food on the table, and said mercilessly, "Are we really going to eat this, they look so weird~~"

Iwakiji blushed with embarrassment.

He is always worried that the food will not be cooked properly, and if he is not careful, it will be overcooked.

Okamura sighed, "Ziyuan, stop talking."

Although everyone thinks this way, it still hurts when Ziyuan said it so bluntly.

The senior Lizitou smirked when he heard the words: "Zi Yuan, didn't you say you were hungry just now, sit down and eat!"

"Ah, no," Ziyuan flatly refused, "Even if I'm hungry, I won't eat everything, let Masako come, I'll eat if Masako eats!"

--hiss!It really is the trump card, what I said...

Makes sense!

The main players of the Yangquan basketball team looked at Okamura and Fukui in unison.

"Where is the supervision?"

Of course Okamura Fukui didn't know either.

After the two of them came back, they kept taking the staff to do stretching exercises without seeing the supervisor at all.

So, the two looked at the team manager who most likely knew where the supervisor was:

"Yancheng, have you seen the supervisor?"

"See, see."

"Well, where is the supervisor?"

Obviously everyone had dinner together at noon, why was there no one at night.

Yancheng blushed, and whispered:

"The supervisor said that she didn't want to eat noodles anymore, and was appointed... the math department called her over to eat."

Masako Araki was called away by Rina.

Araki also refused at first.

As adults, it's never easy to take advantage of kids.

Until she saw the dishes cooked by her manager in the kitchen...

The refreshing supervisor only glanced at it, and immediately decided to accept the invitation from the Orangery and go to the box of the mathematics department for dinner.

The rock city boy was hit hard.

The "Inaniwa Udon" was thoroughly boiled into "Inaniwa Noodles".

Know the whereabouts of supervision.

The basketball boys fell silent.

Supervise...

So cunning.

Why didn't she want to eat noodles? She clearly didn't want to eat the "slushy noodles" of Junior Yancheng!

"A hypocritical adult..."

Senior Lizitou muttered.

"Then what do we do?"

In the basketball club, a sophomore with a hot "sheep's head" couldn't help asking.

"Or, let's go to the supervisor..."

Fukui said to Okamura.

For a moment, everyone looked at Fukui.

Fukui coughed twice, and said in a serious manner: "Should we discuss it with the mathematics department? This time, they will cook and we will purchase the food. What do you think?"

"no problem!"

Senior Lizitou spoke first.

"As long as the math department agrees, of course I agree!"

"The food cooked by Yancheng is suitable for the opponent to eat."

"That's right!"

The boys were laughing and joking.

Yancheng, Yancheng Boy is completely autistic.

——Although the taste is so-so, this one is really edible!

The boy shouted in his heart!

At Fukui's suggestion, the boys from the Yangquan basketball club carried the three big red, yellow and yellow pans made by Osamu Iwajo, and went to the box of the math department talking and laughing.

As soon as the door of the box was opened, the warm and inviting aroma of the food rushed towards us.

On the table is a steaming sukiyaki pot, surrounded by various dishes with rich taste.

The boys in the basketball club gasped.

They all turned their heads to look at the thin team manager behind them.

"Student Yancheng, did you bump into someone from the math department in the kitchen just now?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Do you know what the math department is eating tonight?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then how did you have the courage to bring these three...to the table?"

Iwakiji: T_T

at the same time.

Masako Araki turned her head to look at her members.

"You... how come?"

Fukui coughed dryly twice: "Supervisor, Okamura and I feel that we are all classmates at the same school and live in the same homestay. There is no need to be so polite to each other, so we decided to bring dinner over to enjoy with the people from the mathematics department."

Masako Araki: ...

It's hard for you to find such an excuse -_-||

The dishes in the mathematics department are not ready yet, and the staff in charge of cooking are still busy in the kitchen.

Although Chiga Shintani felt that Fukui was a bit strange, she didn't think too much about it:

"It just so happens that we still have a place here, so let's come together."

"Hey, that's great!"

The tall boys from the basketball department responded one after another.

The attitude is very enthusiastic.

"what is this?!"

Shimoo Mayumi pointed to the pot of blackened batter in Okamura's hand, and looked at the members of the basketball club in shock.

"It's Inaniwa Udon."

Fukui said seriously.

Chiga Shintani: ...

No wonder the people in the basketball club are so enthusiastic, so they came here for dinner!

"Ha ha."

Shintani Chiga smiled and adjusted her glasses, a cold white light flashed.

"Fukui..."

you are dead.

Shintani Chiga looked at Fukui with a smile.

Fukui said with a dry smile, "Haha, we are all friends, let's eat together."

Facing Chiga Shintani's icy eyes, Fukui sat down neatly, and refused to get up again without saying anything.

——The thickness of the skin determines the quality of life.

This sentence is always true!

but.

Speaking of it again...

"It seems that there is one less person in your department."

Xingu reminded.

Fukui was taken aback, looked around, and could not help but widen his eyes:

"Where is Ziyuan, where did that kid go?!"

Immediately afterwards, a weak voice sounded, and the bean sprout-like manager of Yangquan Basketball Department said softly:

"Murasara, Mrs. Murasakihara may have gone to the kitchen."

"what?!"