[Black Basket] On the Victory of the Emperor

08: Japan

"Give."

After the ice room paid the money, he handed Akashi a drink.

The plastic cup wall is covered with tiny drops of water, which looks like an iced drink that makes people want to drink it in a big gulp.

Akashi took it, it was very cold, but it just relieved the temperature on his body.

He bit the straw and took a sip.

It was the first time he drank this kind of drink, and Akashi didn't know if it was delicious among its kind, but the taste was not inferior to the fresh iced juice made for him by the chef at home.

"Thank you."

"As long as Akashi-kun likes it!"

Ice Room smiled.

The two walked back to the club while drinking.

"How does Akashi-kun feel about basketball now? Do you like basketball?"

"It requires not only skill, but also brains. It is a good sport."

Akashi avoids answering the question about his liking for basketball.

"Is that so..."

Hearing the same answer as before, Himuro felt a little regretful, "Akashi-kun, let's play basketball together from now on!"

"OK."

Akashi agreed, basketball itself is a team sport, it's better to have an opponent, isn't it?

"Then, Akashi-kun, give me your email address! Didn't you say that you're going back to Japan tomorrow? If you don't have contact information, it will be difficult to meet you next time."

What the ice room said is reasonable.

"This is my mail box."

Akashi turned on the phone and pressed the mailbox to show Himuro.

"Hey, Akashi-kun has a mobile phone now... I don't have one yet, well, I remember Akashi-kun's email address, and I will use my computer to send an email to Akashi-kun after I go, so that Akashi-kun will know mine."

In the average family, there are not many children who have mobile phones at the age of ten.

Walking to the entrance of the club, the black car was parked on the side of the road. Butler Sato paced back and forth at the gate, seeing Akashi coming back, he immediately went up to meet him.

"Great, young master, you are all right."

"is there anything?"

Akashi asked, he left not long ago, butler Sato found out that he was not there so quickly must be because something happened and he was not found.

"Yes, there is news from the master, because Japan has something to do, and I will return to Japan today."

I don't know whether it's true or not.

"I see."

Akashi nodded, and he turned to look at the ice room.

Himuro agreed before Akashi could speak,

"Well, is Akashi-kun going back now?"

"Yes."

"It's a pity, but let's contact by email in the future. Akashi-kun, do you want to say hello to Alex and the others?"

Akashi looked at Butler Sato and the car waiting aside,

"No, Himuro-kun, please convey it on your behalf. I look forward to when Himuro-kun and Kagami-kun come to Japan."

"Well, the same!"

After watching Akashi get in the car and leave, Himuro returned to the club.

"Master, the one in your hand..."

The butler had been staring at the drink in Akashi's hand for a long time. It was a drink sold on the roadside that didn't have much health guarantee. He didn't expect his young master to drink this kind of thing.

"kindness?"

Akashi looked at the cup in his hand, the drink was almost drunk, and the ice cubes inside had melted a lot on a hot day, and the sound of the initial ice cubes could no longer be heard when the cup was shaken, "A friend invited you. "

Akashi has classified Himuro as a friend. Although it seems a bit sloppy, for Akashi, a young man who has never made friends, his behavior of exchanging mailboxes with Himuro can be regarded as friends in Akashi's cognition. .

While answering the butler's words, Akashi opened the freezer in the car, and then put the remaining roadside drinks and high-end red wine together.

"..."

Butler Sato moved his lips and teeth a few times, but didn't say anything. He watched Akashi's behavior silently.

——What will happen if the master opens the freezer and finds the young master's drink?

He suddenly thought with anticipation.

——No matter what, you must tell Master Akashi that he made friends after going out for a trip!This is a major matter that concerns the young master.

It took about thirteen hours to fly back to Japan from the United States, and the time difference between the United States and Japan was almost fourteen hours. Therefore, it was still afternoon when Akashi and Akashi Fukuro returned to Japan.

As soon as Akashi Fukuro arrived home, he gave a few simple instructions, and then drove away. It seemed that something really happened.And Akashi didn't need to catch up on sleep because he had rested on the plane.

Turning on the phone, I just received a message from Ice Room.

[Akashi-kun, have you arrived in Japan yet?

BY: unknown mailbox]

Akashi put a note on the ice room, and then simply replied that he had arrived.

Bingshi is a very careful person, as can be seen from the fact that he sent a message at the right time.

After Akashi chatted with Himuro for a few words, Himuro mentioned basketball. Akashi was expected, but he was also curious about Himuro.

[Akashi-kun, how is basketball in Japan?

BY: Himuro Tatsuya]

Akashi thought about what he had learned earlier. There are quite a few powerful national players in Japan, such as Keita Aida, Kedori Hara, and Hitoyo Nakatani, but they have all retired now. Akashi found that the basketball world in Japan is now in a window period.

This piqued Akashi's interest.

"Butler Sato, I'm going to the nearby street basketball court."

Putting down his phone, Akashi decided to take a look for himself.

"Master? You just came back from a long trip, so you should take some rest. And if you want to play basketball, the master ordered a man-made basketball court earlier. Although it has not been fully completed, it is completely fine for you to use it now, master." .”

"No, I want to see the value of basketball."

Akashi replied, then waved the butler away, and changed into a more casual outfit.The reason why he didn't change into the tracksuit was because Akashi didn't plan to play yet.

***

There was a game going on in the street basketball court. Akashi came a little late, but it wasn't too late. The game was only in the second quarter.

10:3

This is the current score.

Surprisingly, the disadvantaged are a group of teenagers from the first country, while the upper hand is actually the primary school students who are no older than the sixth grade.

But Akashi wasn't surprised at all.

He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at a purple-haired boy in the camp of elementary school students in that country.

In the eyes of others, the purple-haired boy was a foreign aid invited by elementary school students, and in terms of height, he was at least a member of the third grade. The reason why the national team got more points than the junior high school group was because of the purple Fat boy.

"むらさばらあつし."

Akashi whispered the purple-haired boy's name.

Atsushi Murasakihara, the center of the generation of miracles in memory, and, is a very interesting person.No, everyone in the Generation of Miracles is interesting.

On the court, Ziyuan gave a hutch in boredom, because the brother in the middle got separated (Zi Yuanyu), and the snacks were finished, and then when he was hungry, he was dragged by a group of people here to play basketball, saying that he had won will give him something to eat.

so boring.

He jumped up and slapped the ball off the guy who was trying to dunk over his head, earning another groan from the crowd.

Although it was the first time I played basketball today and I didn't know anything about the rules, they said they just need to stand under the basket and drop other people's rackets.

Fortunately, this is street basketball, and there are not many rules. If it was in a regular basketball game, Zi Yuan would probably be sentenced to several fouls.

Murasakihara looked impatiently at the clock on the side, and it was only the 7th minute of the second quarter. Although the second quarter was about to end (8 minutes in the middle school quarter), there was still the second half.He habitually took out his pocket, turned it over, but it was empty and there was not even a bit of dross left.

Ziyuan looked at the excited expressions of other people, and couldn't understand why some people like basketball, a boring sport. Obviously, snacks should be the most popular...

Well, just stand a little longer for the sake of them buying me something to eat.