[Black Basket] On the Victory of the Emperor

92: Cut off

Hearing Heizi's answer, Momoi's eyes lit up, and she put away her crying expression.

Heizi paused, and turned slightly sideways, as if he didn't dare to look at Momoi.

"My feelings for Akashi-kun are different from your feelings for me."

Momoi, who had put on a smile just now, was stunned, she was keenly aware of what Heizi meant.

"Is...is that so...?"

Obviously the heart was still beating, but it seemed as if he could not breathe air. The unprecedented severe pain hit the brain, as if his whole body was torn in half by a pair of ruthless hands.

"Zhejun, do you think so?"

Biting her lower lip, suppressing her red eyes, Momoi said firmly.

"sorry."

Heizi couldn't bear to look at Momoi's expression, he knew how cruel what he said, but short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, he hoped that Momoi would end his love for him a long time ago.

That is girlish love, not love.

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry, I'm sorry I've troubled Zhejun you for so long."

Unable to suppress the crying, Momoi bowed deeply towards Heizi's back, and then fled the moment the tears burst out.

"I'm sorry, Momoi-san."

Heizi stood on the spot and said softly.

"Huh? Where's May?"

After Kuroko returned to their seats, Aomine questioned Kuroko because he didn't see Momoi.

"Momoi-san is going back first."

Heizi lowered his head slightly, and said more silently than usual.

Qingfeng glanced at Heizi anxiously, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

Akashi took a deep look at Kuroko, he stood up and walked towards the door,

"Let's go back."

he said to the others.

The original intention of him coming out was to accompany Momoi, since Momoi had already left, there was really no reason for him to stay here.

What's more, he needs to comfort Momoi now, as a friend, as a former captain, as an opponent...

"Akashi-kun?"

Akashi dialed Momoi's phone, and Momoi who answered the phone was full of surprise.

"The gift thing..."

"It's okay, don't waste Akashi-kun's time, I will find it myself."

Momoi hastily refused.

Akashi guessed that Kuroko probably rejected Momoi's affection, but he couldn't imagine what Kuroko said, which made Momoi cry.

"take care."

Thousands of words, all he can say is this one.Although what Heizi did may indeed be cruel to Momoi, there is nothing wrong with that. If you don't like it, you should say it clearly, so as not to make Momoi fall into the pain of unrequited love in the future.

"Yes... Akashi-kun too."

Momoi immediately hung up the phone, because she couldn't control the glistening liquid flowing from her eyes.

"Zhe-kun... Akashi-kun..."

She covered her mouth so as not to look more embarrassed.

There was a moment when Momoi hated Akashi, because there was no woman who would not have a little dislike or hatred for the person who took her sweetheart away, even though that person actually didn't know anything.

However, at that time, Akashi's phone call came, Momoi hesitated for a long time and pressed the answer button, unexpectedly it was the other party's condolences.

——I really lost to you, Akashi-kun.

She sighed in her heart.

For Akashi, Momoi really couldn't maintain even a minute of dislike, just like Momoi wouldn't hate Kuroko even if he was rejected so cruelly by Kuroko.

Except for her gender, she is inferior to Akashi, and this biggest advantage is also denied by Kuroko.

Now, Momoi can only admit defeat completely, because it seems that she doesn't even have the capital and courage to challenge Akashi.

Crying, she cried loudly on the bench in the park, ignoring passers-by.

In fact, she was not strong. On the day when her first love passed away, she cried very hard, and when she returned home, her eyes were red and swollen for a long time.

"Whether it's Zhe-kun or Akashi-kun, I won't release water! I want to defeat you!"

Although he admitted defeat, those complicated emotions were still difficult to vent, Momoi set a goal for himself, trying to divert his attention from thinking about sad things.

That night, Momoi stayed up all night writing the best training plan and strategy.

——Akashi-kun, your gentleness is actually the greatest cruelty.

What happened today made Momoi understand this point, but not everyone understood it.

It was less than a week before the re-opening of the Winter Cup, and they didn't have much time to go out after that. Even Kise pushed all the announcements and stayed in the training camp to receive high-intensity training.

"Master, Master's phone number."

In the gymnasium of Akashi's family, when Akashi was seriously doing his own training, Sato suddenly walked over with his mobile phone.

But he didn't stop the training in his hand, he just said something to Sato.

"I'll call back in a moment."

Phone calls are important, but discipline is more important. As the captain, he must lead by example. If everyone answers the phone during training, it will definitely have a bad influence.

But this time, Butler Sato did not leave as usual, but stood still and hoped that Akashi would answer.

Frowning in confusion, Akashi knew that Butler Sato would not do this for no reason, so he sped up his movements and hurriedly completed the remaining training.

"Father? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that the company here has settled down, so I took time out to ask about your situation. I heard that the game was suspended due to a terrorist incident, so it didn't affect you? How are you doing?"

Akashi's frowning brows still did not loosen, but instead tightened even more.

It's obviously not an important thing, why is Butler Sato so persistent?

Moreover, Akashi also felt a little strange about the words of concern, it seemed that he was not as concealed as before, and it was not like Akashi Fukuro's style.

"The game was postponed and no innocent people were injured."

"Oh, let's train hard...cough——"

As soon as Akashi Fukuro said something, he coughed violently.

"Father?!"

Although Akashi Fukuro covers the microphone and moves away, Akashi can still clearly judge that Akashi Fukuro's situation is not good.

"I'm fine."

After a while, Akashi Fukuro stopped coughing, but his voice was still a little hoarse, "I've been too busy recently, I accidentally caught a cold at night, I'll be fine after two days of rest."

"Please pay attention to your body."

Akashi said solemnly.

"Well, you are probably training, I won't bother you anymore."

Akashi Fukuro hung up the phone in a hurry, with a hint of concealment.

"What happened to father?"

Akashi glanced at the submissive Sato Butler, who insisted on letting him answer the phone before, must have known about Akashi Fukuro's physical condition.

"The company in the United States is too difficult. After the master rushed over, he didn't sleep for a few days because of his official business. He was busy for the previous week, so he made a problem. The doctor said that it would be better to recuperate for a while."

The rhetoric that is almost exactly the same as Akashi Fukuro, if it is not colluded, it is the truth.

Akashi was a little relieved, Akashi Fukuro was indeed very busy the previous week, because the father and son had indeed not spoken for a week, and all Akashi knew was that Sato had contacted some information from the secretary of the branch office.

"Send someone to take good care of him."

That's all Akashi can do.

"Yes."

Sato bowed his head in response.