Become a coach?

However, it's not bad.

"Even if I can't become the number one basketball player in Japan, I want to be the number one basketball coach in Japan!"

Three years later, he once again made an ambitious oath to the stars in the sky, and this time, he will never give up!

They moved on, and the atmosphere was much more cheerful.

When it comes to ideals, Mitsui will talk endlessly.

Kana said with emotion: "It's so good to have my own ideal..."

Mitsui continued: "Everyone has an ideal, even a gangster on the street has the ideal of 'becoming the leader of XX in the future'! Speaking of which, Kana hasn't said what your ideal is yet? "

This time, Kanai stopped in her tracks.

"I...my ideal..." Kana's tone was not very happy.

While speaking, her door has arrived.

Kana's gate time is 09:30, now it's [-]:[-], it's almost time.

Mitsui still sent her home, or to the old place.

There was still no light shining through the dark windows of the two mountains.

"Uh... I'm just asking casually," Mitsui said hastily, "You... If this is really your home, go inside and rest quickly! If not, go home quickly, the little girl is everywhere at night Walking around is dangerous!"

Kana stared at the door of the house blankly, without any response.At this time, she was like a different person, terribly gloomy.

Mitsui yelled at Kana and at the door of the house: "Then I'm leaving, I'm really leaving! Goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, he just took a step back without turning his head away.

Kana, who was standing still, clenched her fists tightly, as if trying to suppress something.

As a result, Mitsui's footsteps that could have moved suddenly couldn't move.

What happened to that guy? Every time he goes home, he looks unhappy... Just ask Ideal, but he also looks unhappy. High IQ is not the same as ordinary people.

"Thank you……"

"what?"

The voice was very soft at first, and Mitsui couldn't hear it clearly.

"Thank you!"

The voice was a little louder, and this time I heard it clearly.

Mitsui thought she was going to say something, but suddenly such a sentence popped up.

"What!" Mitsui rubbed the back of his head, "You help me with tutoring, I should take you home, thank you!"

"I'm not talking about this, I don't have an older brother," Kana turned around, "Suddenly there is a guy who looks like an older brother who cares about me, I'm very happy! From now on... can I call you Brother Mitsui?"

A faint smile appeared on her face again.

"Hmm... yes..." Mitsui almost didn't react, "Ah! What do you mean 'a guy like a brother'! Is there such a word for 'brother'?!"

"My ideal!" Kana ignored Mitsui's complaints, and answered his previous question by himself, "If Mitsui wants to become the number one coach in Japan, I will grow a penis and become the number one in the world scholars!"

"Hey! What does this have to do with growing a penis! And girls, don't talk about that kind of thing!"

"Grow a little penis and you will become the greatest pure man!"

"So your goal is just to be a great shemale nerd?!"

——Sure enough, the thinking of people with high IQs is different from that of ordinary people, completely unpredictable!

"Goodbye, goodbye, I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Mitsui waved his hands and turned his back.

The worry just now was purely unnecessary!

"See you tomorrow!" Kana shouted cheerfully behind him, "I will definitely go to school tomorrow!"

"Which day did you not go to school..." Mitsui thought depressingly.

The next day, the weather was overcast.

The gymnasium in northern Hunan is still in full swing.

The end of the Autumn National Games means the arrival of winter, and the winter trials are imminent.

In this national sports competition, Sakuragi only played twice, and each time did not exceed 10 minutes.Mitsui could see that on the one hand, Coach Anzai was still worried that Sakuragi had just recovered and did not dare to increase the amount of exercise for him. On the other hand, he just wanted to test how much Sakuragi had learned during his recovery.

Fortunately, Sakuragi performed very well in just 10 minutes of playing time, thanks to his basic training before the injury-even if there is a short period of time gap, the basic sense of the ball can still exist.

So he is also doing basic training today.

"Raise your waist up a little! Keep your calves down and focus!"

Ayako waved a paper fan and carefully supervised Sakuragi, who rarely thought she was wordy.

After the Battle of Sanno, Sakuragi grew a lot...

"Okay!" Sakuragi said full of fighting spirit, "Let me make up for all the basic training that I missed! Ahhhhh!!!!"

The frequency of hitting a basketball is multiplied by ten.

Caizi shouted: "Don't dribble so fast! You just recovered, you can slow down!"

"No, I'm a genius, and it'll be fine if a genius gets hurt all at once, so I won't be like Xiaosan before..."

Mitsui took an arrow in the knee.

Mitsui, who was in the practice match, yelled: "What are you talking about! What is the same as me before, what is the same! You say you say it!"

——Who thought that guy had grown up just now? !Grow ass!

The guy who didn't make much progress has abundant physical strength all the time, amazing jumping ability, and super high learning ability.

I have to say that Mitsui still envies him sometimes.

Sakuragi's talent is really good. He is indeed a genius in some aspects, but in other aspects he is a simple idiot.

"Big idiot." Rukawa Kaede dribbled the ball past Sakuragi outside the court, and dropped three words.

"What are you talking about! The bastard stinky fox looks down on me as a genius!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The frequency of hitting a basketball is multiplied by twenty.

Caizi's paper fan slapped him hard on the head: "I told you not to go so fast, bastard!"

Captain Miyagi Ryota stood aside and nodded in agreement: "A Cai is absolutely right, Sakuragi, you must listen carefully!"

A bunch of problem players.

Now Mitsui can understand the hard work of Akagi and Mumu, it is indeed a headache to face such a group of big idiots every day!

Mitsui, of course, denied being an idiot, including himself.

"I'm the real genius!" During Mitsui's self-hypnosis, a neat three-pointer went into the basket.

He didn't know that this three-pointer was noticed by Sakuragi.

Practice is over and Mitsui is ready to go home.He just took off his sports T-shirt and moved into the lounge by himself.

"Ah...that...Little San..."

The red-haired guy stood at the door of the lounge, facing Mitsui's naked body, holding a basketball hesitantly.

"What are you doing, Sakuragi," Mitsui said, "I'm going home to study for homework, what's the matter?"

"Uh...that..."

"Don't hesitate, it feels so disgusting..."

"I mean... I want to learn three-pointers..." Sakuragi said shyly.

"what?"

Mitsui maliciously pretended not to hear clearly—it's rare to see Sakuragi look embarrassed!

"I mean, I'm going to learn three-pointers!" Sakuragi said angrily, "Three-pointers! Like you! You see, I've been practicing long-distance shooting recently, so I think ..."

"Sakuragi," Mitsui stroked his forehead, "Is your long-range shooting only at the level of 'basically hitting'?"

"Could it be that you want me to hit every shot!" Yingmuhui misunderstood, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay! Practice all night, and I'll show you a hundred shots!"

"Oh...that's not what I meant," Mitsui patted Sakuragi on the shoulder, "Hey, Sakuragi, do you want to hear the truth from me?"

"Oh, the truth is a horse?"

"Do you know that there is a word for specialization in surgery?"

"A tree can turn into a palace?"

"No! There is a specialization in art! It means that everyone has their own position, and you can't demand that you do well in any aspect!"

"Oh……"

"Sakuragi," Mitsui said seriously, "your real talent is not in shooting. Shooting is just a scoring point. You are a forward, and the main responsibility of a forward is to protect the rebound and defend. If you want to shoot three To score the ball, you have to go outside, and then who's going to get the rebounds?"

"I'll grab it!" Sakuragi proudly pointed to himself with his thumb, "If the shot doesn't hit, I'll grab it myself, and then I'll shoot it myself!"

He has done this job himself countless times, and it is not difficult for his physical strength.

Mitsui rubbed his forehead: "Stupid! Did you hear what I just said... How can you guarantee that you can catch every rebound you throw, you bastard!"

Sakuragi looked naive: "Then just make a shot, and you don't need to grab a rebound if you make a shot!"

Mitsui turned around and put on his clothes: "Goodbye, goodbye, I won't talk to you anymore!! I'm going home to study for homework!"

He felt Sakuragi froze by his side for a while, and then left with the basketball in his arms.

I thought he had given up... Ah, yes, that idiot probably couldn't even write the word give up.

There was a sound from the gymnasium, bang bang bang, it was the basketball hitting the backboard.

Even though he said that just now, Mitsui couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen carefully.

Those balls, judging from the sound, none of them were scored.

The bang bang continued, Sakuragi practiced very seriously, but Mitsui couldn't stand it anymore!

The door of the lounge was pushed open suddenly, and Mitsui's roar resounded throughout the gymnasium: "What do you call a three-pointer! Don't be funny, okay! It's with the strength of your knees, knees, you know what you are like now Posture?!"

Sakuragi looked puzzled: "Huh? Didn't Xiao San say you went back?"

"Not yet! I have to correct you when I hear your three-pointers! The posture is all wrong. This is not the posture of long-distance shooting.

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