blue fantasy

The fingers also paused.The sunlight outside the window was covered by thick clouds. I don't know if it was because of the light, her skin color was almost bloodless and transparent.Haruko thought she would avoid her question, but heard Ayako whisper sadly.

"Senior Mitsui doesn't pay any attention to me at all, he already hates me."

"Ayako."

Haruko withdrew her smile, stared at Ayako for a long time, then lifted her cheeks in a sigh.

"That kind of cruel man, you'd better give up."

give up?That cold-blooded man... should have been like this long ago.But I've liked it for so long... I can't even keep a respectful distance...

Ayako touched the wallet in her pocket lightly, planning to buy that knee pad during her lunch break.In fact, he might not like a gift.This kind of self is really boring and hopeless, maybe it will be punished by God.

**********

It has been two weeks since I saw Ayako last time, but Mitsui, who lives in class, get out of class, and club life, is always clouded in his heart.He stared out of the window in rapt attention. Even though it was the last lesson in the afternoon, the spring was full and the sky and the earth were still as bright as before.Mitsui, who lived a normal life, hadn't seen Ayako for many days. Could it be that she and Mito were together as rumored?Thinking of this, Mitsui's face twitched instantly, didn't he always hate her?Why does she always think of her again, she is not at all like her past self.Mitsui was deeply confused and struggling with himself.

The bell of "Ring—Ring" rang slowly.

"Stand up, salute!"

The voice of the teacher announcing that the class is over has not yet fallen, and the monitor can't wait to raise the voice of seeing off the guests.Mitsui knows that class leader Yamano is the seed player of the baseball club, and the baseball club will also usher in the annual county competition this month. In fact, not only the baseball club, but almost all sports clubs will enter various competitions this semester. A period of survival for the game.

The daytime study ended in a blink of an eye without feeling anything, and Mitsui lowered his head and silently sorted out the books in his hands.Horita turned his face to look, and seeing him lowered his eyes and looking in a hurry, he knew that it was time for him to go to the basketball hall for club activities again.Since Mitsui returned to the basketball team, they haven't been together for a long time, and when they meet occasionally, they just greet each other like strangers.Hota sighed, thinking depressingly, in the past three years from the initial rejection to today's accompanying shadow, he didn't treat the other party as a dispensable person!Hearing Mitsui crying and expressing the pain in his heart - "I want to play basketball" that day, his shock was no less than that of other people present.

For a long time, he has been with Mitsui day and night, but he has never realized that there is such a deep sorrow hidden in Mitsui's heart. No one has really entered his heart, and Mitsui exists in a gloomy state in an extremely lonely state.Not without doubts, Mitsui has never smoked, and the level of fighting is not the best, so why insist on entering his own circle?Only now did Horita understand that he never wanted to give up basketball at all, but he just suppressed his dream in his heart, and the painful situation can be imagined.Probably it was because he couldn't bear to see his hopes fail again, so he had to take the blame.In order to put a real smile on his face, that's what he did.Mitsui's separation from the so-called bad boy group is also a fact that must be faced.Things have come to this, what should end will end after all.

Hota paid attention to Mitsui's actions, and today is the day for him to make the final verdict.After tidying up his schoolbag, Mitsui stood up, dangling out of the classroom with a sports bag in one hand, walked through the corridor as if there was no one else around, crossed the corner, and strode down the stairs to the personal locker.There was a faint smile on his face, and Horita's heart sank.Mitsui's expression fully shows that his state of mind is relaxed and cheerful at the moment. He is completely immersed in the pleasure brought by basketball and really loves that sport.Realizing that he was actually jealous of basketball, Horita couldn't help but secretly surprised that his unwillingness to lose his friend was so strong, and the depression in his heart increased a little, so that it reached the point where he couldn't ignore it no matter what.Hota who followed behind Mitsui called out:

"Mitsui!"

Mitsui turned his head and looked up.Hota put his hands in his trouser pockets, slanted his shoulders slightly, and stood on a high step looking down at himself.Followed by two younger brothers.

"Dean?"

"Mitsui, you have to work hard for the next match."

Hota intentionally squeezed out a smile, but immediately collapsed.

"We will definitely cheer for you, don't worry!"

"of course."

Mitsui looked at him fixedly, Hota tried his best to put on a calm smile.Some doubts flashed in Mitsui's heart, what did he want to say?

"I saw my former good friend active in the basketball game..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and it was Hota who looked away first.He said with a dazed look.

"How should I put it? We also feel honored, so happy."

"fool."

Mitsui understood.My own behavior is undoubtedly the original culprit that caused my friends to worry. Everyone thought that leaving the original group would have to break up the previous friendship, just like myself in the past, unilaterally speculating on other people's thoughts, it really is a fool that birds of a feather flock together.The friend's keenness challenged Mitsui's patience, and the other party's cautious tone made him quite uncomfortable.Mitsui lowered his eyes, turned around and left.

"We're good friends now, too."

"Mitsui..."

Hota was stunned, and a relieved smile slowly appeared on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, having relieved his uneasy factors.Good friend... This seems to be the most beautiful word I have heard recently.In fact, Horita's actions are not difficult to understand. Mitsui recalled what Tetsuo said after the riot.

"The current look suits you better. 』

He twitched the corners of his lips with a wry smile, and looked up at the sky.The sky is as blue as a lake, the waves are as flat as a mirror, and there is not a trace of cloud in sight, and a little bit of starlight shines through the shadows of the sparse trees.Mitsui quickened his pace and ran forward.Suddenly his heart beat wildly - as far as he could see, not far away, Ayako was lowering her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her, waiting on the only way to the basketball court.The warm sunlight shone on her body, as if it was covered with a soft silver-white halo.Mitsui slowed down and watched her silently, unable to take his eyes off.

Sensing someone approaching, Ayako turned her eyes in surprise.

"what are you doing here?"

Mitsui asked in a slightly calm voice.A faint blush appeared on Ayako's cheeks, she stared at Mitsui for a long time, her melancholy expression was gradually replaced by a beautiful smile.

"Senior Mitsui."

When the wind blows, it blows in people's hearts like cotton wool.Mitsui recalled the night when she and Mito walked together, she looked at Mito in the same way, her smile was too glaring, and the sulking in her heart at that time is still vividly remembered.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Ayako nodded slightly.

"waited for so long?"

Mitsui walked up to her in a few steps, only to find that she was still holding a light green paper bag with pink and white dark patterns in her hand.Ayako nodded first, then shook her head frantically.

"What's wrong?"

Mitsui's voice softened.Ayako hesitated for a moment, looked down at the delicate and unique paper bag in her hand, and murmured.

"I think it's fine to put it in your locker... I think it's better to give it to you directly..."

The roots of her ears turned red suddenly, she gently held up the object in her hands, and lowered her head deeply.

"It's a gift for you, please... please accept it."

Mitsui raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Ayako's words.

"It's not a relative, not a friend, what gift to give? Valentine's Day has already passed."

"You... your knee injury..."

Ayako bit her lips in bewilderment, her fingertips extended to her arms trembling, her head drooped even deeper,

"It's not very expensive either."

Mitsui stopped talking, took the paper bag with one hand, tore open the package several times with a look of disdain, and took out the contents inside.I was stunned for a moment.

— Knee pads?

Looking at the inside, there is also a simple and fresh card with "Happy Birthday, Qingshuishang" written on it in beautiful handwriting.Mitsui stared intently at the kneepad in his hand, without saying a word.Ayako looked up and stared nervously at Mitsui, not letting go of any expression on his face.After a brief silence, Mitsui snorted and curled his lips indifferently.

"...to buy such a boring thing."

As he spoke, he threw it into the environmental protection bucket behind him with a "snap", shrugged and muttered.

"The old man used it, I don't want it!"

The sudden impact instantly made Ayako's face pale and bloodless.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go first."

Mitsui put one hand into his trouser pocket and was about to leave.

"Senior Mitsui."

Ayako said suddenly.

"I like you, never change!"

Mitsui stopped in his tracks and glanced mockingly at her sideways.

"It turns out that you still like me, but I don't have any feelings for you. It's really troublesome."

"..."

Ayako's drooping eyelashes could not help trembling slightly, and Mitsui's impatience also reached its peak at this time.He looked her up and down, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, pressing his palms against her chest.

"Only 70A, right? My body looks like a tarmac. I'm too short, only 160cm, so I'm not a good match."

"You... what are you doing?!"

Ayako turned pale with shock, and immediately blushed and struggled desperately after the initial shock.

"It looks like you haven't developed since junior high school."

Mitsui suddenly narrowed the distance between them, leaned in front of her, and looked at her.

"Even if we get along day and night with this figure, I'm not interested at all!"

"Too much!"

Ayako was shocked, angry, ashamed and annoyed, her face was hot as if she had been tortured.