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evening.

After finishing the tedious basketball training, Vulcan walked out of the campus in a gloomy mood.

Looking at the busy traffic stained with the afterglow of the setting sun, Vulcan slung his sports bag over his shoulder with one hand, and paced dully along the street aimlessly.

After a while, my stomach protested.

Subconsciously stretching out his hand to cover his flat belly, Vulcan frowned.

After training for so long, it's time to replenish some energy.

Thinking of this, Vulcan froze slightly, turned around and wanted to go to the fast food restaurant he frequented to order hamburgers.

However, as soon as he took two steps, he stiffened his body again and stood still.

——By the way, that store is probably a place where Heizi often goes.

Gritting his teeth, Vulcan stood on the spot in confusion.

It took an afternoon to squeeze that thin figure out of his mind, but now, he let the other party easily disrupt his reasoning.

Reaching out his hand to rub the ends of his hair in frustration, Kagami ruffles his red hair in a mess.

However, the more you want to get rid of something, the more you follow it.

In the afternoon, the intimacy between Kuroko and Sakurai seemed to be engraved in his mind, and Kagami smacked his lips impatiently and clenched his fists slightly.

Looking up at the bright red Huoshaoyun in the sky, Vulcan took a long breath and stretched out his hand to pull the front of his coat.

Still not sure what's going on with his chaotic and complicated emotions, Vulcan only understands that a smear of exasperation attacks his reason on the verge of collapse from time to time.

In the end... how to describe this feeling? ...

He remembered the unwillingness and bitterness of losing the game.

Yet he was never overwhelmed by that feeling.

Because he has a faint belief in his heart, convinced that no matter what setbacks he encounters, he can firmly eradicate them until he reaches the other side of victory.

--However……

The feeling now is similar to losing a game... but even worse.

At the same time, there was still a panic in his heart that he had never experienced before.

——A kind of panic that seemed irreparable.

Games can be reversed, mistakes can be avoided, skills can be improved, and experience can be repeated.

but……

"Tsk!"

Covering his forehead with one hand, Vulcan pursed his lips chaotically.

——Food, I probably can’t finish it.

In the current state of confusion, if I saw that guy Heizi, I really didn't know what I would do.

With this in mind, Ren's belly was rumbling with hunger, Vulcan abruptly changed his route and walked towards the park near the campus.

——By the way, in my memory, there should have been an abandoned basketball court there.

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A few minutes later, Vulcan arrived at the empty and abandoned stadium.

Looking up and noticing the rusty basketball hoop, he couldn't help but look dark.

——Looks like, slam dunk or something, let's take it easy.

He doesn't want to contribute to the basketball hoop production line anymore.

Hugging the ball out of the sports bag, Vulcan stayed on the spot silently, moving it skillfully.

Hearing the crisp sound of the basketball hitting the ground, he gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to adjust the dull breath that had been there since just now.

——Basketball is his way of self-comfort and self-venting.

If possible, he will insist on playing basketball until his body no longer allows it.

After a moment of silence, he raised his arm and threw the ball familiarly.

A beautiful parabola, the basketball roared and hit the basket, and then fell steadily from the center of the basket.

Silent in place, Vulcan did not move.

Ren's basketball bounced a few times on the ground, and then quietly rolled to the side.

Staring blankly at the basketball lying alone in a corner of the court, Vulcan's eyebrows and eyes deepened.

Looking down at the pair of blood-red sneakers, he gritted his teeth.

——In two days, I won't be able to play ball with that kid.

——In two days, that kid will leave completely.

- In two days...

"Fuck." The body swayed dejectedly, and Vulcan's forked eyebrows were twisted together again.

--no.

——That feeling still can't be relieved.

——How can I...

——What the hell...

"Yo."

However, just when he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by that decadent emotion, a lazy greeting came from behind him.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head in confusion, and Vulcan looked towards the source of the sound.

A moment later, in the afterglow of the setting sun, he positioned a tall figure.

Focusing his eyes and discerning for a moment, his pupils suddenly turned black.

"Oh, Lord Vulcan? I'm really surprised to see you here." A moment later, Sakurai smiled brightly and walked slowly from the blurred sideline of the basketball court to Vulcan.

"..." Without saying a word, Vulcan gradually restrained the irritability on his face just now, and slipped one hand into his pocket expressionlessly.

"Huh? Why, shouldn't you be happy to see Heizi's friend?" Walking a step away from Vulcan, Sakurai stopped slowly, with a hint of teasing on the corner of his lips, "After all, he will I'm leaving your team."

"..." Gritting his back molars lightly, Vulcan stared at Sakurai calmly, his eyes flickering faintly.

Looking at Vulcan up and down for a moment, Sakurai shrugged, glanced sideways at the ball thrown by Vulcan on the side of the basketball court, and couldn't help but smack his lips: "Tsk tsk tsk, basketball is for playing, isn't it? Don't you think it's a pity?"

After saying that, without waiting for Kagami to respond, Sakurai walked towards the basketball rolling to the side.

Looking at the opponent's body line going away, Vulcan didn't intend to respond, turned around with a cold expression and walked towards the sports bag he threw on the sideline, flung the bag on his shoulder smartly, and went straight to walk out of the field.

However, just after taking two steps, there was a familiar "whoosh" sound from behind.

In the next second, before the rationality could catch up, the body had already reacted.

Turning around and turning his head, Vulcan stretched out his hand nimbly and firmly caught the ball from a distance.

Being rushed backwards by the inertia of the ball, he staggered back two steps, feeling the burning pain raging in the palm of his hand.

After a while, squinting his eyes and looking up, he looked at Sakurai not far away with a bright smile on his face, and frowned.

——This guy...has a lot of hands.

"Hello." Sakurai's golden eyes flashed with a trace of concentration in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, "Will you play with me?"

"..." Hearing this, Vulcan's expression froze.

After a while, he hugged the basketball lightly, turned around and walked towards the side of the court without looking back, and responded lightly: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

When he thought that he came here intending to have a quiet time, but could still run into this person, Vulcan was inexplicably annoyed.

The mood is really not ordinary bad.

However, just as he was about to ignore the provocative man, there was another rush of footsteps behind him.

In the next second, before Vulcan could react, the basketball in his arms was swiftly snatched away by a force.

He turned his head dumbly, looking at Sakurai who was dribbling the ball nimbly beside him, and his eyes turned fierce: "Give me back the ball."

"Huh? I want it again now? I just left it there just now?"

"I'll say it again, return my ball." Looking back at the opponent coldly, Vulcan narrowed his eyes.

"Heh, it's okay to get the ball back, but..." Sakurai deftly played various tricks with the basketball on his arm, "You have to pass my test first."

"..."

Looking at the mocking eyes of the other party, Vulcan was expressionless.

I thought that I might be provoked and eager to try, but for the first time, Vulcan felt a burst of exhaustion.

Looking back at Sakurai coldly, Vulcan sneered, looked sideways at the other party, and said lightly, "You want it so much? Then treat it like I'm sending you off."

After speaking, not intending to waste any more time around this person, Vulcan turned around and walked away calmly.

However, just when he felt clean again, the guy behind him with a face full of beatings smiled again and said, "Hey, are you really planning to just give me the basketball like this?"

"..." Vulcan didn't look back.

"Heh, for the sake of your generosity, why don't you just give Tetsuya to me?"

"..." Hearing the sound, his footsteps froze, and Vulcan was stunned.

Satisfied with the sudden reaction of the people who had already walked to the sidelines, Sakurai waved: "Why, you can give me your favorite basketball, can't it be that Zhe can't?"

"..."

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