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——Sakurai-kun, your legs can last at most another two months in this condition.In order to ensure your basic mobility, please give up basketball. ——

Head... so many voices.

very noisy.

Strolling silently into the teaching building, Sakurai's face was filled with indecipherable emotions.

--ah?Captain... why did you challenge Shiro Rin? !They are the champions of this WinterCup! ——

Don't talk, it's noisy.

The drops of water slid down the cheek line little by little, and he hastily stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, rubbing vigorously.

——Hey Sakurai, why are you so active?It's not the last time to play. ——

To shut up.

——Sakurai!Can you be more serious, what if your leg is broken, run faster! ——

——Sakurai-kun, the person I like is Kagami-kun. ——

——Come on, Kai, I'll teach you how to play basketball. ——

—Kay is really gentle. ——

—Kay, I'm sorry, I can't accept you. ——

Shut up!

Wet shoes made a sticky sound on the cold marble floor of the empty corridor.

The silver hair was sucked to the face submissively, and the leg was aching, Sakurai continued to move with a blank expression, looking at the end of the dark corridor with misty eyes.

"team leader!"

Behind him came the sound of Takahashi chasing him from far to near.

Sakurai didn't stop, turned around and flashed into a dark corridor.

With his back against the wall, he slipped his hands into his wet pockets, raised his head against the cold wall, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Captain! Where are you?!"

Takahashi on the veranda was about to shout.

Sakurai didn't respond at all.

"Captain! You are so selfish!"

"..."

"Do you know how worried your teammates are about you?!"

"..."

"Captain! Can you please come out?!"

Sakurai slid slowly along the wall and sat on the ground, propped up one knee, and closed his eyes.

"Captain! Why are you pushing everyone away?! Please cheer up! Don't be like this!"

A bit of bitterness slid across the corners of his lips, and Sakurai reached out to pinch the center of his brows.

—Push away?

He... pushed everyone away?

Oh, what are you kidding?

On weekdays, isn't it enough to have a hippie smile with them?

"team leader!……"

Takahashi's voice faded away.

Sakurai reached out and tugged at the wet neckline, took off the whole jersey angrily, and threw it aside hastily.

With his chest bare, he arched his back and stared down at the ground, letting the bitterness and frustration that he tried to hide on the court just now raged wildly.

In the entire corridor, there is only the sound of crazy rain hitting the glass outside the window.

—Kay, are you going to give up just like that? ——

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my mind.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sakurai frowned and smiled wryly.

Oh, it's ridiculous to think of that person at such a time.

Rubbing one hand into the tip of the hair, Sakurai clasped his scalp with five fingers, tightening fiercely.

He obviously swore that he would never think about that person again at any time.

Taking a long breath, Sakurai finally felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion slowly creeping into his mind.

After a while, another figure slowly came into my mind——

Kuroko Tetsuya.

The other party is very similar to that person.

Similar expressions, similar tone, similar...

first name.

Leaning back against the wall again, the coldness of the wall penetrated into his skin immediately, and he couldn't help shivering his shoulders.

The pain in the legs continued to rage.

Forgot... that person?

what.

Sakurai, who are you kidding?

yourself?

Sensing the darkness that kept enveloping him, Sakurai subconsciously curled up his body, wrapped his arms tightly around his legs, and buried his head in his knees.

For some reason, a sense of fear was attacking his nerves little by little.

The things I care about the most are collapsing one by one.

He tried desperately like a child to catch the flying tail, and fell to the ground, bruised and bruised.

——Why did you challenge Shiro Rin?

——Why not wait until the official InterHigh or WinterCup?

——Why do you care so much about the result of an ordinary challenge?

--why?

The palm tightened violently, Sakurai gritted his teeth, the bitterness that had been circling in his chest from just now became more and more vivid.

Why? ...

Ah.

Because, if he doesn't challenge within these two months, he will never have the chance to face the previous WC champion Cheng Rin.

The palm of the hand is on the leg, and the fingers are slightly clasped.

——Why not give him a little more time?

——Why...God...is it so unfair?

He hugged his body even tighter, and he let the dark tide take away his reason bit by bit.

—Kay, I'm here. ——

Deceiving.

— Kay, don't be afraid. ——

Do not talk……

don't... do it again...

disturb my heart.

"Kay."

……

Very clear voice.

Heh, Kaiichi Sakurai, you are really pathetic.

Have you actually given up on yourself to the point of hearing hallucinations?

Are you ridiculous?

That person has long since left.

Leave without saying goodbye.

Shatter all your dreams and pride without hesitation.

——And, that first love.

"Kay."

The deep voice echoed in the empty corridor, surpassing the sound of raging rain outside the window.

- as if close to the ear.

"..." Confused and slowly raised his head, Sakurai looked in the direction of the sound source stiffly.

After a while, a dark figure appeared at the corner of the stairs in the field of vision.

The light leaked from the lightning outside the window from time to time came from behind the other party, making it difficult for Sakurai to recognize the other party's expression.

However, that quiet figure inexplicably made Sakurai feel nervous.

The visitor lowered his head silently, looking down from the top of the stairs at Sakurai who was sitting at the bottom of the stairs.

Even if he couldn't see the other party's eyes clearly, Sakurai knew that the other party was looking at him sharply.

After a while, realizing that he was still topless, he hastily grabbed the jersey, and quickly stood up from the ground, his face restored to awe-inspiring.

Frowning, he raised his head sharply to look at the silent person above, squinting and trying to identify.

——It is rare to hear someone call him "Kay" like that person.

Sakurai really wanted to know who the other party was.

The two faced each other, and time seemed to stand still in that silence.

After a while, Wei Wei clenched the ball shirt in his hand, Sakurai stared at the person above in a low voice, breaking the deadlock: "Who?"

Hearing this, the person on the stairs moved his shoulders slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Sakurai heard a slight laugh in the darkness.

After a while, sporadic lights flickered in the darkness, and a wisp of fine green smoke rose slowly. The visitor smiled and walked slowly down from the top of the stairs.

Sakurai frowned as the smell of smoke burst into his nostrils.

"It's only been two years, have you actually forgotten me?"

The distance between the two is getting closer.

The opponent walked slowly, knocking on the ground step by step, smudging the empty corridor deeper and deeper.

Hearing the other party's deep and magnetic voice, Sakurai suddenly felt as if his heart had been grabbed by something.

Looking at the person who kept approaching him in astonishment, he subconsciously stepped back, his bare chest rising and falling.

"No, it's impossible." Mumbling to himself and shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and kept denying.

"I planned to come back to see you in two days, but..." After a pause, the visitor had already walked in front of Sakurai. His neat black hair perfectly outlined the handsome face in the dark, and his sharp phoenix eyes were staring at you. He said, "The you now really disappoint me so much that I can't wait any longer."

Looking at the handsome face in his memory, Sakurai was already stunned and lost his voice.

Slowly approaching Sakurai again, the man narrowed his beautiful eyes, and a smudged and playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "What, miss me?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to reach the end of Sakurai's hair.

"Don't touch it!" Severely blocking the opponent's outstretched palm, Sakurai took a step back like an electric shock.

Unexpectedly raised his eyebrows, the man squinted his eyes: "Oh, I haven't improved my game skills, but my personality has become quite bad."

"..." Gritting his teeth, Sakurai frowned.

"Kay." Staring at Sakurai's messy and ravaged face, the man shrugged and leaned towards Sakurai again, "I've missed you so much these past two years."

Forced by the opponent to retreat to the corner, Sakurai leaned back, his body helplessly touching the wall.

The chest slowly approached Sakurai, the man propped one hand on the side of Sakurai's head, looked down at Sakurai's naked upper body, and smiled slightly: "Dressed like this, are you testing my control?"

"Go away!" He stretched out his fist and slammed into the opponent's chest with full strength, but just as he struck out, he felt soft warmth.

Opening his eyes in astonishment, Sakurai noticed that the other party had stretched out his hand to wrap his fist tightly.

"What happened in the past two years? Hmm?" Holding Sakurai's wrist, the man's handsome face slowly approached, "Turning you into this fangs and claws?" Smacking his lips, the man narrowed his eyes, "The original you , but it's so gentle that it makes people feel distressed."

"Didn't you hear me telling you to go away?!" Gritting his teeth, Sakurai hit the opponent with his chest, but the person stood in front of him like a mountain, motionless.

Even though he was tall at 190, the man opposite him was a head taller than him.

Sakurai remembers that when he was in the second year of junior high school, his stature suddenly started to grow up.

At that time, he was immediately promoted to the highest queue from the shortest people in the class.

The feeling of standing out from the crowd is certainly new, but...for the person in front of him, he couldn't find that feeling at all.

——The feeling that you can surpass the other person.

"Do you know that your frustrated expression is ugly now?" The man's handsome face was half a smile, and he tightened his grip on Sakurai's wrist.

"let me go!"

"What, got dumped?"

"Go away!" Sensing the other person's breath blowing on his face for a moment, Sakurai parted his cheeks in disgust.

"Who? By that blue-haired kid?"

"You don't need to worry about my affairs!" Panting, Sakurai was still struggling.

"Heh, is there any need to worry about this kind of thing?"

With the other hand reaching forward, the man squeezed Sakurai's jaw hard and forced him to face himself.

"..." Looking at the person in front of him painfully, Sakurai frowned.

However, after a while, before he could react, the handsome face in his field of vision suddenly magnified.

In the next second, the lips were sucked violently.

The tip of his tongue savagely pried open Sakurai's stunned lips, and the man carefully licked the tip of Sakurai's tongue back and forth, until the other party was ravaged and sucked out from between his lips.

After a while, withdrew his cheeks, the man stared at Sakurai's face that had already been flushed with shame, and smiled lightly:

"He doesn't want it, I want you."

The author has something to say: Another new week!Dear friends, you should pay attention to the combination of work and rest after work and study, and don't be too tired~

In other words, Ya intends to invite the pairing of Sakurai children's shoes to play in this chapter.

Many relatives may have some resistance to Sakurai, who appeared as Vulcan's love rival as soon as he came on the stage.

Ya now exposes the child's past...

Hey, it's actually a loveless idiot...

Parents, pay attention to give this child some love~~

Love you guys!