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The bright light from the sky poured on the basketball court, dyeing the faces crowded around the court brilliantly.

"Fujimoto-senpai! Come on!"

A thin and small figure barely squeezed in the front of the crowd, screaming with both hands trumpet-like covering the corners of the lips.

Listening to the loud and encouraging sound of passing through the noise, a strenuous figure on the basketball court unexpectedly turned his head sideways, with black hair fluttering along with the movement, looking at the sideline, who was squeezed by the crowd. A little boy with a red face.

A moment later, a gentle smile slid across the corner of his lips, and he blinked his left eye at the thin figure excitedly watching the battle.

Seemingly surprised that the other party responded to his cheering, the little boy froze in a daze, his face was immediately stained with an unprecedented blush, he bit his lip and burst into a sunny smile, his beautiful golden eyes smiled into a line.

After the game, walking to the side bench, Fujimoto bent down and took out a towel from his sports bag, flung it on his neck smoothly, and carefully wiped the sweat from his raging face with downcast eyes.

Just as he was adjusting his breath, there was a sound of slow footsteps behind him.

Fujimoto tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt and hastily wiped away the sweat that had slid down his chin. He was about to stand up on his own, but a wandering voice came to his ears: "Fuji, Fujimoto-senpai..."

Hearing someone calling him, Fujimoto froze, stopped his movements, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound unexpectedly.

I saw a thin figure more than a head shorter than myself breaking into my field of vision.

Looking down at the little boy with a bright red face, Fujimoto frowned.

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized something.

Looking at the boy in front of him who was so nervous that he was breathing intermittently, he nodded friendly to him: "Just now, you were the one who helped me cheer up off the court, right?"

"Hmm, um..." The boy stared dryly at Fujimoto's handsome face, scratched his head in embarrassment, and responded shyly.

Affirmed by the other party, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Fujimoto's lips.

After a while, he stretched out his hand to touch the end of the opponent's hair and rubbed it gently. Fujimoto stared softly at the other's cramped cheek: "Thank you."

Feeling the instant warmth covering the forehead, the cheeks of the boy in front of him became even redder.

He didn't know where to put his hands anymore, but subconsciously lowered his head and stared at the upper of the shoe, biting his lip slightly.

Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, Fujimoto withdrew his palm and narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes: "What's your name?"

"Sakura, Kaiichi Sakurai." Not daring to look into Fujimoto's eyes, Sakurai lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Study here too?"

"Um……"

"How old are you?"

"...the first year of middle school..."

Sakurai rubbed his hands behind his back awkwardly, desperately trying to relieve the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

"Well, a new classmate who just entered school." Fujimoto looked down at Sakurai and asked patiently.

"Mmm, um..." Nodding his head, Sakurai reluctantly raised his head, and glanced at the tall and thin boy who was staring at him intently.

"Heh, Sakurai elementary school brother, thank you for your hard work today." With a handsome and bright smile, Fujimoto sincerely.

After finishing speaking, he pointed at the high school building next to the basketball court. Fujimoto said lightly, "Class will start soon, so I'll leave first. It's a pleasure meeting you today. If you want to find me in the future, just go to Class A of the third year of high school."

After finishing speaking, he slung the sports bag on his shoulders chicly, and smiled at Sakurai, ready to take a step.

"That, that! Fujimoto-senpai!"

However, he only took two steps, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by a force.

"Ok?"

Looking back, Sunshine called from behind the vine itself, and the other party's expression could not be seen clearly.

"I……"

Intermittently, Sakurai pulled the opponent's palm trembling slightly.

"Anything else?"

"I……"

"?"

"Hi, hi..."

Sakurai's voice gradually became so small that only he could hear it.

"Huh? What?"

Fujimoto turned around completely.

Feeling the steadfast black eyes covering him, Sakurai closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Fujimoto."

After a while, he raised his head suddenly, his golden eyes flashed with unprecedented firmness:

"I like you!"

……

……

……

"team leader?"

"team leader?!"

"Captain wake up!"

Suddenly there was a violent force on the shoulder, Sakurai trembled violently, and then his cheek hit the table abruptly.

Stretching out his hand in pain to rub the sore end of his nose, he raised his head in displeasure, and his sight met the worried Takahashi Kei.

"Captain... why are you asleep?"

Staring vaguely at the concerned face of the other party, Sakurai subconsciously looked around, then rubbed one hand into the tip of his hair, and sighed softly in frustration.

——...Is it a dream...?

Pulling up the front of his chest with one hand, Sakurai looked at his empty desk, speechless.

The embarrassing state of mind in the dream still has vivid feelings at this moment.

The man's youthful face at that time lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help closing his eyes tightly.

——Why are you dreaming about what happened at that time at this very moment? ...

Annoyed to unbutton the top collar of his uniform, Sakurai Kou packed his schoolbag, slung his shoulders and was about to walk towards the door of the classroom.

"Captain...where are you going?"

"get out of class is over, isn't it?" Sakurai said indifferently without looking back, "Training."

"Captain!" He rushed to Sakurai's side in two steps at a time. Takahashi was still worried about the scene of the other party's slam dunk in the rain the night before, "Are you... all right?"

"What can I do?" Sakurai gritted his teeth slightly, his expression was extremely stiff because he dreamed of someone he didn't want to see, "I'm not living a good life."

"Captain, what happened yesterday—"

"Stop talking." Sakurai frowned impatiently as the boy next to him was still rambling about what happened the night before.

Dragging his schoolbag into the corridor, Sakurai turned around and planned to go to the basketball club with Takahashi.

However, after Fang took two steps, the noise gradually becoming clearer in the corridor made Sakurai and Takahashi turn their heads curiously.

After a while, the vision broke into a group of screaming girls crowded in front of the window with nympho faces.

With a gloomy complexion, Sakurai slipped his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes boredly.

The entire corridor was almost full of girls, he sideways walked around the clamoring bodies with displeasure, and moved to the other side of the corridor with difficulty.

However, after walking for a long time, the speed dropped by half, and it was hopeless even to squeeze out the group of girls.

Taking advantage of his outstanding height, he subconsciously looked out the window, wanting to know what kind of dignity a person who made a bunch of women fall into this kind of crazy state.

The bright sunlight outside the window painted a perfect picture, Sakurai squinted his eyes, and took advantage of the bright light to aim in the direction where the girl was looking.

He was about to curse inwardly in boredom, but the next second, a figure leaning against the school gate suddenly broke into his field of vision.

His body froze immediately, Sakurai was speechless.

Petrified, he moved his throat dryly.

After a while, he opened his eyes sideways like an electric shock, and hurriedly glanced at the dazed Takahashi beside him, with a faintly chaotic voice: "Um... Takahashi, hurry up, or you'll be late for training later."

After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, and moved bluntly to squeeze towards the girls who were stuck together like canned sardines in front of him.

"team leader?……"

Looking at the sudden acceleration of Sakurai in confusion, Takahashi stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and followed Sakurai's line of sight to look out the window.

I saw a slender handsome man leaning indifferently at the school gate, biting a cigarette butt and looking at this side with deep eyes.

Staring at the other person's cheek in a daze for a moment, Takahashi didn't realize anything.

After a while, with a black thread on his head, trying to clear up his messy thoughts, he hurriedly followed Sakurai ahead.

—…Who is the man at the school gate? ...

The captain...knows him?

However, that's not the point at all...

The point is-

That guy has that face...does he let other men live!

**

After training in the afternoon, Sakurai walked out of the gymnasium and was walking towards the school gate, when a soft call came from beside him.

"Sakurai-kun."

With a sudden tremor of nerves, Sakurai turned around in astonishment, feeling that his nerves were almost broken by the sudden voice.

After a while, he regained his composure, and the figure of Heizi came into view.

——This kid is still surreptitious as always.

"Tetsuya?……"

"Sakurai-kun, the coach said you don't need to come to the next training." Heizi's light blue eyes were filled with seriousness.

Hearing this, he was stunned, and Sakurai's expression suddenly dropped.

After being silent for a while, he frowned solemnly: "Tetsuya, you know it's impossible for me to agree to such a thing."

"Sakurai-kun's leg injury can't heal in a day or two, can it?" Facing Sakurai's forceful attitude, Heizi seems to have been prepared.

Hearing the other party's frank statement, Sakurai was slightly taken aback.

Staring at Heizi's plain face unexpectedly, he was surprised: "How...how do you know about my legs?"

"Sakurai-kun, playing ball is important, but if your health is gone, then everything is useless, isn't it?" Without responding to the other party's question, Heizi's indifferent eyes flickered with concern, "Temporary rest does not mean giving up, It's better to recharge your energy and store up your energy, and I hope Sakurai-kun will protect your body."

Hearing Heizi's sincere advice, Sakurai froze for a moment, then remained silent.

A moment later, a bit of bitterness slid across the corner of his lips, and Sakurai lowered his eyes.

...Yesterday, I just failed to confess my love to this kid, and the other guy came here to care about me as if nothing happened today.

——How insensitive is the other party to things like feelings?

However, just as he was about to respond to Heizi in frustration, the other party's pocket phone suddenly rang with a sudden vibration.

After a while, Heizi nodded apologetically at Sakurai: "Sakurai-kun, I'm sorry, I left a little earlier. I hope you can listen to what the coach said." After speaking, he smiled politely at Sakurai, and went Walked straight to the school gate.

Opening his lips unexpectedly, Sakurai watched Heizi go away, and naturally felt a dark tide rising up in his heart.

However, just as he was guessing that the person Heizi answered the phone might be Vulcan, his eyes drifted away, and he was looking at the school gate ahead, and the man who appeared in his dream was staring at him wordlessly.

Facing the opponent's black pupils in astonishment, Sakurai moved his throat, and the next second unconsciously blurted out: "Zhe, Tetsuya..."

However, as soon as the voice came out, Heizi, who was talking on the phone in front of him and had already walked to the school gate, couldn't help but stop slowly, and looked back at Sakurai in puzzlement.

Stunning on the spot, Sakurai froze.

Sakurai felt confused for a moment as his eyes jumped on the two "Tetsuya" who were looking at him at the same time.

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