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Watching Kuroko and Kagami go away, Sakurai gritted his teeth dryly, and strode out of the school expressionlessly.

The man standing silently by the school gate looked at Sakurai who passed in front of him as if no one was there, straightened his body from the edge of the wall with an indifferent expression, and then strode to follow.

Hearing the steady steps coming from behind, Sakurai turned his head sideways, and the corner of his eyes bumped into his tall body in a black windbreaker. He couldn't help but feel a smudge of complex emotions under his heart, and stretched out his hand to rub it irritably, shining brightly in the sun. Silver hair tip, without looking back impatiently said:

"Please don't follow me."

The footsteps behind him did not stop, but followed more closely.

Holding his breath for a long time, Sakurai tried his best to shield the rising dullness in his chest, gritted his teeth, and wanted to get rid of the other party, but was quickening his pace, the person behind him with big strides stepped towards him first , Before he could react in the next second, he grabbed his arm.

"What, what?!"

Eyes widened in astonishment, Sakurai turned his head in surprise, and saw Fujimoto's deep black pupils.

"Come with me."

After the brief statement, Fujimoto forcibly changed Sakurai's direction.

Staggering and being dragged to a dark car by the side of the road, Sakurai struggled to be stuffed into the back seat by Fujimoto, and was about to slam the door out. Fujimoto in front of him had already locked all the doors expressionlessly and started the car.

Like an arrow flying off the string, the car rushed onto the road in an instant, and Sakurai fell backwards uncontrollably due to the sudden inertia.

Looking at the street scene whistling backwards quickly outside the window, Sakurai immediately straightened his body, clasped the back of the driver's seat tightly with both hands, and vented his anger on the poor leather car seat bit by bit along his fingers.

"Stop the car for me!"

Tightly pulling the back of the seat in front, Sakurai poked half of his head forward, his eyes staring at Fujimoto's calm side face with blazing flames.

"Sit down."

Without frowning, Fujimoto stared steadily at the road ahead and responded lightly.

"Didn't you hear when I told you to stop?!" Squeezing his body into the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, Sakurai reached out and grabbed Fujimoto's shoulder, shaking wildly, "If you don't stop, I'll jump out of the car right now!"

"Kai." Let the other party pull his shoulders vigorously, Fujimoto remained expressionless, "Don't make trouble."

"Who is making trouble?! Where are you taking me?!" Sakurai felt his mouth dry with anger.

"Hospital."

"What are you going to the hospital for?!"

"..."

Fujimoto held the steering wheel and did not respond.

"Fujimoto Tetsuya! I'll say it again, if you don't stop, I'll—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, Fujimoto suddenly stretched out a powerful hand in front of him, grabbed his neckline roughly, and forcibly pulled him to his face.

Turning his head completely, Fujimoto didn't care about the road ahead, but stared at Sakurai's astonished face with a serious expression.

"Kay, don't force me."

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?!" Seeing the other party let go of the steering wheel in surprise, Sakurai felt his heart twitch, "Look at the road!"

"Promise me, go to the hospital obediently." Fujimoto's expression remained unchanged.

"You, you look at the road!" Being pulled by the neckline of the opponent, Sakurai struggled to reach the steering wheel, but was stopped by Fujimoto.

Tightening his arms even more, Fujimoto pulled Sakurai's face close to him, narrowing his eyes oppressively.

"Okay! Okay! I promise you!" Sakurai moved his throat dryly and nodded impatiently as his brows were about to wring out.

Looking at Sakurai's compromising eyes with a calm expression, Fujimoto was silent for a while before letting go of his palm.

Holding the steering wheel again, he turned his head without saying a word.

Undecided in shock, he stretched out his hands to grab his chest, and Sakurai panted heavily, feeling that the air in his lungs was about to be sucked out by the thrill just now.

Trying to calm down his thoughts, he slowly retreated to the rear seat with a face that was about to fall apart, slammed into the leather chair heavily, clasped the cold leather surface with both hands, and looked out the window with wandering eyes, inexplicably feeling an unprecedented setback in his chest It raged upwards when every stitch was needed.

Moments later, the smoldering mix of emotions turned into uncontrollable chaos.

Rubbing his hands into the ends of his hair, he bowed forward, his forehead resting on the front and rear car seats, and he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Fujimoto...you bastard..."

This man, who had given up his only chance to save his mother, had selfishly slipped abroad, leaving a painful hole in his heart that could not be filled.But now, the other party reappeared in his world with the appearance that nothing happened, interrupting all his plans again.

--In the end what you want……

Muttering, feeling the painful warm surge in the eye sockets again, Sakurai trembled and stretched out his hands to block the eye sockets, so hard that he wanted to goug his eyes out.

Leaning back on the chair behind him again, Sakurai placed one arm on his forehead, trying to calm his violently heaving chest.

——If possible, he really wanted this man to disappear in his own world forever.

Never...don't come back.

Silently looking at the road ahead, Fujimoto squinted and let the sunlight from the sky penetrate into his eyes through the front windshield.

Looking sideways quietly, Fujimoto looked into the rearview mirror.

Seeing the silver-haired man bitterly reaching out his hand to cover his forehead to cover most of his face, an imperceptible dimness glides across his eyes.

**

After half an hour.

Central hospital.

When Qianye saw the two men with strange expressions walking into the ward one after the other, he couldn't help feeling agitated.

——What's the situation?

Dumbly meeting Fujimoto's calm body as always, Chiba stared in astonishment at Sakurai's displeased face beside him, and said with a dry smile, "Why...bring Xiaokai?"

"..." Looking at Qianye intently, Fujimoto remained speechless, not intending to explain.

Hearing the intimate "Xiao Kai" that popped out of the other party's mouth, Sakurai's face darkened for a moment.

Locking his silver brows tightly, he squinted at the strange face in front of Fujimoto, and twitched the corners of his lips in displeasure: "Excuse me, do I know you?"

Hearing the blunt tone of the other party, Chiba was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand and scratched her head in embarrassment, and forced a smile.

——Also, I and Fujimoto met in the United States.

Knowing Kaiichi Sakurai is also because of the gradual and in-depth communication with Fujimoto in the past two years.

During the discussion, hearing that Fujimoto only called this kid "Kai", he unconsciously called him by his name.

——However, after all, I have never seen him in person.

It seems impolite to call someone by their first name when they meet for the first time.

"Uh...Sorry...Sakurai-kun, I often hear Yu mentioning you, so I unconsciously..." I don't know how to explain, Chiba's face is already filled with dryness.

But...speaking of it, Sakurai Kaiichi in front of him is indeed... a bit different from Fujimoto's description.

Scratching his head with an apologetic face, Qianye's heart was filled with small waves.

——According to Fujimoto's description of Sakurai, the other party should be a pure boy who is humble and shy, and easily shy.

That's why he called "Xiao Kai" unknowingly.

but……

The man in front of...

I always feel, inexplicably, aggressive.

——It was far from what Fujimoto described.

However, just as Chiba was meditating, the man opposite frowned.

"Who is Yuu?" Sakurai's golden pupils shone with deeper displeasure.

"Eh?" Looking at the confused face of the other party, Chiba was slightly taken aback.

After a while, turning to Fujimoto, he wondered, "Hey, Yuu, didn't you tell him?"

Glancing at Chiba, Fujimoto turned to Sakurai, glanced at a round chair in the ophthalmology room, and ordered: "You sit over there first, and the doctor will come later."

Tightly pursing the corners of her lips, Sakurai looked serious and did not move.

"I have two questions for you. If you don't answer, I'll leave now." Arms crossed his chest, Sakurai's brows furrowed even tighter.

"..." Fujimoto frowned, his dark eyes turned to Sakurai.

"One, why did you bring me to the hospital? Two, who is Yuu?" Sakurai's eyes were focused like never before.

Putting one hand into the pocket, Fujimoto lowered his eyes.

After a while, he took out the cigarette pack and lighter, and tried to light it expressionlessly.

However, as soon as he made two movements, the person beside him quickly grabbed his cigarette stick and gritted his teeth: "Answer me."

"Kay, don't play basketball anymore." With sideways eyes, Fujimoto Qingqian avoided the topic, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette pack again.

However, this time, as soon as he lifted the lighter, the person in front of him simply smashed the cigarette pack and the lighter in his palm to the ground violently, his golden eyes filled with unprecedented anger.

Panting, Sakurai took a step forward and stepped in front of Fujimoto, his shoulders trembling slightly due to emotional excitement: "It's none of your business whether I play or not?!"

"Heal your leg before we talk about playing ball." Fujimoto calmly stared at the manic face in front of him.

"My leg?..." Hearing this, he was slightly taken aback.

A moment later, Sakurai's cheek was once again ravaged by a smear of prey.

"So, that's why you brought me to the hospital?" Sakurai felt inexplicably oppressed by an inexplicable oppression in his chest, as if he was suffocating under the surface of the water, Sakurai desperately wanted to find an outlet to vent.

——Why do these people meddle so much? !

What's wrong with playing? !

His playing time is running out...

Can't these people say something encouraging? !

Is it so difficult to say a word that allows him to barely look forward to the future? !

Lifting leg injury all day long, as if he will be paralyzed tomorrow!

His eyes were raging with anxiety, Sakurai shook his head resentfully, his face was very ugly, staring at Fujimoto's expressionless eyes, he said in frustration: "I said, 'Don't mind my business', which word did you not hear? Understand?!!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't plan to stay here any longer, Sakurai hurriedly turned around, ready to leave.

However, he only took two steps, but his wrist was grabbed again by a force.

Looking back angrily, I saw Fujimoto pulling him, while steadily ordering Chiba beside him: "Chiba, bring Dr. Morita."

"Now, now?" Qianye was sweating beside him.

Fujimoto nodded indifferently.

"That...but..." Staring at Sakurai who was extremely excited and struggling desperately in front of him, and the man next to him who was so calm that he didn't think he was a creature of this universe, Chiba seemed to hesitate.

"Go." Sternly ordered, Fujimoto looked sideways, looking sharply at Sakurai who was already blushing in front of him, "I have something to tell this kid."

Deling, although very hesitant, Qianye still went out dryly.

"Let go!" screamed, Sakurai's face contorted with rage.

Pulling on Sakurai's collar, Fujimoto frowned.

"I told you to put—uh!"

However, in the next second, Fujimoto suddenly leaned forward, roughly bit the line of Sakurai's lips and kissed hard, swallowing the rest of the other's words verbatim.

"Vine—uh..."

When he was thrown onto the hospital bed, Sakurai Richi still couldn't keep up.

Turning over onto Sakurai's body, Fujimoto reached out and pinched his jaw to force him to look at him.

"It's only been two years, and you've become so stupid." After saying that, he bowed down forcefully, and Fujimoto sucked Sakurai's lips again.

Pushing the hard chest in pain, Sakurai bitterly tried desperately to turn his head away, but in vain.

"Let—uh...let go!..."

His face was dyed maroon, Sakurai was panting, his voice seemed to be crying.

"Give me a little more self-willedness, understand?" Pressing his shoulder tightly, Fujimoto slightly parted his lips, panting and staring at the red-faced man with dark eyes.

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