[Net King + Black Basket] Calm Akashi-kun

=========================

What kind of person is Akashi Seijuro?

Most adults who have met him will answer, excellent.Perhaps many other compliments would be added.

In school, most of the girls had longings for this perfect sixth grader. He seemed to know everything, and his whole body was shining brightly, like a luminous body.

In the eyes of most boys in the school, Akashi-san has a good personality and is a trustworthy person.Of course, there is still Xiao Qiaozhen who refuses to admit defeat, thinking that it would be great if he can be so good.

People who are closer to Akashi will add other things, for example, Midorima thinks Akashi is his lifelong enemy, Hojo thinks he is his best friend, and Mizuprince thinks he is a person with his own small world in his heart.In the eyes of Yayoi Fujiwara, who has always been at odds with Akashi, he is just a person who can put on airs. He is obviously indifferent to everything, but it is extremely hypocritical to pretend to be gentle and sensible to win the favor of others.

Look, that fake guy is talking to that coward in Suwon again.

"Then I will leave the historical evidence this time to Akashi-kun."

"It's not too much trouble."

Although that guy said it was not a troublesome matter, he actually agreed to it for the sake of cowardice.

Fujiwara looked at the way Akashi frowned slightly after Suwon left, and thought to himself.

Fujiwara gave a disdainful "tsk" and was about to turn around and leave.

"Fujiwara." Ah, it was that annoying guy's voice.

Fujiwara turned around slightly, and said impatiently: "Ah, what are you doing?"

Akashi's sudden call to stop him didn't really mean anything else, it was just subconsciously calling someone when he saw someone. Now he asked himself this way, which made him startled, and then he remembered that Fujiwara couldn't understand his appearance, and he suddenly woke up. Interested, even though I don't like talking to him very much, I still want to ask him what he thinks.Akashi took a few steps forward, shortening the distance between Fujiwara and himself. He saw the other person subconsciously backed up a few steps, and pretended to be a little distressed and asked, "Do you hate me so much?"

Fujiwara raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Akashi to ask such a question, but he said without hesitation, "Ah, it's really annoying."

Akashi, who is accustomed to tactful dialogue, was a little uncomfortable facing Fujiwara's straight ball.

"You obviously didn't intend to have any more interaction with me, why do you still show that expression, it's really hypocritical."

Another straight ball directly made Akashi decide not to maintain basic social etiquette for people like him.

Fujiwara was not afraid of looking at the expression on Akashi's face, but took a few steps forward and said, "What? I got it right? A bumbling guy."

Although Akashi was a little unhappy in his heart, he was not angry. At the same time, he was a little surprised by Fujiwara's keen sense.Of course, this does not mean that he admits the other party's "hypocrisy". He does not think it is a kind of hypocrisy, but a kind of polite restraint. Fake is very sophisticated.

How childish.

This kind of child who has never experienced anything is outspoken and has no empathy, so there is no need to be serious with him.Of course, I have no obligation to tolerate his rudeness.In the past, when the two were about to clash countless times, Akashi just smiled and then the matter was revealed, but this time he didn't want to get used to the other party's stink.

Where you can be the master, you must have absolute dominance.

A sudden thought came to Akashi's mind.

"Really?" Akashi's expression remained unchanged, but in Fujiwara's view, this guy was mocking himself, and continued: "But everyone likes the way I pretend, and praise and popularity come from this way. And you How about sticking to the original self? Who else would care about you except those two little followers who are afraid of your force?"

Fujiwara's face sank, he grabbed Akashi's collar and said, "You bastard!"

"What? Was I right? A straight guy?"

Hearing him imitate his own tone before mocking himself, Fujiwara clenched his fists and prepared to teach the bad guy in front of him a lesson.

"If you fight again, the school will invite the parents, right? Are you sure you want your father to know about it?"

Akashi's words hit Fujiwara's vitals.

Under Akashi's gaze, Fujiwara slowly loosened his collar as he expected.

"Remember! Akashi Seijuro!"

Akashi thought that he would speak harshly, but he didn't expect it to be behind.

Before leaving, Fujiwara punched Akashi mercilessly.

"I'm not the kind of person to be bullied!"

"..."

Yayoi Fujiwara!I remember you [○??｀Д????○].

Akashi House

Because his father was away on a business trip, Akashi was alone at the dining table eating breakfast. He swallowed a sip of milk with some difficulty. After so long, he still couldn’t get used to the taste of milk. He always felt that milk tasted strange Feel.But drinking milk is good for health, and his mother would persuade him to drink it when he was still there, so he could only accept it.

Akashi put down his milk glass and rubbed his shoulders.

He didn't feel pain, but he remembered the pained expression on Fujiwara's fist after he hit him yesterday.

Fujiwara's punch was originally aimed at his face, but he dodged a little to maintain his image, and the fist hit his shoulder.He really didn't expect that Fujiwara would choose to punch that punch. He had clearly explained the consequences to him. It seems that next time he will have to take into account such unexpected situations as "impulse".

It's true that he suffered a small loss this time, but he was not angry, after all, he himself was a little impatient.Was my situation at that time considered "impulsive"?Actually, not all of it.Even though he really disliked Fujiwara, that person was not worth his effort to deal with, he... just didn't like people who kept provoking him.

After eating the last bite of the sandwich, Akashi bravely drank the milk in the cup under Yoshimoto's kind gaze.

At noon, Akashi rarely had time to relax. After watching today's NHKWorld English news, he didn't go back to his room to read or study. Instead, he sat on the comfortable sofa and continued to watch TV in a slightly relaxed manner. He switched channels aimlessly.

Perhaps there is no TV program that can attract him, Akashi felt a little bored and stopped pressing the buttons, and the TV program just changed to a sports program, which was an NBA broadcast.

Akashi remembered that her mother used to be like this too. She leaned on the sofa to watch the broadcast of the football game, and when she scored a goal or had a preliminaries operation, she, who was usually demure and elegant, would suddenly get excited. A sporty energetic girl.

He didn't quite understand why his mother liked basketball so passionately before, and he once asked this question. At that time, she said with a smile: "To be honest, I don't know. I just fell in love with it. If you must find someone The reason may be that the enthusiasm carried by basketball is something I yearn for but cannot achieve, and people always cherish things that they don’t have.”

At that time, he didn't quite understand it, but now he gradually understands it.

People always have some expectations for things they can't do, and it's the same for themselves.So he would say a few words to Fujiwara, so he would be willing to get in touch with games he didn't understand.He knew it wasn't good for him to behave like this, but on the other hand, he thought it was a good feeling.

Akashi closed his eyes gently.

"Follow the flow, do what I want."

The ad on TV just happened to appear.