[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

For nearly an hour, I have roughly browsed through the five account books, which are completely consistent with the list given to us by the finance department, but I still can't feel at ease, and I always feel that there is something wrong.

"If you feel dissatisfied, you can take it back and read it slowly, Asakawa-san."

Jun Matsumoto, the head of the basketball department who had been with us an hour ago, yawned, adjusted his sitting posture, and narrowed his eyes.

Different from the general impression that members of the basketball team give people, this Minister Matsumoto's appearance is unexpectedly slender, but the pair of eyes that are often squinted make this slender feeling greatly reduced - must use some metaphors , he looks like a fox.

"Then we won't be polite." Senior Asakawa next to me seemed to feel as uncomfortable with this person as I did, but he still calmly handed me the two books in the ledger.

"Student Shiraishi, leave these to you, and send them back with me."

"it is good……"

Before I could say the word "the", there was a sudden knock on the door of the archive room, and before there was a response from inside, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man who entered was a slightly fat man—if I remember correctly he was Osawa, the coach of the basketball club.

"Matsumoto, why are you still here?!" Coach Osawa ignored me and Senior Asakawa, and urged Minister Matsumoto, "It's your business to control those boys, right? Hurry up and stop dawdling here!"

"Uncle, you are really long-winded. It's rare that I can take a break...but forget it," Minister Matsumoto stretched his arms and stood up lazily. .”

"Please do what you want." Senior Asakawa said indifferently, "Student Shiraishi, it's time for us to go back."

"Yes."

I picked up the ledger and followed Asakawa-senpai, looking up at Coach Kami Osawa's eyes.Seeing me, he frowned in disgust for some reason, turned his head and quickened his pace.

This can be regarded as the first confrontation between the student union and the basketball department, and we got nothing at all.

Having said that, in the end, what I lived was just an ordinary junior high school life, and the daily routine should go on and on.

This is a small bookstore I frequent, and a poster at the door indicates the latest arrivals.Automatically ignoring the content on the poster, I bypassed the front row of bookshelves familiarly and went inside to find the latest novel by Keigo Higashino—probably because of my poor health when I was a child, I have always preferred the quietness of the room activities such as reading novels and playing shogi, so there are fewer friends of the same age.Although it is stable and mature in the words of the elders, but if it is generalized, it is boring.

Picking out the books I wanted, I was about to turn around and go to check out, when familiar footsteps came from behind.

At this time, the bookstore is also densely populated, and it is not surprising that there are all kinds of people shuttling back and forth, but the footsteps of this person behind him are too familiar. I immediately listened carefully and counted three two one in my heart. When he came out, he quickly put the book in his arms and launched a fierce elbow attack behind him.

The attack didn't work, the man retreated first and made a "tss" sound.I breathed a sigh of relief and reconfirmed the safety of the few books in my arms, and when I turned around, I made a slap in the face: "Haisaki-san, have you been playing this game for long enough? Besides, you are not interested in this type of novels. Was it interesting in the past?"

The tall, gray-haired boy behind him, with a bored expression at this moment, is none other than Shogo Haizaki, who I have known for more than two years in elementary school.

If this person wants to sum it up, it can only be that he has a bad personality. The endless fights in elementary school make any teacher a headache. Not to mention, his biggest hobby is to grab other people's things, which is really unflattering. Being his classmate for two years and looking weak and bully, I naturally became his perennial bullying target.

However, after being bullied for a long time, I can accumulate experience. Thanks to him, even though I am physically useless, I have also exercised super strong reflexes, and only then did I have the scene just now.

Haizaki today seems to have no interest in the boring game of grabbing things. He just glanced at me and changed the subject: "Speaking of Shiraishi, did you go to the basketball club today?"

"How do you know...ah, do you belong to the basketball club?"

"It used to be in the basketball club." He immediately corrected me, "I just quit the club today."

"Retire? Why did you resign? Aren't you a good basketball player?"

I saw Haizaki's erratic eyes, and remembered the sly eyes of the head of the basketball department Jun Matsumoto I saw today, and immediately understood: "Ah——because I can't take it away, I just retreated to save embarrassment?"

Haizaki, who was caught by my words, immediately glared at him fiercely, but his eyes suddenly changed two seconds later.

"I said Shiraishi," his arm suddenly pressed onto my shoulder, "how about you go and be that minister's girlfriend and I snatch you over?"

"Get out." I immediately grabbed the three books in my arms and slapped his paws, "If you don't throw this weird idea into the toilet, I'll pull out your gray hair and turn you into Mitsusaki instead Haizaki, do you believe it?"

"Tsk, it's so boring." Haizaki moved his arm away bored, "But it doesn't look like that guy gave you a good impression?"

"Well, from today on, Lan will be black all my life."

"Huh? Hahahaha, it's rare to see you so restless, hahahahaha!!"

Haizaki immediately laughed out loud regardless of the occasion, causing me to pull his sleeve straight.

"Keep your voice down, is this a bookstore? If you want to be ashamed, at least pretend you don't know me."

"But what's the reason? After all, that minister has nothing to do with you, right? Is it worth hating him so much?"

"The reason is that I went to check the accounts today and found nothing." I shrugged, feeling annoyed thinking about what happened today.

"The student union I belong to has recently been checking the accounts of the club, you know it? The basketball department put one on it when I came up. How good do you want me to think of him?"

"Tch, are you so sure that there is something wrong with the basketball club's accounts?"

"What do you think?" I gave Haizaki a disdainful look, "Rather than making me believe that the notorious basketball club has good accounts, it's better to make me believe that it's not Luffy who will get ONEPIECE one day, but Bucky the Clown. Anyway Any association has more or less a problem, if it is found out, at most the minister will be punished, and the skin and flesh will not be lost, is it interesting to do this just for the sake of a little money?"

"It's just you who think so, right? Sports clubs like the basketball club have always spent a lot of money, right?"

Haizaki leaned on the bookshelf, and glanced at me: "It's you, it's really rare to be so persistent, is that necessary?"

"Whether it is necessary or not is my business, you have too much control." I sorted out the few novels I picked out before, and went out to prepare to pay.

"It's just something I want to do occasionally, that's all."

Haizaki stopped commenting on me, just picked up two manga and paid the bill, waved his hand and turned to go the other way opposite to me.

And my thinking was occupied by another question - Mitsuyo Shiraishi, who has never been obsessed with anything, why is he so obsessed with this matter?

But this problem didn't bother me for too long. After all, the problem of the student union has not been solved yet, and I don't have the energy to think too much about irrelevant things.

With this in mind, I continued to think about the solution, but I didn't expect that as a courier was delivered to me, the whole incident would progress rapidly, and my life in junior high school would also change.

3 How much do you believe in miracles?

Receiving an anonymous express mail, if it is in a detective drama, it must be the beginning of a life-and-death case, and in a romantic drama, it is probably a preview of a certain handsome man's appearance—well, it turned out that the letter in my hand was sent The boy in the express mail is indeed beautiful, but he definitely has nothing to do with those gods in romance novels.

But daily life is still daily life, so even if you open the box nervously, there is no time bomb that suddenly appears, just a USB flash drive that can be bought anywhere.

The only thing that can be called abnormal is the note under the USB flash drive, handwritten, clean but powerful, with only one sentence - "what you need".

Fully trusting the efficacy of my computer’s antivirus software, I opened the file on the USB flash drive, but the content inside made me unable to move my eyes for 5 minutes—although those documents looked similar to the accounts I found today , but with a little more careful attention, all the problems can be seen clearly. Combined with the dozens of photos, there is only one thing to prove in all this-the basketball team leader and several main members colluded with the coach and embezzled the department fee.

I couldn't calm down at all for more than a minute. I hurriedly picked up the water cup next to me and took a few sips of water to calm down. My brain immediately started to think about countermeasures—no matter who sent me such important evidence, since I got it , then the student union must take some action.

A few days later, the student union received an anonymous express mail, the content of which made President Dongyun's reforms first point at the basketball department, and even the school's senior management was alarmed, and the basketball department soon got the worst result - the abolition of the department.

With the abolishment of the basketball club, a series of reforms in the student union have been carried out smoothly with high efficiency. No one will notice that it all started with the small USB flash drive sent by the anonymous express, and no one will find out. The person who sent the express mail was Mitsuyo Shiraishi, a very inconspicuous freshman in the first year of junior high school in the student union.

So no one will care about it, she still has the same document in her hand, which is preserved as the original evidence.

The work of the student union here is progressing smoothly, while on the other side