[Black basket] Beep!You foul!

The fat man overturned Shi Haichuan's dinner, so he had to clean up the scene and help Shi Haichuan buy another dinner.

The fat man who went out with a garbage bag said to the person who suddenly appeared and startled him: "Master Shi, please call me first if you have anything to do."

"Go, go, what can I do here!" Shi Haichuan, who was holding a basin, obviously disliked the fat man who spilled the rice all over the floor, and waved away eagerly.He then beckoned the junior high school student to sit next to him, and said in a cheerful tone, "Why did you come to the hospital?"

When Naito was cleaning before, Heizi put the bouquet in his hand into the vase by the window. Shi Haichuan took a look and smiled: "Heizi is pretty good. He knows that people want to send flowers."

"This is common sense." Heizi twitched his lips.

Shi Haichuan rubbed his nose, feeling a little itchy, then suddenly remembered, and said, "Did I never tell you before that I'm allergic to pollen?"

"allergy?"

"Ah Choo... Ah Choo!" Shi Haichuan found a roll of paper and wiped his nose clean, and looked at Heizi bitterly: "It's just like me now."

Heizi looked at the carnations on the window sill and felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm going to throw it away!" The junior high school student hastily hugged the bouquet from the window sill.

Shi Haichuan, who was blowing his nose, pulled another napkin, too hard just now, and the nosebleed seemed to come out again.

When the junior high school student came back, Shi Haichuan looked at the banana in Heizi's hand with satisfaction. This was the fruit he had asked to eat before, but the fat man didn't bring it back.

"Bring me one, I'm starving to death." Shi Haichuan said so, but he stretched out his hand to take the bunch of bananas from Heizi's hand, and ate it on his own.

"I thought Mr. Shi would ask me if Diguang won today." Heizi found a chair and sat down.

Shi Haichuan grinned, bit off half of the banana in one bite, and said vaguely: "If a child like you loses, he will just hide in the quilt and cry, and come to me with flowers in his arms?"

"I'm not a child!"

"It's all right for me." Someone swallowed the banana in his mouth, probably seeing the disappointed expression of the junior high school student, and asked with dignity: "Okay, just pretend I don't know, you Did you win today?"

"Diguang won, 162 vs. 78! One more time, we can achieve a three-game winning streak!" Heizi's eyes sparkled when he spoke, and Shi Haichuan felt a little headache.

… The result of the headache and the concussion is that it is easy to talk nonsense.

"How many points did you score?"

"Ok?"

"I said how many points you scored, how many of your 162 points were scored by you?"

"..."

"Tsk, doesn't that mean that the game is the same with you or without you?"

After swallowing the last bite of banana, Shi Haichuan patted his stomach feeling full.

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Heizi's bright eyes darkened suddenly, and the voice in his mouth was almost inaudible: "Basketball is not just about shooting."

Unexpectedly, Shi Haichuan's head was broken, but his ears were surprisingly good.

"If you don't shoot, you don't score, so you must lose." Someone snorted, "What's the point of being invisible on the court? If you really like your teammates so much, shouldn't you work hard to walk side by side with them? Instead of hiding behind their light."

"Okay, if you don't talk about it, how did you come to the hospital?" Shi Haichuan found a comfortable seat.

Heizi didn't answer Shi Haichuan for a long while.

Thinking about it, he just won the game, and Shi Haichuan also coached him, so it's not for good news, but someone who has lost his conscience doesn't care who wins or loses at all.

"That black boy of yours is really good, one ball can keep me in the hospital for several days." Shi Haichuan rubbed his cheeks and changed the topic.

But Heizi still didn't answer Shi Haichuan.

This time, Shi Haichuan didn't know what to do.

The atmosphere in the ward was suddenly awkward.

"Do you dislike me very much?" Heizi asked suddenly.

Shi Haichuan blurted out: "You really don't look like a good boy."

"..."

"I was wrong! Good boy! Good boy!"

"..."

"I don't dislike you, I like you very much." Shi Haichuan, whose Japanese suddenly became very bad, quickly explained, as if he finally understood what he had done wrong.

Heizi tilted his head, but said, "But I don't like you."

Shi Haichuan, who didn't even get a good person card, suddenly remembered what the fat man said before, "Did you get rejected by a female student?".

Heizi is not a girl, but she was also rejected.

My heart hurts, I feel that I will never love again.

Probably Shi Haichuan's painful expression was too classic, and Heizi twitched at the corner of his mouth.

There is no consolation but a knife to make up.

"I feel like you are like my former coach. You said nice words, but you kept telling me that you couldn't play basketball."

Knowing that he has no basketball talent, Heizi has been training very hard.

Shi Haichuan desperately opened his eyes, hoping to make himself look more upright in the eyes of junior high school students.

However, the junior high school student had figured out Shi Haichuan's habits during this time, and sighed.

"Actually, you don't have to care too much about what I said. If you like basketball, just keep playing." Shi Haichuan reached out to rub the head of the junior high school student, but someone lying on the hospital bed had too short hands to Less than junior high school students.

Shi Haichuan withdrew his hand with a sneer, and continued: "If you think that I tell you about your hand problem to persuade you to 'stop playing basketball', I will really be sad."

"It's not you..." Heizi tried to tell Shi Haichuan, but was interrupted.

"You kid is very good at horns, who told you that you can't play basketball anymore?" Shi Haichuan stared, trying to use the majesty of an older person.

Heizi pursed his lips and pointed at the top of his shoulder. It played back that someone said very seriously one night, "I still suggest you stop playing."

Shi Haichuan blinked and rubbed again, how did that unscientific delivery model succeed?

Or did I really lose my mind, and was on the same channel as a junior high school student?

"That's what you said yourself!" Heizi pointed even harder at the constantly replaying screen, trying to keep someone lying on the hospital bed from changing the focus.

"...I have a headache." Shi Haichuan rolled on the hospital bed holding his head.

"Should I call the doctor?"

"...No need." Shi Haichuan looked at the nurse bell already held by the junior high school student, and silently refused.

Kids these days are getting trickier and harder.

Heizi put the nurse bell back to its original place, and waved the replay away.

Shi Haichuan curled his lips and said, "Look at the premise I said, protect your hands. Competitions and three-in-a-row battles are all fake, and your hands are your own."

"If you don't play basketball, you might as well not protect yourself." Heizi frowned.

Shi Haichuan snorted twice, and said, "Look, didn't you go to training the next day? You didn't take my words seriously at all, so you don't need to listen to me at all!"

The junior high school student stared at Shi Haichuan.

In fact, they both knew what the other was saying.

However, this topic made Shi Haichuan angry.

He doesn't like a child who doesn't care about his body, let alone this child is an athlete.

"Okay, okay. I really have a headache." Shi Haichuan tried to find a comfortable seat to nest up, his expression was really a little listless.

After all, Heizi was a good boy with a kind heart, and sat obediently on the edge of the hospital bed, waiting for Naito who hadn't bought his food to come back.

Shi Haichuan was really tired.

After staying up all night, he didn't have a good rest, and he kept doing such and such things, and because of Shi Haichuan's refusal to brag about the junior high school league finals, Fatty Naito had sorted out some of his future work.

If it wasn't for being hit by Diguang's Qingfeng, Shi Haichuan didn't know when he would be able to take a good rest.

Heizi put his hands on his knees and tilted his head to look at Shi Haichuan who was already asleep.

In fact, he also cared about what Shi Haichuan said.

Those who were still desperately helping me with special training two days before the game, no matter how they thought about it, they probably wouldn't lie to themselves.But what this person told him made him hope that this person was lying to him.

"I just found a possibility, Heizi. No other player has done this before you. It's hard to say whether it will be the same as what the Chinese said."

"No one has tried it before, so I may not be the same as what he said, right?"

"Heizi. That's your hand, you make your own decisions."

Although the red-haired boy had an old-fashioned mentality, he was still a junior high school student after all. He seemed hesitant to make decisions about other people's life.

Kuroko thought of the previous conversation with Akashi-kun, but Akashi's answer was quite satisfactory, even without the usual certainty.

Even Captain Akashi, who is usually full of confidence, answered like this, which made Kuroko very uneasy.

It's a pity that Heizi is also a stupid kid, so he pryed him several times but failed.

"Is Lord Shi asleep?" Naito softly opened the door, walked to Heizi on tiptoe, and asked in a low voice.

Heizi nodded.

"It's getting late now, you go back first." Naito looked familiar to the boy in front of him, but he couldn't remember who the boy was.

Heizi looked at the golden color outside the window, and he didn't know when the sun would become dim. Heizi's home was some distance away from the hospital. If he didn't go back now, he might really have to wait until dark to get home.

"Then I will go back first and tell Mr. Shi to rest well, and I will come to see him again." The polite junior high school student saluted before leaving the ward.

Naito lamented the current child, opened the lunch box and started to eat.

Not long after, the aroma of food accumulated in the ward again.

Shi Haichuan groaned in his stomach, but the owner of his stomach was in a deep sleep.