Desperate to play basketball!

Distressed, what kind of feeling is it?

Like clusters of tiny silver needles flowing down the blood vessels to the heart, piercing the throbbing blood-red flesh, some even firmly piercing the blood vessel wall and the inner lining of the heart, every time Heartbeat, every breath, every flow of blood vessels, will be tortured by these hard spikes, causing unbearable pain. I want to scream but can’t scream, and I can’t move. It seems that there is some hot liquid that blurs my vision. Under the strong light, the figure of the blue-haired boy dribbling in the NO. people.

I'm watching you play off the court.

Because I am submerged in the crowd, no one will notice my existence, so I can watch you so ostentatiously, you always use misdire to pass the ball, maybe everyone in the auditorium will not notice To you,...except me.

I'm looking at you, and you're looking at Aomine Daiki.

You have been looking at Qingfeng so intently, you have been paying attention to his movement, his shooting, whether he is intercepted, whether he can't touch the ball all the time.You have been following him like his shadow.

Long-term high-intensity playing has made you gasp for breath, and the sight induction is a little bit unbearable. Others didn't notice it, so how could I not notice it.Your lower abdomen is already a little sore due to long-term exercise and lack of oxygen. You will frown every few steps and press your abdomen silently.

...You can't hold on any longer.

Aomine Daiki is running too fast, you can't keep up with him.

Every time you pass the ball to him, every time you try your best to follow behind him, create the most perfect pass and slam dunk for him, cooperate for him, you are willing to be a NO.15 with unknown meaning , You are willing to be his shadow, you are willing to use all your strength to dedicate and cooperate with him every wonderful dunk that can cause applause.

What kind of feeling is it like? It is obviously a hot summer day, but I can't help but feel chills in my heart.

There is no way to move, no way to speak, no way to rush up and stop you.

The body seems to be invaded by countless insects, constantly gnawing on the flesh and blood, and constantly emptying the internal organs. It is too empty and empty, which makes the whole body ache from thinking about it.

Can't contain it.

I can clearly see your sky blue eyes, only him Qingfeng Dahui.

However, he doesn't need you.

Aomine Daiki is already too powerful, he doesn't need you anymore.

One person dribbles the ball, one person slams the dunk, and one person scores. He no longer needs the cooperation of others. He easily plays with the opponent under his control, and treats the same sincere opponent with a casual attitude and a mocking sneer. Opponents and teammates who love basketball control the trend of the entire game, and even use the unforgivable behavior of guessing scores to desecrate basketball.

He is like an unbridled beast, running on the field like an invincible emperor, unfettered, unscrupulous, and unrivaled...

Such Qingfeng Dahui never looked back at you even once.

Not once.

He doesn't need you anymore.

So, no matter how you do it, no matter how you pass the ball, no matter how you play and screen for him, it's useless.

He no longer needs it.

So, you're like a bystander, standing on the court, doing nothing, no way to react, no way to push, no way to get the ball, no way to... play basketball again.

Even if you are like this, you still, still stare at Aomine Daiki with that damn focused gaze.

……

Midorima took off his glasses abruptly, lowered his head and covered his eyes, the long wet eyelashes moved in his palm, and warm liquid fell on it

The game ended with an exaggeratedly large score, and Diguang won the championship without a doubt.There was warm applause and cheering in the auditorium, but the members of the Teiko Basketball Club on the field were unexpectedly calm, almost calmly and indifferently wiping the sweat on their foreheads, and quietly exited the field without celebrating or celebrating. Cheers, no expression of surprise at all.

Everyone was like puppets, quietly walking past the blue-haired boy, slowly walking in different directions, telling the blue-haired boy time and time again with their fading backs that they don't need to come over.

Midorima stared fiercely at Aomine Daiki on the field, brushing his jersey up to wipe his sweat while passing the blue-haired boy, with a gloomy face in silence, he walked out as if nothing had happened, as if he had just started from scratch. In the end, there was no Kuroko Tetsuya on this basketball court.

Until Aomine Daiki left far away, the clean child with blue hair and blue eyes still stiffly maintained the expression of hope and tenderness on his face, as if he saw his own light, and his half-stretched fist stayed In the air, there was no other black fist to collide with it.

Everyone was walking in their own direction, and everyone was walking too fast, as if they had lost their original direction because of the excessive speed.

The boy who was still standing alone on the field was left in place by everyone just like that.

……

[If you are not sure about something, don’t do it, if there is an unfavorable environment, don’t participate, if you are not sure of success, don’t make a fool of yourself. The so-called victory is the perfect combination of the right time, place and people. I have always been like this thought. ]

Do your best to wait for the fate, but if the fate does not return, everything goes wrong, and you are not [-]% sure, don't go to war.

I've always thought so.

Just like basketball, there is no way to have the certainty of winning if there is no touch and no lucky objects.

Just like you, Cancer and Aquarius are not compatible at all, you are so dull and easy to cause trouble, so I don't like you.

If there is no way to be with you, no matter how much you like it, it is futile, it is better to let go.

I don't understand you at all, so let go, Aquarius and Cancer are not suitable for couples, so give up.

Just not saying anything, just looking at you neither far nor near, is already very good.

I've been thinking this way all the time, so let it go.

【"Mr. Midori, don't you practice today?"

The blue-haired boy was holding a basketball and asked Midorima in surprise.

"Cancer's fortune is the lowest today, so it's useless even if you practice." Midorima read the exercise book on the side, and then said slowly.

"Mr. Lujian...can you not practice because of bad luck?" Heizi puffed up his cheeks, a little annoyed.

"Of course, right? Since it is doomed to be fruitless, and today's three-pointer is doomed to fail, why go to waste?" Midorima, a fifth grader, was a little impatient, and turned over another page of the exercise book.

Heizi didn't speak, and started his daily shooting practice with the ball in his arms. Standing at the three-point line, he took a good posture and shot the basketball seriously.

The basketball jumped a few times around the rim, missed it, and fell to the ground.

Heizi hurriedly ran over to pick up the basketball, and clumsily ran back to the three-point line with the basketball in his arms.

He continued to shoot, and then the basketball continued to miss, then rolled to the ground with a grunt, and slid quickly towards the distance.

Heizi trotted over to pick up the basketball and ran back, continuing his shooting practice with extremely low accuracy.

again and again.

Midorima flipped through textbooks and workbooks, occasionally looked up at Kuroko's horrible shots, and sneered inwardly.

again and again.

Shoot, miss, pick it up, and shoot again.

Shoot again, continue to miss, then pick it up, and repeat the same shooting action.

The sun had gradually set, and there were only two people left on the dark and silent basketball court, Midorima and Kuroko.

Light and shadow are intertwined silently. In the dim light, Heizi is panting lightly, but still shoots resolutely and patiently.

Sweat, panting, the sound of the ball hitting the rim and hitting the concrete.

Echoing in the silent evening was the gasp of a child's dream.

Midorima flicked through his exercise book impatiently, trying to memorize the formulas in the book firmly, trying to calculate a few math problems, and memorizing the history, but every time he was so slightly annoyed. The human voice tortured my mind to go blank.

Very annoying, very annoying, very incomprehensible.

"……Kuroko."

Midorima, who couldn't help it, finally dropped the book and quit, interrupting Kuroko's shooting practice with a frighteningly low accuracy rate.

"Heizi Tetsuya, what the hell are you doing? How long are you going to last this kind of meaningless and physically demanding training?! I really don't understand what you're saying!" He yelled at the blue-haired boy with an innocent expression in front of him. , Midorima didn't know where the anger came from, and couldn't help but vent to Heizi.

"Mr. Midori, don't you see it? I'm practicing shooting."

"Is this considered shooting? If there is no three-point arc that is accurate to the angle and feel, if you can't shoot, what's the point of practicing!" Midorima was so angry, what the hell are you doing, Heizi Tetsuya ! "Don't insult shooting!"

Heizi was stunned.

Midorima paused, pursed her lips tightly, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful for her rash language.

"...If Mr. Lujian thinks this is an insult to shooting, I also think that Mr. Lujian's behavior is not to shoot if the hand feels bad, if the luck is bad, or the environment is not good. That's an insult to basketball."

The blue-haired boy slowly raised his head, and slowly said these words to the unbelievable Midorima.

"Kuroko Tetsuya! What did you say—?"

"...In my words, every shot, no matter how difficult the process is, no matter how the action is, no matter what the environment is, as long as I do it seriously, as long as I practice hard, as long as I have gratitude and hope for this shot , then...my shot was a success."

"If everything in the world is so dependent on destiny, if everyone in the world can be influenced by the twelve constellations of morning divination, if fate is so simple and predictable, then life …There simply wouldn’t be so many complex emotions, and there wouldn’t be such a colorful and diverse world, I’ve always felt that way.”

The blue-haired and blue-eyed child gently raised his head, a pair of extremely clear eyes full of hope and fighting spirit shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, so beautiful that one couldn't help but get lost in them and become fascinated.

"When the ball is thrown, who can predict whether it will score or not? When walking on the field, who can predict the outcome of the game in advance? Even if it is the last second of the game, the reversal It also happens from time to time, so, if you don’t have respect for every ball, how can you enjoy the joy of playing basketball every time? I have always... always have this kind of thinking in every game. Shooting practice."

Midorima just looked straight at the bone-piercing blue, as if something was gently touched in his heart, it was numb and sour.There was no way to divert his gaze, and no way to say anything, he could only stand there stiffly, watching Heizi's serious expression, unable to speak. 】

As we grow up, everyone changes.

Only the child in front of him seemed to have never changed. He was so annoying that Midorima hated him, and so straightforward that Midorima couldn't help but like him.

It's like this every time.

No matter at that time, you who jumped into the water without hesitation to grab my hand, or you who are preaching to me now, no matter how vain and hopeless the darkness is, or how hopeless the dream is, you have always been Standing in front of me with such a tall and straight figure, those clear sky-colored eyes still haven't changed a bit.

……

[Today's Cancer's fortune is still very bad. When Midorima rushed out of the door, he didn't even bring today's lucky item. 】

"No matter from which angle you look at it...you are the type I hate the most..." Midorima, who was shackled in the auditorium, murmured to herself, holding the thin piece of application for retirement in her hand, gently Read the name on that application...

"But, Kuroko Tetsuya, you said it! You told me—!"

Midorima raised his head violently, tried his best, overcame everyone's obstacles at the fastest speed in his life, and ran towards the lonely and helpless young man on the field, exhausting all his courage and exhausting his life Strength...stretched out his hand towards that boy——

[This time I will not let go. ]

[Even if it's because of this hopeless victory, I'm going to have my head smashed, even if it's because of you losing my dignity and my life! ]

[Even if you are not sure, even if you lose everything in the end! ]

It’s okay to have no way to understand!It's okay if you don't have a lucky item!Low luck is also good!Aquarius and Cancer are totally out of sync!I have been using all kinds of excuses to shackle myself all this time, and I admit it——compared to you, I am the more cowardly and timid one, but this time... I don't want to give up!

[What he, Aomine Daiki, can't bring to you, I, Midorima Shintaro, will do it! ]

Burning with the craziest love in his life, Midorima went towards the boy, and then rushed straight into the strong light, and everything in front of him disappeared in the blur.

……

"Mr. Green Room?"

Wearing casual clothes, carrying a small backpack and holding his own flashlight, Kuroko stood in front of Midorima, waving his fingers in front of the dull Midorima.

"Mr. Lujian, are you okay? When I walked in just now, I found that you have mastered the superpower of teleportation, and you flew from the entrance to the innermost classroom in no time." He said coldly Just a joke, Heizi would never admit that he was almost taken aback when he found the sluggish Midori-kun.

However, fortunately, nothing happened to Mr. Lujian, it couldn't be better.

"Mr. Lujian, did you hear what I said?" Heizi was a little puzzled, it must have been a little too long for Lujian to be in a daze, "Mr. Lujian, what do you think it is?"

Heizi stretched out his hand and made a "two", and asked back, still staring blankly at his green room.

"……Kuroko Tetsuya?"

Midorima kept kneeling on the ground, looking at Kuroko in disbelief.

"Yes... Mr. Lujian, look at my hand, how much is it?"

Looking at such a green room, Heizi felt a little more worried. In order to make it easier for the green room to see clearly, he bent down and put his hand in front of the green room.

"Midori-kun——hmm!!"

The fingers were suddenly held tightly by Midorima, and the other party suddenly pulled his hand forcefully. Before he could react, Heizi fell into Midorima's arms, and was tightly clasped in his arms by the suddenly violent boy.

"...Mr. Green Room??"

"I do not know……"

Muttering something in a low voice, Midorima pushed Heizi into her arms with all her strength, feeling the gentle smell of milk from the person in her arms, and suddenly felt at peace in her heart that she had never felt before.

Just like the moment when I was held by Heizi when I was young, it has never changed.

"……Not anymore……"

Thinking of the scenes he had seen in the different world in the future, Midorima felt sore and aching in his heart, he suddenly kissed the soft hair of the young boy in his arms, his gesture was so gentle that it was almost pious.

"...This time, I won't let go."