[Black Basket] The legendary woman who was taken care of by Akashi

The Akashi family didn't find out about this, or even if they found out, it's nothing, anyway, I don't care.

And just when I thought it had nothing to do with me, I started having nightmares all night after that day.Especially during the summer vacation, I have more and more nightmares.

In the summer night, I didn’t turn on the air conditioner, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were open, so I could hear the wind outside. I sat cross-legged on the carpet and looked out the window. I didn’t want to dream anymore, so I just waited for the dawn.

This is not the first time either.

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She has lost a lot of weight recently. The dessert made by the chef can usually be eaten by two people. Recently, she only ate two bites. Later, she even asked the kitchen not to make it again.

She even ate very little of the regular three meals.

Akashi thought that he had to watch her eat, so he walked to her door with the plate in the morning, opened the door and walked in, only to see her huddled on the carpet, as if she had kept this movement for a long time, the quilt on the bed There is no trace of sleeping.He put down the breakfast on the low table, and she turned to look at herself only when she heard the sound.

"Ah, Seijuro, good morning." Her voice sounded weak, and her eyes were lifeless and bloodshot.

Manshima stood up with support on his hands, but fell back to sit down softly. Akashi bent down to pick her up. She struggled to get down in a panic, so he increased the strength in his hands and motioned for her to be quiet.

"What happened?" Akashi put her on the bed and sat next to her, "You have to tell me everything."

She looked up at him blankly, and said, "She's dead, that woman is dead." Mandao lowered her head and hugged herself, "I thought I didn't feel anything, whether it was seeing her dead body or looking at her. She was pushed to be cremated, and I thought I was at peace."

Akashi frowned, was it her missing biological mother?

"She hasn't raised me for a long time, and it's not appropriate to talk about feelings. If she had been willing to save me at that time, I wouldn't have gone to this level." She paused and raised her head to caress Akashi's face, "Seijuro, Do you know what it feels like to drop an ashtray on top of someone’s head? I thought it would be hard, but it’s actually like smashing potatoes, heh, this analogy seems a bit strange.”

She suddenly laughed, "I think I really did nothing wrong, but why does God still punish me? Should I just acquiesce in being violated and not resist. They are all dead, and they still don't let me go. "

The moment her hand touched her face was cold, but in midsummer her fingers were as cold as ice cubes. Akashi covered her hand with his own, and stretched out his hand to smooth her hair covering her forehead Going behind the ears, Mitsushima suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that Akashi only felt distressed.

"Haruka, you have to let yourself go." Akashi took her hand and hugged her into his arms, feeling the person in his arms froze suddenly, then relaxed quickly, and put his head on his shoulder .

"I know, I'm trying to let myself go." Her voice sounded a little hoarse.

He gently stroked her tight back with his hand, "I believe in you, but please also rely on me a little bit."

Hearing the slight and peaceful snoring sound of Mitsushima leaning on him, Akashi supported her head, let her lie down, covered her with the quilt and stood there watching for a long time before turning around and leaving the room.

"If she wakes up, tell me immediately." He said to the servant at the door.

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I don’t know how long I slept, anyway, when I woke up, the sunset had already entered the room, and I was so hungry, I turned over and got out of bed, raised my arms and did a stretching exercise, and my whole body relaxed, like I had a long, long dream.

Pulling on the slippers, I swayed into the kitchen, and I leaned on the door and said in a drawn-out voice, "Miyagi Butler—Is there anything to eat?"

"Miss, are you awake?" He came over, "Of course, please wait a moment."

I sat down at the kitchen counter, took the chopsticks from him, and started to eat.

Hungry, I know I'm really hungry.

"Haruka." Seijuro seemed to have run downstairs, and appeared in a hurry at the kitchen door.

I swallowed a mouthful of rice and smiled at him: "Why, I didn't throw it away."

He came over and knocked my head hard, "If you know you're hungry, you shouldn't eat for a few days."

"You murdered me." Seeing that he was going to hit him a second time, I immediately covered my head, and I almost knocked over the soup on the table.

"Don't do this in the future." He withdrew his hand and looked at me.

"I won't." I also looked at him, and then put the empty bowl in my hand in front of him, "Seijuro, another bowl!"

He, who hadn't smiled easily for a long time, took my bowl and showed me a reassuring smile like before.

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Akashi doesn't know if being able to eat is one of the advantages of a person, but watching her eat always makes people feel very satisfied. When she only eats with herself, she will habitually stuff her mouth very full, like hoarding food The hamster blinked its round eyes and chewed hard.

She is very cute.

But sometimes he also hoped that she would not be so good at eating, and occasionally went out with her to try new desserts, her appetite seemed as if the Akashi family had treated her badly.

Even if he ordered a table of cakes, he could barely eat two bites in the end, and the rest would go into her stomach.

Why Mandao Haruka likes to box, he thinks he may know the answer.

Otherwise, he really didn't know where her abdominal muscles he touched came from.

If possible, he actually wanted to touch it again.

Leaning on the table with a book in one hand, she has a short blouse. When she raises her hand, she can vaguely see the waist line. Her slender legs are wrapped in tight jeans. Two nice legs.

Akashi sat aside, looking at her unconsciously.

"Seijuro, how to analyze here, I don't think the data can be connected together." She bent down and handed over the book, the loose neckline from Akashi's angle can just see her rounded areas developed this summer.

She is far more important than she looks.

"Let me take a look." Akashi turned his head and took the book to his hand to hide the suspicious redness on his cheeks, but she still lay down and read it.

"It's not that one, it's the bottom one." Mitsushima's body tilted a little more.

Akashi could only stand up suddenly: "I'm going to the bathroom." Then quickly disappeared behind the door.

Turning on the faucet, he washed his face with cold water, then looked up at himself in the mirror who was blushing unreasonably.

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It's probably my delusion. Seijuro has been trying to get me to add clothes these two days. Even though the air conditioner is on in this weather, I feel hot, but he still uses various excuses to force me to wear a coat.

Well, I'm the kind of person who is really afraid of heat.

Their last year's national competition finals have also begun, and the name of the Generation of Miracles has become like a legend this summer. When he led the training at school, I basically took over the tasks assigned to him by Mr. Akashi. down.

Anyway, this is my value.

I sat by the side of their training ground with my computer in my arms. Seijuro was leading the first-year and second-year students to train. None of the main candidates appeared except for Kuroko and Midorima. I was only responsible for helping his basketball team. To sort out the data Momoi sent over, as for the matter between them, I really have no reason to ask.

All I can know is that his changes started from here. Momoi once asked me if I thought Akashi was a little scary. I can’t say no, because I’m used to his sometimes sharp attitude, and even I think it’s different from the original one. He is no different.So I can only give a rough answer.

But it may also be because I was too obedient and never had the chance to see his horror, so I don't want to make the donor's father angry.

Seeing that he had finally rested, I put down the computer and walked over: "The engagement banquet between Atobe-kun and Ms. Ota will be held tonight. Mr. Akashi just got on the plane to Paris, and the gift has already been delivered by someone. He asked you if you can If so, show up for him.”

"Got it." He wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"There's time, I sent someone to bring the clothes. If it's not convenient to change at school, I'll let the car wait at the street corner. You can go to the venue directly after you change your clothes after training." Seeing that he was about to ask me again Continue to say, "I'll wait for you in the car when the time comes, it's not suitable for me to appear on such an occasion where there are all elders."

He nodded slightly, looked up and saw that his hair was curled up when he wiped his sweat just now, I stretched out my hand to comb him twice, seeing his faint eyes, I was a little stunned.

Heck, I feel like I've grown a little weirdly close to him.

Instead, Seijuro patted my head and ran back to the basketball court. I stood there alone, my cheeks burning hot.

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Sometimes Akashi also finds it strange that it seems that only Haruka Manshima in the world does not make him angry or dissatisfied.Speaking of it, it is just a situation of getting along day and night for more than a year, but the tacit understanding between the two people often makes people suspect that they have known each other since childhood.

From the beginning, she carefully speculated about her own thoughts everywhere, and then she could understand what she was thinking just by looking at her eyes, whether she was defenseless in front of her or she was really sensitive and smart.

He felt like it was both.

Letting go of your defenses can make each other in a state of complete trust. He needs her to exert all her value, so a sense of trust is indispensable.

When she concealed the wounds of the past from herself, Akashi was more worried than angry. Haruka Manshima may have quickly grown into a person suitable for the Akashi family according to his requirements, but it does not mean that her past has no influence on her.Or why she was chosen, precisely because she had this past, and she broke it herself.

She carried all of this over, and walked without embarrassment.

In the evening, Akashi really didn't want to stay longer at the dinner party. In fact, he just came to say hello on behalf of his father. He congratulated the two protagonists Atobe and Ota, then paid a visit to Mr. Atobe and several elders, and left from the venue come out.He thought that his father was probably too lazy to deal with the Atobe family, so he flew to Paris that day.

Akashi pressed Manshima's number and said, "It's over, I'm at the door."

"Huh—so fast?" She should have turned on the speakerphone, because Akashi heard the sound of typing on the keyboard, "Wait a minute, I'll let the driver drive over right away."

As soon as he got into the car, he looked up and saw her with a piece of white flour toast in her mouth, staring at the computer screen intently, thinking that he had left without eating, and asked her, "Yao, do you want to go?" what to eat?"

"You don't have to go to Mibore (I don't need to eat bread)." She shook her head slightly.

"Don't you eat hamburger meat?" Akashi leaned over to look at her.

Hearing what he said, Man Dao raised his head and his eyes lit up, "The one I mentioned last time, you have a reservation. I called before and they said that the appointments are all scheduled for October."

"No, since you've already eaten the bread." Akashi pretended to turn on the phone to cancel the appointment.

"Seijuro!" She was really anxious.

It seems that using food to cure Mandao Haruka is very effective.

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I hate this guy, even if he cut up my hamburger and handed it to me, I still hate him.

Why are you looking at me like that, I just want you to care if I eat too much.

Well, Seijuro has always been a good guy when it comes to taking me to eat, but I can't stand him always looking at me with "Can you eat less" eyes.

Obviously he is a very strange person, middle school boy eats so little, he should not grow taller, I was a little shorter than him in the third grade, and then I grew to be as tall as him.Take calcium supplements, kid.

He took off his suit jacket and bow tie and put them in the car. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, and the neckline was opened to the second. He looked very wanton, but his face still showed an expression of not getting close to strangers.Looking at it this way, the old Seijuro is still cuter.

No, peeking at him was discovered again.

"Ah, I'm super full." I stood at the door, rubbing my stomach with my hands, and looked back at him who was pushing the door out. Oh, this action is too embarrassing for him to see.

"Catch the thief—" Hearing a scream from across the road, "Come on, catch the thief!"

Almost without thinking about it, I turned over with my hands on the railing and crossed the road. The thief with a hat on and a purse in his hand didn't look tall from a distance.I speeded up my running, bent down and picked up the empty basket of beer in front of the convenience store on the street and threw it towards the man's calf.

He tripped and fell forward on the ground. I went up and clasped his arm behind his back and sat on his back. I snatched the purse. Unexpectedly, he bumped his head on my shoulder and took it out of the pocket while I was not paying attention. Pulled out a utility knife and pointed it at me.

Tsk, I haven't seen someone like you for a long time.

I threw the bag at the feet of the owner who had just run up. He dodged backwards, turned around and stood up. When the people around saw the knife, they didn't dare to step forward and all dodged.I didn't even care if Seijuro followed.

Damn, I can't do it this time.

The thief's gesture of holding the knife is just a look to scare people. I have seen many such people, and they dare not use it on people at all. He is just dancing randomly.I turned sideways and locked his wrist from below, the knife fell out of my hand and fell to the ground, I kicked the utility knife away with my foot, kicked the side of his knee, he knelt down, I straddled his neck and grabbed him , completely blocked his actions.

When he looked up, Seijuro was pointing at me and talking to two police officers.

People around started cheering each other——

"The little girl is doing well!"

"so amazing!"

……

The policeman came over and handcuffed him. I patted the ashes on my hands twice and stood up. I was actually a little proud of myself, but I had to keep a calm face.Feeling the killing in someone's eyes, I turned my head away.

No, Seijuro is going to be angry.