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

I don't know why I always feel that this year's cherry blossoms are quite eye-catching, as if their petals are everywhere.I was originally allergic to pollen, so I couldn't go out without wearing a mask.

When April came, I was a third-grade student at Teiko Middle School.

The third grade was divided into classes, and Seijuro was assigned to the class next to me, but I didn't have any friends at first, so I didn't seem to care about how the classes were divided.

After all, Seijuro is my only friend.

I sat in my new class, chin resting on my hands, looking out the window, waiting to go to the auditorium for the opening ceremony.

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"I actually got assigned to the same class as Haruka Manshima."

"She's so pretty."

"She looks exactly like a lady. Why did I hear that she was one against a hundred at a foreign school?"

"That's because she changed after being with Akashi-kun."

"What? The two of them together?"

If the new class had such influential figures as Man Dao, there would naturally be a lot of discussion. Hei Zizhe also heard the voices of those people discussing, and also glanced at the girl sitting next to him.

He just knew that she knew Akashi very well.

As for the relationship between male and female friends, no matter how much Kise and Ziyuan made a fuss in the team, after all, it was someone else's business and it was inconvenient to guess.

"Huh? Student Heizi, did you have something to do with me?" Man Dao felt his gaze.

Hei Zizhe, who had never had a sense of existence, was also stunned for a moment. He did this kind of human observation every day, and this was the first time he was discovered by someone face to face.So he shook his head in a little embarrassment, and turned his head back.

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I have to listen to this guy's nonsense speech once a fucking year, Seijuro never gets tired of it, I couldn't help but yawned a few times.

Damn, met his eyes.

No, why should I be afraid of him.

Well, I haven't finished the mock proposal that was supposed to be completed last night.

In the second class in the morning, the old man who taught ancient Chinese didn't know if he was going to fall asleep while reciting, but I was about to fall asleep anyway.Thinking that Seijuro would come to check my proposal during his lunch break, I had no choice but to take the computer out of the bag and put it on my lap, and lowered my head to type on the keyboard.Fortunately, I was sitting in the back row with the windows open, and everyone was whispering to each other, so no one cared about my typing.

I don't want to be despised by that psychopath with odd-colored pupils just because I didn't complete the task.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, I glanced at my phone and saw a new message.

: This afternoon, the student union recruited new students and came to my office to sort out the files.

Sure enough, he still treats me as a slave, doesn't their student union have people in the office?

I rolled my eyes, replied good young master, and continued typing with my head down.

As if he felt that he was done, recently he began to order me around regardless of the situation, whether it was about the basketball team or the student council, or even at home, I really became his dog Seijuro Akashi ,Oh shit.

"You must at least know basketball." A few days after school started, he came to my room with a bunch of video CDs of his own games, and asked me to study what basketball was all about by myself.

No, why do I have to understand this?

Does he really dislike me for not knowing what he likes?

I just need to know that Mrs. Akashi taught him to fight, wouldn't it be fine?

I used a computer to decompose his video, but their games look magical, who the hell can understand this trend, hey.When I was thinking this way, I caught a glimpse of Heizi who was reading a book on the seat next to him. This guy was also part of their Teiguang army after all. It would be much better to find someone to talk about than to do my own research.

"Student Heizi, I want to ask you to do me a favor." I reached out and knocked on his desk.

"What's the matter, Mandao-san?" His expression seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"Zheng... Akashi gave me a lot of game videos, but I don't understand basketball at all. You are on the basketball team, can you tell me a little bit about it?" I forced a smile, "I know it's troublesome for you, But please."

"Okay, it's not very difficult." He glanced at my computer screen and began to explain the rules and some basic basketball moves to me.

In the next few days between classes, I would take the time to ask him some questions. After watching all the videos, I felt that I understood almost everything about basketball except that I couldn’t play.

Just like the way he moved the CD to me that day, I slammed open his door, threw a box of CDs on the floor, then picked up the phone and flashed the screen and said, "When I was studying your video, I edited a The program can analyze your body stats when you are playing basketball. Just connect it with the bracelet you usually wear. I don’t know the name of your stunts that make people fall, but it can analyze the principle. Quantification, the server is used at home, so it’s better to use it yourself, too many people will collapse.”

Hmph, I just want to surprise you.

He looked up at me, not knowing whether to smile or not.I pouted and walked over to take his mobile phone, passed the program over and handed it to him, he still had that intriguing expression.

"Forget it..." I pouted and turned around to go out.

"Yao." He stopped me.

"What are you doing?" I didn't look back.

Hearing the sound of him standing up, Seijuro walked over and patted my head, "Haruka is indeed a very powerful person."

Hey, don't praise me all of a sudden, I'll be very nervous fuck, did I do something wrong again.

"I...Of course I'm good." Damn I stuttered, looking back at his eyes, I blushed again, Haruka Manshima, you guys are really worthless.

"Let's go and see Yukimaru." He patted my forehead and walked out the door.

Yukimaru is not very old, but she didn't know what went wrong a few days ago. Her health suddenly became very poor. There seemed to be an infection on her hind legs. Several doctors were invited to come and said it was useless.

I knew Seijuro cared about her very much, but I didn't expect him to really make up his mind to euthanize her.

"Someone will come to take her away tomorrow morning." Seijuro said to me, stroking Yukimaru's hair.

"Is it really impossible to cure it? How about finding a few more doctors?" I also knew that it was unnecessary to say these things.

Yukimaru's eyes were full of tears, she looked very painful, and she was breathing heavily. I walked up and put my head against her neck. She was always trembling slightly because of the pain. If I were Seijuro, I should I will also agree.

"Haruka, giving up often doesn't mean admitting defeat." He stroked my hand, hugged me gently from behind, and put his head on Yukimaru's neck.

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Akashi knew that Yukimaru was sick very early on, and he tried to find famous doctors in Japan but couldn't cure her, but he still didn't want to give up the chance to treat her, just like he didn't want to give up on his mother until the last second.

It's just that the result didn't change, and they left anyway.

Sitting in the classroom, he knew that someone had come to the house to take Xuewan away, and even though he had accepted the reality of himself, he still felt empty in his heart.

He just let it go, he didn't lose.

The busyness brought by the Emperor Light Festival and the new season has already washed away the hesitation and weakness that shouldn't be in his heart, otherwise he would be no different from those useless waste.Since the appearance of the inner self last year, these people of the so-called miracle generation have all begun to change.He felt the changes in Qingfeng early on. When the strong players are all concentrated in the same team, all their games become boring and meaningless.

So he tacitly allowed them to play the scoring game, and he tacitly allowed them not to come to practice.

Except for Heizi Tetsuya, everyone else thought this was the best solution.Of course Akashi understood what this young man with a cool face was thinking, but he was already useless to this rapidly growing team.

If his passing doesn't work anymore, Sunspot is just crap.

It is most thorough to look at Akashi, who he chose.

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It's another year of the Teiko Festival. Although I don't usually go to the shogi club, I'm still a senior in the third year of the club, so I should show up at this time.

"Senior, help." As soon as I got to the table in the shogi club, the second-year junior rushed over to ask for help. I glanced at the people who were playing chess. It was the new master general and my boss Seijuro Akashi.

Shouldn't this guy be very busy, why come here again when he is free.

"Let me do it." I patted the shoulder of the trembling general. He stood aside with the support of his younger generation. I shook my head. It wasn't too bad. Why is my mental quality so poor? .Being used to getting along with Seijuro, I no longer feel the feeling that I should be afraid of him.

"In the end, I can only save you?" He calmly didn't look at me.

"Well, who made this group of useless people tremble when they saw you." I frowned and thought for two seconds before moving the chess piece.

At the end of the game, of course I lost as expected.

But I got used to losing, so I stretched my waist and stood up, grabbed the shoulder of the second grader and whispered in his ear, "You, just hang a sign on the door, people with red hair and different colored eyes are not allowed to enter!" , why should he be so abused by him?"

"Senior sister... woo..." My junior burst into tears, "Akashi-senpai...he...he's really scary...wow..." I smiled helplessly and rubbed He turned his head and looked back at Seijuro waiting for me under a tree beside him, straightened up and ran over.

"The kids are crying because of you. They used to be afraid of me, but now they are even more afraid of you." I said to Akashi who was expressionless.

"That's because I'm absolute, and it's normal to feel afraid." He always said these two lines from time to time.

"Seijuro, haven't you secretly read a lot of Jump Weekly?" I burst out laughing, "Are you the villain of a shonen manga hahaha."

"No, but I read a comic called No Money on your desk." He slapped his hand on the tree trunk and stared into my eyes.

I swallowed, I rarely read comics, and I came across this one by accident. No money is really a superb danmei work, but how can I let him see that I am reading this kind of thing, And the plot of no money—

Why does this sadomasochistic story of a poor and beautiful male student being bought by a rich man look so familiar?

Damn, I don't want to repay with my body.

"I will never read this kind of book again, I will never sell myself!" I swear to him with my hands folded.

"What a naughty child," he raised his hand and slapped my head hard, "it's not the time to ask for you."

I touched the place where I was beaten, "Fuck, Seijuro Akashi is you thinking about something bad."

God, you punish this guy.

Life at Akashi's house has always been very fulfilling, with endless lessons and homework. I have adapted to it for more than a year. I seldom feel tired and don't want to continue. It's hard to think what happened to that guy I have received this kind of high-pressure education since elementary school.I don't understand Seijuro's attitude towards me, he is very caring and gentle to me, of course he didn't let me off once in class, but usually he is really nice to me.He used to be very gentle to everyone, but now he only looks like before in front of me. Others, even the servants at home, are a little afraid of this young master. His presence can basically be regarded as Half of Akashi conscripted his ministers.

Is it because I really have value to him, or is it for other reasons, otherwise why should he be gentle with me.

I will not believe that he likes me in such a way that it is impossible to happen.

I received a strange call early in the morning on the weekend. I stared at the unfamiliar number and I didn’t answer it at first. My mobile phone number is now only known by Akashi and his son, Miyagi Butler and Sister Mary. I’m not a People who like to make friends.

After 2 minutes, Mary called.

I frowned and pressed the answer button.

(The following is the English dialogue)

"Haruka, your mother passed away." Mary sounded very sad.

"Oh, really." I don't have any nostalgia for that woman, or I wish she was dead.

"The body was found on the mountain. The police found her identity and came to the orphanage. They want to contact her family. If you can, you can sign and claim it. Oh, this poor woman, I hope God can bless her."

The Lord will not bless such a man.

After asking for the specific address, I hung up the phone, changed my clothes and went out.Seijuro went to the competition, and this kind of thing, I can't let someone go with me.Just walked in and sat waiting for me was the police department Sato whom I had seen before. Both he and I were taken aback for a moment, and I said first: "Hello."

"You are Ms. Mandao's family members. The cause of death has been investigated clearly. It was heart failure caused by malnutrition caused by prolonged hunger." Sato poured me a glass of water.

"Thanks," I sat down across from him, "what do I need to do, I don't have much time."

"Just sign here." He pushed me a document.

Following him to the back, Sato opened the zipper to let me see her. The smell of the corpse made me frown, and I turned my head and didn't even look at her.I contacted the funeral home. I don't want to have long nights and dreams, and I won't hold any funeral for her. I'll just burn it and turn it into ashes as soon as possible.

The clerk asked me if I wanted to see her face again, and I shook my head in disgust and let him push right in.

In the end of a person's life, there is only such a white jar left. I sat on the doorstep and hugged it. That woman never hugged me like this until she died.

I smiled, patted the ashes on my pants and stood up straight.She is a cowardly person, so after giving birth to me out of wedlock, she would throw me to my grandfather, but she dared not face her family. Later, she finally found someone who she thought she could trust her for life, but she only knew how to torture her with violence. She didn't resist when people ripped off my clothes when I was only 11 years old. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I don't want to think about what would have happened.

Now, at last, the tragic past is completely over.Everything related to me has turned to dust like her bones.

I stood up, tore off the name tag stuck to the bottom of the jar, and reached over to throw it in the trash.

Garbage should stay with the trash.