[comprehensive] true love

Kise Ryota has never heard of Tsukishima Ryuki's name since he was in a state of embarrassment when he saw the man who called himself Jusuta Tara.

The generation of miracles fell apart. The former teammates became friends again through their love for basketball after going through tit-for-tat. Although it is easy to say and still has the unique enthusiasm of youth, the fatigue and ankles caused by the process are getting more and more serious. The pain is also an indisputable fact.

He felt tired, tired, and worse, lonely.

When he was sober, he didn't dare to think about Ryui Tsukishima at all, as if all his emotions and desires were locked in his heart, leaving a happy idiot to manage his life into a semblance of noise.

But as long as he relaxes a little, those endless thoughts will linger on him relentlessly, some are memories of the past, some are wild thoughts, and they are menacing, making it impossible for him to avoid them.

But every time without exception, he saw himself, in the only light in the endless darkness, reaching out a hand in silent pleading.

"The Realm of Rebirth" restarted its serialization, and animation productions, live-action TV series and other joint works flocked in, and it was in the limelight for a while. The original author didn't know whether it was out of a low profile or arrogance, and he did not participate in any activities or accept any interviews. Not a single word was left.

However, Kise felt relieved inexplicably, as if the sword of Damocles hanging above his head had finally fallen down, writhing in pain, but he didn't have to look up from time to time in distress.

This metaphor was told to him by Tsukishima Ryui, although since then, Kise's historical grades have been ghostly and he has never passed again, even with Midorima's rolling pencil that seems to have some kind of magical power.

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"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, amazingstreetbasketballteam street exhibition competition, what kind of super performance will you see, nowtipoff!"

Haichang's regular selection team members gathered together, staring at the screen in front of them nervously. The world-renowned basketball team Gaba Oak from the United States played against the Japanese special team Strky. Former Haichang basketball captain Kasamatsu was one of the members. one.

Accompanied by the sound of the whistle, the Gabao players who had won the ball quickly launched an attack, and the breath of enthusiasm and vitality flashed before everyone's eyes. The rhythm was so fast that even the heart beat faster. Ten seconds after the opening, the Kasamatsu was unskillfully stopping the basketball flipped at the fingertips of Nash, the captain of Gaba Oak, which even surprised him a bit.

Immediately there was overwhelming cheers on the court, the camera closely followed the footsteps of the players, and the strky players cooperated with each other and quickly scored the first goal.

The camera swept across the excited auditorium, Kise seemed to be a little reasonable about the interception the previous second, and was thinking about something, but the next second, his thoughts suddenly broke down.

A girl in a black baseball cap was sitting in the auditorium that was swept away. When the camera passed in front of her, she looked up as if blessed to the soul. She looked up and saw Kise who was watching the game nervously through the camera. Looking at each other from afar.

The flat glasses covered the eyes of those indifferent peach blossoms, refracting a bit of sunlight from the cloudless sky, almost blinding Huang Lai's eyes.

"Kose, Kise..."

The teammates beside him looked at him inexplicably, who wanted to get into the screen, and couldn't help calling him out. He came back to his senses, and was awakened in a cold sweat.

The camera has turned back to the arena again, and he looks at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass to the side to reflect his shadowy shadow, as if he saw the foolish self in the dream again, stretching out a hand to the vast darkness motionless.

Huang Lai lowered his eyes, tears rolled down from the end of his long and narrow eyes, he wiped them casually, and smiled self-deprecatingly, after being swept away by the pain with nowhere to vent, he returned to an empty loneliness again.

He raised his cuffs and smelled the familiar scent of cedar.