[Comprehensive] Saiki's spiritual master

Nao has two male gods, one is his ex-boyfriend Tezuka Kunimitsu who is currently in Germany, and the other is Hinata Shoyang, but Nao has a different mentality towards these two male gods, to put it simply , is the difference between being a friend and planning a day.

But Midorima didn't know the difference between these two male gods to Nao, and Xiangyang's teammates who managed to gather enough didn't know whether this male god was the other male god, what they saw was a man with a backlash The cute girl with the pink y bag ran towards Xiangyang, calling him a god.

"I didn't expect what Hinata-senpai said was true. There really were girls from Tokyo who came here to cheer for us." Xiangyang's junior a was surprised and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

The junior B who came with him was even more immersed in Nao's exquisite and beautiful appearance, and couldn't extricate himself from it, silently envious of the senior's good luck in his heart.

Then, the two of them saw the green-haired boy who was left behind by the beautiful senior sister, frowning and walking slowly to the senior sister and senior.

"Look, male god, the cheerleaders I found for you!" Nao pushed Midorima in front of Xiangyang, and introduced it loudly.

She did this all of a sudden, and Luma, who was not very good at talking to strangers, was suddenly embarrassed. He held back for a long time before he could say "Hello", and Xiangyang, who was greeted by him, was also dumbfounded. He raised his head and raised his face, and rubbed his nose with his hands enviously—this man is so tall!

Xiangyang is not interested in basketball, so after exchanging names, his impression of Midorima is only that this person is too tall to be a junior high school student, until he brought them back to the gymnasium, and he has been fighting in the basketball team. They will meet again, his two little ones stare at him dumbfoundedly as if they have seen a ghost...Lvma behind him.

"No way... Generation of Miracles, Midorima Shintaro?" One of them couldn't speak, grabbed Xiangyang's shoulder and shook violently, "My God, Xiangyang, how do you know such a powerful person?"

The other one was not much better, just like a little fan seeing an idol, he took out a pen and paper and handed it to Midorima: "Can you please sign me? I am also a shooting guard in the team. I saw you In many games, I have never missed a shot with a [-]% shooting percentage throughout the game, you are my idol."

We can't blame Xiangyang's two little ones for overreacting. Although Yukioka's basketball team isn't as depressed as the volleyball team, it's best to only reach the top four in the county. It's impossible for such a team to participate in the national competition, let alone Had the chance to meet the champion of the national competition.

It was also at this time that Nao realized that the Generation of Miracles and Midorima were really famous in the middle school basketball world. According to Xiangyang's fans, this guy is the number one shooting guard in Japan's middle school basketball world, and he called him the number one shooting guard in the middle school basketball world. The second is the first method that no one dares to call the first, and the second is far behind him.

And when they learned that the legendary No. [-] Marksman of Miracle came to cheer for their temporary cannon fodder team, the two said: "Xiao Xiang, let's quit, I'm sorry we can't be so embarrassing in front of idols. "

Green Room: "..."

Xiangyang: "..." t^t

Nao: "..." She shouldn't have invited such a great god over at all.

Of course, it was too late for them to want to quit now. The game was about to start in less than an hour. As the official players who had already reported, they could get in even if they didn't.

Twenty or ten minutes before the start of the game, Xiangyang and the others went to the field to warm up, and Nao also took Midorima to sit in the auditorium. ability."

He said this rather tactfully, judging from his insight, Hinata Xiangyang's miscellaneous army will definitely lose in the first preliminaries by a very large margin. I am afraid that the only thing that can reverse all this is Nao's ability.

But Nao shook his head: "No, I still believe in my male god."

Aside from the fact that Tezuka's games involved aggravating injuries, Nao was actually quite unwilling to interfere with the results of the games. Firstly, it would make her completely lose interest in this kind of sport, and secondly, it would be unfair to both sides of the competition.Although in this match, the above two reasons are not the main point, the truth is that even if she exhausts her ability, it will be useless, because...the difference in strength between the two sides is so great that everyone can see that it is indeed too great.

If the male god wants to win, unless everyone on the other side, including the bench players, is injured during the game, otherwise, if there are enough people, her male god has no chance of winning.

But she didn't tell Luma about these things.

"I believe in male gods!" Nao just raised his head and smiled at the boy beside him.

At this time, Nao was looking up with a slap-sized white and tender face, and was smiling with the corners of his mouth lightly moving. When Midorima looked down, he couldn't help but miss a heartbeat. He who always hated cats actually had such a In an instant, she imagined stroking her like a kitten like smoothing a cat's fur.

"Are you hot?" From Nao's perspective, Midorima's face turned red quickly. He was already paler than normal, and now even the tips of his ears were bleeding.

Midorima turned her head awkwardly, didn't want to speak and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the whistle at the start of the game rescued him in time, and Nao quickly attracted the attention of the game, even though the essence of the game was that the opponent unilaterally crushed her male god.

- No points at all unless the opponent misses the serve.

Midorima can see that Hinata Xiangyang has worked very hard, but his amateur teammates and his own lack of conditions make him helpless in front of the opponent's iron wall.

But Nao next to him obviously didn't think so, and she said quite proudly, "Isn't my male god super awesome?"

Midorima: "..." Do the two of them have different definitions of stick?

Nasu caught a glimpse of his embarrassed face from the corner of his eye, as if he had always been like this in front of her, many times he clearly disagreed with her views, but never said it clearly, and then suddenly stopped talking, as if he was having a fight with a child.

Nao blinked and said to him: "Sports games were boring to me before I met Xiangyang."

The source of everything was that her father took her to watch a football match when she was in the second grade of elementary school. The two sides were evenly matched and stalemate. She said casually, "The brother of No. Ball." Five minutes later, NO.11 scored a goal and changed the result of the entire game. At that time, Nao realized that she could turn the tide of the game with a casual sentence. The more so the game.

How boring, you have worked so hard on the field for so long, it is better to say a word to me, whoever I want to win can win.

It was Xiangyang who changed her view and made her understand that what matters is not the result of the last one or two numbers, but the process of working hard for a certain sport because of her love.

"Xiangyang has been working hard to be able to play the game one day, and he has already won if he stepped into the game today." As if to increase her persuasiveness, she nodded vigorously, "The result of the game is very important, but not Most importantly, most importantly..."

At this moment, there was a burst of exclamation from the audience around them. It turned out that Xiangyang on the field was thrown out of the field in order to dunk a ball that was obviously thrown into the air, and his body was slammed into the scoreboard. superior.

Nao was about to be scared to death by him, and Midorima was also terribly frightened. Is it necessary for him to work so hard in such a game that obviously has no chance of winning?

Isn't it pointless as long as you can't win?

Midorima is still subtly influenced by Teiko's philosophy, even if he just insists on being himself, it is based on the premise that he can win by being himself.

After confirming that Xiangyang was fine, Nao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Midorima again. She didn't know if Xiangyang's game had affected him, but at least, she told him that the victory of the game was not everything.

……

There were no surprises in the result of this match. Xiangyang's miscellaneous army lost in a mess, but Nao still gave him a thumbs up immediately after he left the field: "God, you are super handsome today!"

Xiangyang scratched his head embarrassingly. Behind him, Junior A and Junior B, who were still frustrated because they dragged the senior back, blushed under Nasu's bright smile—is it Senior Sister? It's right to say anything about being so aphrodisiac.

Midorima looked at these in silence, and always felt that from the time Qi Mu saw Hinata Xiangyang, there was a stone in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.

He was still tangled, and his cuff was suddenly pulled.

"Luma, Xiangyang's friend asked, can I play basketball with you for a while, they have never played against the Generation of Miracles, and I really want you to guide them, just for a while, do you think it will work?"

Nao tugged at his cuff, but it was as if his heart was being torn, and his heart beat so fast that he couldn't control himself.

Is it okay or not, is it really a question when asked from her mouth?

Midorima only knew that he was still absent-minded when he was under the outdoor basketball hoop outside the gymnasium, and he was a little relieved when a ball went into the basket, but everyone around him, including Nao, said, "Fuck, this ball is too unscientific." Newton's coffin board will not be able to hold down" and other expressions.

This is the first time for Nao to actually watch Midorima play basketball from the sidelines. Being on the scene widens the court, and also heightens the parabola of Midorima's shots... Then his shooting looks even weirder ...

How is it possible for normal people to score goals in that way?Nao thought about it seriously for a long time and came to a conclusion—Midorima, you were not a human or a cabbage shooter in your last life, and even your hair was green, um, it must be so.