[Black Basket] It's not that easy

There was a long silence.

Breaking through with a chuckle, Maeda Yusuke rubbed his forehead tiredly: "What are you doing, you don't look like someone who can say such things."

Shi Shi frowned, puffing up half of his cheeks, apparently dissatisfied with Maeda's slander for no apparent reason: "What are you talking about?"

Maeda sighed and lowered his head, waved his hands perfunctorily and said, "It's nothing, let's go quickly."

The world hummed a little, and squeezed the kraft paper bag tightly. The cold sweat from nervousness made the paper bag a little warm to the touch. The girl glanced at the schoolbag still on the sofa, and subconsciously bit her pink lips with her white teeth. Taking a breath, Maeda was about to pluck up the courage to go forward and fetch the schoolbag back. The moment before, Maeda had buried his head in thought and thought to himself, and suddenly said viciously, "Why don't you leave!"

He raised his head, glanced at the world, and raised the corners of his eyes frivolously: "Since we don't want to leave, let's continue what we just did..."

The girl shrank her neck in fright, quickly withdrew her hand, unscrewed the handle as fast as she could, and hurried out through the crack of the door, leaving in a hurry.

Maeda, who was still sitting carelessly on the coffee table, seemed to finally be unable to hold back his laughter. He covered his lips and restrained himself, took out the black mobile phone that had been vibrating for a long time in his pocket, pressed the answer button without looking at it, and put it next to his ear Before the other party could speak, he threw out two words impatiently:

"It didn't work."

After a while, Maeda snorted and said, "What, you still have the right to laugh at me, I don't know who didn't keep people first."

The man stood up and walked to the window, skillfully clamped the phone with his shoulder and continued to listen to the other party, skillfully lit a cigarette, and seemed to relax a lot after taking a deep breath, then he rubbed his eyebrows and turned his head, glanced at He looked at the dark blue schoolbag on the sofa.

"Go and tell Huang Lai to come to the office." White smoke came out of his mouth and nose, he closed his eyes and smiled lightly: "Maybe this is a turning point."

Seemingly being refuted something, Maeda seemed to be repeating the other party's words, and asked back: "Is it going to work?"

He tilted his neck and looked downstairs out of the window. The beautiful and slender girl had long since disappeared. Her indifferent expression seemed to be talking about the most common topic, but the wicked smile extending from the tip of her brow was not concealed at all.

"Well, just treat it as a pastime."

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On Saturday, the huge Teiguang campus was empty, and the air was filled with the endless cries of bored cicadas. In the basketball hall, a group of teenagers were sweating and running back and forth on the court.

Even though the national high school competition is tomorrow, the training of Teiko Basketball Club is not relaxed at all, and every member is doing their best to improve themselves.

Shoot one more basket, perfect the defensive action, and make yourself stronger. Even after the entire game, you may not have the chance to play at all.

There was a thin and straight figure on the sidelines, and as he blew his whistle, the Teiko Basketball Club's one-day training officially ended.

The first army of the Teiko Basketball Club lined up neatly, the red-haired boy standing at the main seat was looking down at the cardboard in his hand, the arena was quiet and even the sound of breathing was suppressed.

"The next name I read is the starter for tomorrow's game."

Every boy seemed to involuntarily straighten his back, or lower his head, or look forward expectantly.

The red-haired boy spoke calmly, and those familiar names flowed from his lips.

"Akashi Seijuro, number 4."

"Aomine Daiki, number 6."

"Midorima Shintaro, number 7."

"Atsushi Murasaki, number 5."

He paused, but these two seconds made the boys stop breathing. Akashi closed the cardboard, his voice still without any ups and downs.

"Kise Ryota, number 8."

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"What are you doing! The first game was all about Generation of Miracles!" The boy put on his school uniform indiscriminately, and he forcefully forced the locker to be closed, his chest heaving with anger.

Standing in front of the locker like this, another boy was standing beside him, slowly putting a tie on his neck. Hearing this, he quickly reminded his companion in a low voice:

"Keep your voice down! Do you want the captain to hear you?!" He pressed his companion's shoulder, trying to help him calm down, but found that he had the same mentality.

"Forget it, it turned out to be like this." He propped up his knees helplessly, and slumped down on the bench with a somewhat dejected figure: "I thought this year might be better, but it seems that I was wrong."

At first, the angry boy gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly: "That's the first game, so long...what's the point of training for so long?!" The boy covered his face with his hands, and following this movement, he bent his back and slowly sat down on the bench. The companion on the side patted his shoulder comfortingly.

At this moment, the entire locker room was full of silent teenagers. They changed their clothes on their own, and their movements were stiff like a machine being wound up. Suddenly, a low, almost whispering word entered the silent air.

"I... already in the third grade."

Hearing this, among the silent teenagers, there was an immature boy with red eyes, and whispered: "Senior..."

More teenagers lowered their heads, and some buried their heads in the lockers self-consciously, as if they didn't want others to see their expressions at all, but the undulating chest betrayed him.

The young man called senior shook his head, sighed and continued the unfinished action just now. He didn't turn around until he buttoned the last button of the light blue shirt, and scanned the gloomy dressing room. The junior boy patted him on the shoulder, then stood behind him in silence.

He raised his head and said slowly after a while: "I know you are all very unwilling."

"Back then, we were more unconvinced than you." It seemed difficult to utter a short sentence, he paused for two seconds and continued: "Especially when we were in the second grade, we had to sit on the bench for the first graders. It's going to explode."

The classmate next to him laughed twice when he heard the words, and a short year seemed to fly by before his eyes. The boy who was talking looked at the group of children who were still downcast, and scratched his head helplessly.

"Listen, everyone wants to play in the game, but there are only five positions. If you want to win, you should let the strong stay in that position." He said firmly in a moderate voice: "Everyone understands the truth, and I know that I have to accept it." It is indeed difficult, but you must learn to accept the reality."

He stepped forward and slapped the back of the young man who was still covering his face, and after a light reprimand, he slowly gritted his teeth, admonishing every junior here, just like what was left to them by the retired seniors.

"Because this is Diguang, we must win!"

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"That guy, Huang Lai, he disappeared without anyone taking his bag!" The dark-skinned boy twisted a dark blue schoolbag, and with a "Peng", he threw it on the table rudely, while the pink-haired girl slammed it in dissatisfaction. Looking up: "It's so annoying! Ada, can't you be quieter?!"

"cannot!"

It is a daily task for childhood sweethearts to quarrel and talk back. Midorima pushed his glasses as usual, and turned his head to look beside him.

"Akashi, how long will it take?"

The young man sitting in the middle of the conference room lowered his head and turned a blind eye to his surroundings. He was holding a book in one hand and seemed to be concentrating on reading it, while the other hand was raised from time to time to manipulate the books placed on the table. checkerboard.

"What are you doing so impatiently?" Akashi still lowered his eyes, his eyes never left the book in his hand, Midorima couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, the title of the book was written in English on the cover, and from Akashi could see between the pages of the book, the densely packed English of origin.

Facing Midorima's upright peeping, the red-haired boy's tone was always unhurried: "Aren't you coming to the next game, Shintaro?"

Midorima frowned subconsciously, he was still not quite used to Akashi directly addressing him by his name, but the usually calm boy quickly relaxed his brows, shook his head and said politely, "No."

Akashi was noncommittal, and continued to be dual-purpose without arrogance or impetuosity.

Qingfeng, who was walking back and forth, finally couldn't bear it any longer: "What are you doing! Why don't you just play a game and have to wait for his lecture here? Did this old bald man take some wrong medicine?!"

"Qingfeng!"

Midorima quickly yelled to stop, even if the chairman of the board is an "old bald man" who has bald in his later years, and his various verbose behaviors make people look unsightly, he is still an elder and teacher. He cannot accept such unruly behavior of Aomine.

Qingfeng stopped talking just in time, and stroked the top of his hair violently: "It's so hot, why do you have to wait here?!"

Midorima didn't say anything more to him, he looked at Akashi who was still unmoved: "We are specially gathered here to give lectures, it's impossible for you to know everything, right? Akashi."

"pat-"

As the chess piece landed crisply, Akashi finally raised his head: "What's wrong with having someone explain those tedious truths to you?"

His gaze slowly passed over the members who were scattered in the meeting room. It was obviously a glance, but it made people feel the pressure of being overlooked. His calm tone directly concluded the dispute.

"Just be patient."

After all, Qingfeng died down. He frowned, with a livid face, and slammed his butt on the conference table. Heizi Tetsuya, who had been reading quietly on the same table for a long time, was taken aback by the sudden force, but in the presence of others In his eyes, the blue-haired boy just glanced up blandly, then lowered his head silently and continued reading.

At this time, not far from the door of the meeting room, a petite figure was bending over, looking around furtively, holding a dark box in his arms, which was particularly abrupt against the backdrop of his slender figure.

On the other side, a blond-haired boy was rushing over. He was twisting a dark blue schoolbag in his hand. On the outer strap of the schoolbag, there was a string of cute accessories, which were the popular little chick pendants.

On the lower right corner of the schoolbag, a row of small round characters are vaguely embroidered.

——"Hatsuluno World"

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