Trapped in the sunset

That night, Wei Young threw herself into the soft bed after pouting and ending the call with her brother.

"Brother really..." she muttered dissatisfied.

Although the relationship between the brother and sister is very good, this does not prevent Haiyin Temple from really liking to tease his sister's heart.Of course, the premise is that only he has this power.

But what's wrong with that? Isn't there such a saying that "brothers and sisters quarreled more fiercely when they were young, and grew up to have a better relationship."Besides——

Wei Young slightly raised the corner of her mouth.Although bickering, my heart is always warm.

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"Good morning, Haiyin Temple classmate."

"Good morning, Harada-san."

Harada Ai was the girl who spoke to her when she first entered the class yesterday.It wasn't until after school that Wei Young found out that she was the deputy monitor of Group A in the first year; and the monitor was the boy sitting next to her.

Returning to her seat, Wei Young took out the textbook, opened it, put her elbow on the table, rested her chin on her fist, then looked out the window, seeing the same scenery as yesterday.She stared out of the window through the glass in a daze, her silver-gray eyes seemed to be staring at something, but at the same time, she seemed to be looking at nothing.Only a thin mist of dust is reflected in the pupils.

In fact, she just saw a grand piano in an inconspicuous corner when she passed the auditorium in the morning, and she remembered the school she went to in the United States.

In the United States, their education is not as rigid as in Eastern countries.They focus on individual talents and talents, so there are many kinds of schools in the United States.Such as sports schools, schools specializing in teaching life skills, ordinary elite schools, and music schools like Weiyang's.Although the basic subjects offered by these schools are the same, just like their names, they emphasize different aspects.

The people in the physical education school are not very good academically, but they are absolutely top-notch in sports; most of the students in the life skills school are people who have given up studying or never go to school at all, and what they learn is some life skills. Skills, learn them, and then find a job and be self-reliant.

All in all, in that country, everyone has a stage to display their talents.Even people who can't read can find their place in society.

So the reason why Wei Young is in the music school is of course the same reason.Classes are divided according to different musical interests and styles. There are choirs, orchestras, marching bands, brass ensembles, woodwind ensembles, and so on.

Wei Young majored in piano, participated in an orchestra, and became the principal violinist of the entire orchestra—or the soul of the entire orchestra.

But now that he left, that seat was handed over to his friend who was pretty good over there. . .I don't know how he is now. . .

A piece of paper was pushed in front of her eyes, interrupting her thoughts.

Looking back, I saw the red-haired boy holding a piece of paper that looked like a form in his hand.

what is that? ——Her eyes asked.

The boy's slender fingers pointed at the title on the paper: "Leave it to me before school."

With a vague "oh", Wei Young's eyes scanned the large characters of "Society Selection Form" and read down.

"There are a lot of sports clubs..." sighing softly, Wei Young turned her head away and said to the boy beside her, "Akashi-kun, I heard you are the head of the basketball department?"

Akashi put down his pen and tilted his head: "That's right."

"And then the student council president?"

"Ah."

"There is also the position of squad leader..." Wei Young muttered to herself, before turning her head, she said with a smile: "It's really amazing, Akashi-kun."

Akashi Seijuro stared at the girl's side face for a long while, unable to see his thoughts with a blank face, and picked up the pen again.

The nibs of the two brushed across the paper, making the sound of "swipe", "swipe", "swipe".

. . .

Wei Young sat silently in the corner of the gymnasium, forming a conspicuous contrast with other students who were running and sweating.

The eyes reveal these yearnings, but she has no intention of joining them.

When they were in music school, their sports were nothing more than activities like running and swimming that didn't hurt their fingers.Football, basketball, tennis, or other more intense activities are not allowed.Hands are the life of a musician, so don't hurt them. . .Especially those of them who aspire to develop in music need to take care of their bodies even more.

At this moment, Ai Harada came in with the physical education teacher, holding a basket of basketballs.Looking at the boys, they have already started playing five-on-five.

Her gaze finally fell on the red figure.Watching him run, jump, pass, and shoot was a far cry from the seriousness and indifference he felt off the court.

Even from such a distance, Wei Young can feel that he is a king on the field.Even though his height is not impressive in it, the strong aura he released does not allow others to despise or look down on him.

A born king. . .

That was the feeling he gave her at that second.People are willing to follow behind him and sincerely think that it is a matter of course that this person is at the top.

Blinking, Wei Young shifted her gaze to the court on the girl's side.Her eyes just met Harada Ai.

Harada was stunned for a moment, then walked towards her with a smile: "Do you want to join?"

Wei Young opened her mouth, and was interrupted by Harada before she could say anything——

"I know you won't participate. The teacher has already explained to us." Harada said, "I just want to ask: Do you know basketball, Haiyinsi?"

"I understand it."

"That's right. We are still short of a referee, do you want to try it?"

"...it is good."

. . .

"Student Haiyinsi, do you really only "know" basketball?"

On the way back to class after the physical education class, Harada asked questions.

Whether it's fouls, scoring, or anything else, Wei Young's performance really doesn't look like "understanding".

Wei Young smiled slightly: "It's impossible for me to actually fight, but it should be possible to talk about it on paper."

"why?"

Why?Wei Young thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Because I have an older brother who likes basketball very much."

Because my brother liked it, he was often dragged to be a temporary referee when he was a child.After observing and observing for a long time, I naturally learned the basic rules of basketball, different formations, styles of play, and offensive strategies.

But that's just knowing.

"By the way, Akashi-kun already gave you the form, right? What club do you want to join?"

Wei Young answered without thinking while opening the door——

"Music club."

Before school was over, when Wei Young handed over the form to Akashi, he glanced at the choices she had ticked, and said to her: "I will help you pass this to the teacher, and you can report to the music club tomorrow."

——"Thank you so much, Akashi-kun."

That's what she told him.

———After a long time, she asked him if he was tired; his answer was: I am used to it.

The author has something to say: finally wrote it! ! !

Seeing the latest black basket and can't wait to watch the game between Kuroko and Midorima! ! !

Then, this article was discovered today after I put it up. . .Why do messy characters appear? ! ! !And still so many! ! !transport.move.Why can't these two words come out? ! ! !

☆, old knowledge