[Comprehensive] Secret

The man has thick eyebrows, a pair of fierce slanted eyes, and a height of more than 1.8 meters. Standing in front of Beichuan Ai, he looks like a strange uncle and a little lolita.

"Little sister, don't shout, what master, who are you?" Mitsui Shou rubbed his hair and touched his chin.The foot injury recurred during the game, and now he can only calm down and hide at home to recuperate from his injury, and occasionally he can only come here, touch the ball, practice shooting on the spot, so as not to lose his touch when he returns.

Kitagawa Ai looked down at Mitsui Hisashi's knee, and the left knee was indeed tied with a heavy bandage, obviously an old injury relapsed.

"Sorry..." I forgot that she has not been accepted as an apprentice by Master Mitsui yet.She lowered her head apologetically, like a good girl who admitted the wrong person: "I admitted it wrong."

Mitsui Shou also felt that Kitagawa Ai had admitted the wrong person, he glanced at the basketball that woke him up, and commanded: "Little sister is playing, go, pick it up."

Mitsui Shou's appearance looks very fierce, especially when he is frowning, maybe it has something to do with being a bad boy for a while when he was young, even though his character is actually very upright, until now, he looks a bit ruffian Qi, at this moment with his arms akimbo in command, he looks like a bad guy.

But Ai Beichuan still went to pick up the basketball, and handed it to him respectfully, and then watched him stand outside the three-point line, stretched out his hand, and slapped it, the ball was hollow.

"awesome!"

No matter how many times I watch it, I still feel that Mitsui Hisashi's shooting posture is very handsome. Although it can't be said to be as iconic as a textbook, it has a special feeling that belongs to him alone.

Seeing the silver-haired little girl obediently ran to pick up the ball and handed it to him, the vanity in Mitsui Shou's heart instantly swelled, and he posed again, hitting the ball again.

Pick up the ball.

hollow.

Pick up the ball.

hollow.

Pick up the ball.

Empty... "Little sister, can I let my brother rest for a while, my hands are sore tat." You have to find the right time to pretend, with his current third-level crippled body, it would be nice to be able to throw a few hollow shots , without using the strength of the lower body at all, the upper body consumes more energy.Mitsui Shou felt that he was digging a hole to bury himself now.

"What grade is my little sister? Is she a primary school student? I like basketball very much?" Mitsui Shou put on the appearance of a close brother, holding the ball and resolutely not going to shoot, and asked Beichuan Ai condescendingly.

The smile on Beichuan Ai's cute face froze for a moment, she smiled and said, "Brother's eyes don't look very good, should I get some glasses? I'm a junior high school student. On the first day of junior high school."

"Junior high school student? Not at all." Mitsui Shou didn't feel any embarrassment at being teased, but showed a doubtful expression as a matter of course, "Like basketball? Do you want me to teach you? I'm very good."

Beichuan Ai's eyes lit up: "Master! Can you be my master! I like basketball very much, very much, very much, very much!"

Frightened by Kitagawa's enthusiasm, Hisashi Mitsui couldn't help but take a step back and touched his chin: "Little sister likes it so much, but your height... can't do it."

"Master, take me with you!" Kitagawa Ai was not afraid of Mitsui Shou's refusal at all, but instead circled around him, "Although I am not tall enough and my physical strength is only average, my hobby is to be a military advisor. Master, you can teach me how to play ball." Only then can I know how to command better!"

"Yoho, to be a military adviser, your dream is really magnificent hahaha." Mitsui Shou said incredulously, maybe because Kitagawa Ai was really too young, although he didn't mean to underestimate it at all, but still subconsciously If you don't take it seriously, the nature of a child always comes and goes quickly. "Since you've already started calling me master, don't you have to take it easy? It's almost lunch time, please treat me to a meal."

"Of course! Master! Let me treat you to a meal, and treat it as a meeting ceremony for apprentices."

"Then this meeting ceremony is too simple, right? I'm very powerful, do you want to bribe me after a meal?"

"Hee hee - from now on, every time our school wins a competition, I will treat the master to dinner!"

Although it was verbally said that Kitagawa Ai should invite him to dinner, in fact Mitsui Shou, who had no intention of letting Kitagawa Ai spend money, would directly decide to pay the bill at the time of payment, so that Kitagawa Ai would not even give him a chance to hand over the money.

"Little sister, is she really going to be a teacher?" After lunch, Mitsui Shou sat on a stone bench by the garden with a toothpick in his mouth, his left foot stretched out straight.

"I'm serious!" Ai Beichuan put back the smile on her face at the right time, trying to make her cute baby face look serious, but it still looked a little funny. "You can't underestimate me just because I'm young. I really plan to work hard in this direction in the future."

"Oh——" Mitsui Shou replied irresponsibly, and looked up at the teenagers on the street basketball court in the distance. Even in the middle of the day, they were still sweating and swaying their youth. "Tomorrow morning, at 6 o'clock, if you can show up on the basketball court just now, I can think about it again."

"Don't worry! I will never miss the appointment!" Ai Beichuan nodded seriously.

In fact, Mitsui Shou didn't take Bei Chuan's love words to heart, besides, he was recovering from his injuries, so how could he really accept some apprentices?At most, it's just word of mouth.

It's just that the little girl seemed to be really caring, and she could hear the voice coming from the direction of the basketball court early in the morning.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened his mouth wide and yawned, and walked out slowly with his feet shuffling.

Today's weather is as good as ever!

The sun was hanging brightly in the sky, the blue sky was clean and bright, and there was not a single white cloud in sight. Looking at it at a glance, there was a sense of refreshment.

"master!"

The little girl who just said goodbye yesterday ran towards him with a face full of joy, holding an orange basketball that didn't match her appearance and height, and greeted him with a smile.

"Yo——" Mitsui Shou stretched out his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, waved it from the corner of his forehead, and saluted casually, "You're still...quite early~"

"Fortunately, I came over at 05:30." Ai Beichuan said shyly while holding the ball.But in my heart, I couldn't help complaining about my pretending to be a child, thinking that she, an older young woman, would have to degenerate to such a point, it is really impermanent.

"Five o'clock, children will not grow tall if they don't sleep well." Hisashi Mitsui rubbed his chin, rubbed his callused fingers against a scar from his youth, and said, "But girls can't grow taller." It doesn’t need to be too tall, I just like to hug a small one to be comfortable hehehe—”

Mitsui Shou, who obviously fell into his yy, showed a smirk expression, if Beichuan Ai hadn't known his habits for a long time, I'm afraid he would be scared away by his idiot uncle's appearance.

"My father is 1.8 meters! I can also grow to 1.8 meters!" Beichuan Ai said with a puffy face, "Master, don't think about those beautiful sisters, aren't you afraid that your girlfriend will be jealous?"

Hisashi Mitsui blinked his eyes, a moment of surprise flashed across his face, he walked up to Ai Beichuan and bent down: "Hey, little sister, how do you know that brother has a girlfriend?"

The probing words surprised Beichuan Xinxin, she was too relaxed in front of the master, and it was easier to show her flaws, but fortunately, her face was still dissatisfied like a child, so she took advantage of the opportunity and said: "No Come on, master, don't you have a girlfriend at this old age? If you don't find a girlfriend, you will be lonely! Many boys in our class have found girlfriends."

After finishing speaking, the disdainful eyes shot straight at Mitsui Shou.

"Little sister is really disobedient, I don't look old! He is a handsome uncle!" Stimulated by Beichuan Ai's "so old", Mitsui rumpled her hair in dissatisfaction, grinning sinisterly : "Wait for me to take care of you! Want to be a teacher? Let me be satisfied first!"

As soon as Mitsui Shou said this, Kitagawa Ai knew that she had dug a big hole for herself. She hugged the basketball with a mournful face, pretending to cry or not: "It's too much, you clearly promised me that I would go early today. You will teach me when you arrive, but you have other requirements, master, you are a big liar!"

After finishing speaking, he held his head up, stretched out the back of his hand to his eyelids, opened his mouth wide and was about to howl, as if the basketball court was flooded with water that was about to cry in a second.

"Okay, okay, uncle is wrong? Don't you want to learn basketball? If you cry again, I won't teach you."

Mitsui Shou, who has absolutely no experience in coaxing children, had no choice but to compromise, but he also felt that the days of self-cultivation were too difficult, and he couldn't touch basketball at all. He watched those little kids on the court every day "hehehahaha", Then I felt that my hands and feet were itchy, and I was about to find something to do by myself, when Bei Chuan Ai happened to bump into it, really fell asleep and met the pillow.

It's just that if I don't take care of my foot injury, I don't know when I will have to wait until I return to the team next time.

Mitsui Shou sighed, for a moment he felt that his future was bleak, and only when he healed his injuries could he clear away the heavy fog.

He has learned enough lessons from his youth, and he doesn't want to leave the basketball court again because of his willfulness and conceit.

He wanted to play basketball until he was too old to walk, until his teeth fell out and he could only watch his children and grandchildren happily dribble on crutches.

Kitagawa Ai, who had no idea that Mitsui Shou was lamenting his youth, stood aside and slapped the basketball regularly.Her current body has not been sculpted, so in terms of sports, it can only be said to be passable.Yesterday he was able to beat Heizi-jun on the court, but it was only because of his skills and familiarity with Heizi.Most of the time, her hands and feet can't keep up with the operation of her brain. She has clearly calculated to throw the ball from a certain point, and along the drawn trajectory, she will definitely be able to score the basket.However, if the physical fitness is not up to the standard, it often leads to the phenomenon of being full of momentum and failing to practice.

Mitsui Shou, who was attracted by the regular sound of the ball, withdrew his wandering thoughts. Seeing Beichuan Ai playing the ball in a decent manner, he was slightly surprised: "Little sister is not bad, have you learned?"

Beichuan stared intently at the basketball, not his Mitsui: "Watching them play on TV, I learned a little bit, and our school also has physical education classes, and the teacher will teach them."

She is like a layman now. Apart from a thorough understanding of the theoretical rules of basketball, she is the type who is crushed every minute in practice.The reason why she didn't look at Mitsui's speech was because she was afraid that if she averted her gaze, the basketball with no touch would slip away from her hands.

Hisashi Mitsui stood obliquely, shifting all the weight to his uninjured foot. He noticed Ai Beichuan's serious expression, and felt a little bit of fun in his heart.

Basketball games will naturally be broadcast on TV. During the game, most of the players run with the ball, or grab the pass and throw the ball. Few people stand still and dribble.As for the school, he himself is a serious student who came out of the school. He naturally understands the basketball knowledge taught by the school, but it is just superficial. At most, he can tell you what a three-step layup is. You count as five.

But Ai Beichuan's posture was different from that in school.

Maybe it was the first time she touched the ball, and her movements were not smooth, but every movement, those small details, seemed to be copied from a textbook. She knew that her fingers should be wide open, and she knew where the center of the ball should be. will go astray.

If such a person says that he just watched it on TV and learned it from his teacher, he probably still can't believe it.

And because of Kitagawa Ai's stiff movements, Mitsui Shou could only find an excuse for her—maybe she really likes basketball.

"Your name is Kitagawa Ai, right?" Mitsui asked.

Hearing her own name, Ai Beichuan quickly hugged the basketball that fell on the ground, a little flustered in her movements, perfectly interpreting what it means to be a basketball novice: "Yes, master can call me by my name directly (*)"

It's not a burden for her to speak with her own face and expression.

Hisashi Mitsui stretched out his hand to Ai Kitagawa, played with the basketball she offered on his finger, and asked casually, "How much do you know about basketball?"

Beichuan Ai stretched out both hands and opened towards him: "Theoretical knowledge is perfect, if it is practical, at least give it 0.5 points."

A proud and stinking arrogant look, on her little loli face, it's hard to make people feel disgusted.

Mitsui Shou smiled: "I see, it's almost enough to give 0.1 points in practice."

"Is ten a perfect score?" Bei Chuan asked.

"No, the full score is based on a percentage."