[Comprehensive] Secret

Seeing the person who made the noise, compared to Kise's surprised and helpless look, Kitagawa Ai greeted her happily. She didn't know that Midorima would come, what a surprise.

"Did you come to the game too?"

She looked at Midorima from left to right, from top to bottom, and nodded with satisfaction seeing his growing body: "Obviously the new school is very popular with you, you must be heavier and taller." !"

Midorima raised his jaw slightly: "Obviously."

He reached out and caressed his mirror frame. Just as he was about to speak, a strange male voice sounded like someone dying of thirst, panting. Beichuan Ai tilted his head and looked behind Midorima, watching the limp The boy in uniform on the scooter asked strangely: "There are students in your school who are so poor that they ride a scooter to school?"

Midorima smiled disdainfully, and didn't seem to intend to explain.

And the boy behind him looked at Luma's back pitifully, and said, "I'm not someone who rides a scooter to school, I'm all Xiaozhen, Xiaozhen——"

"Xiaozhen?" Ai Beichuan raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at her Zhuma Jun with strange eyes, and scanned his whole body with suspicious eyes again, only to see that Midorima felt uncomfortable all over.

"What?"

"You! You actually allow others to call you Xiaozhen, and you still don't refute it? Thinking back to when I called you Xiaozhen so kindly back then, you were still unwilling to do so, and threatened me with lunch. Did we still have feelings before?"

Hearing Bei Chuan's crying voice, Midorima's facial expression seemed to be cracked. He subconsciously aimed his help-seeking eyes at Kise, but saw that Kise hadn't recovered from his depression. It's too unreliable!

Midorima glared at Kise with hatred, and twitched the corners of his mouth at Beichuan's increasingly exaggerated expression: "He didn't ask for my permission to call him that, just like you back then."

Ai Beichuan squinted at Luma with resentment: "You actually said that I am the same, can I be the same as others? Sure enough, Shintaro, you just forgot our previous relationship, you heartbroken man who abandoned his wife, woo woo woo—"

Hearing Bei Chuan's exaggerated words, the boy behind Midorima didn't have the energy to complain about Midorima, but instead cheered up with the mood of watching a good show. He looked at the good student, the upright gentleman in school, the excellent The green room where the children next door lived rarely showed such a helpless look, the smile on his face was almost blooming, as if the person who was exhausted to death just now was not him.

The most amazing thing is!Luma clearly knew that the girl was just pretending to be sad, not really sad.This actually made him curious about the relationship between the two of them.

Because after all, Xiaozhen looks so real...hehehe.

"Okay, okay, can't I be wrong? You can call it whatever you want in the future!"

Midorima compromised, and with a helpless and pampering voice, he made Ai Beichuan, who had been hiding behind the folding fan and pretending to cry, quietly raised her head, revealing a pair of moist red eyes, and continued to challenge the limit without fear of death: " Can I call you Little Green?"

"... Beichuan Ai! I'll go back if you're here!"

It's just an inch!

Ai Beichuan immediately put it down, and after putting down the folding fan, revealing her flushed cheeks from suppressed laughter, she reached out and took out a dark handkerchief from the left pocket of Midorima's black uniform trousers, very naturally Wipe the normal saline in the corner of his eyes, and then squeezed into a ball without fear of death and put it back.

This series of actions seemed as natural as it had been staged countless times, and the person behind Midorima was stunned.

Bei Chuanai raised her head in disgust, rubbing the pulp of her thumb and forefinger lightly: "Why do you still use a dark handkerchief? I told you that you should change it. Why didn't you bring the one I gave you on your birthday last time? Yes, the peach-flavored laundry detergent is too fragrant, wouldn't it be better to replace it with jasmine or lavender?"

Midorima replied patiently one by one: "The one you sent was just washed, and I didn't bring it out. I'm not used to the peach smell, but you know my mother loves this fragrance. I bought the lavender scent specially before. She used it to change the peach flavor, and I only found out that the laundry detergent in it had been replaced after I washed it once."

"Pfft, Auntie has so many tricks, is Uncle really okay?" Bei Chuan Ai laughed.

Midorima said helplessly, "I think he's already used to it."

The harmony between the two of them seems like no one can intervene, you talk to each other, even if there are no outsiders, there are many topics that cannot be said between each other.

Midorima’s classmate is okay, he came here with Midorima, and came to see Seirin and Kaichang’s practice match, even if he didn’t see it, now he sees that all men and women in the school are rejected (Takao: Except me) Midorima chatted so harmoniously with a girl, and it was already fully able to satisfy his curiosity and desire.

But Kise over there is different.

He was still lost at first, although he saw his former teammates and barely raised his spirits to listen to them, but gradually he found that they looked like no one else, and the feeling of stuffiness in his heart became more obvious, and he felt a little sour.

Obviously this should be something he is used to, but when it really happened in front of his eyes, he still couldn't fully adapt to it. He didn't like how they looked like no one else, and didn't like how they were so close, as if no one could blend in.

"It's rare for you to come to Xiaolujian, why don't you introduce me? We don't even know you as a classmate yet."

Huang Lai abruptly stepped between the two of them, hugged one with one hand and said with a smile.

Midorima looked at Kise's 'shameless' hand on Beichuan Ai's shoulder, stared at him with deep eyes, then turned to look at Takao Kazuari who was watching a play on the cart: "This is me in the basketball club classmate, Takao Kazuari."

"Uh-huh."

"..."

"That's it?" Kise and Takao asked at the same time.

Midorima adjusted his slid glasses as steadily as Mount Tai: "That's it."

Kise & Takao: It's unreasonable!

"Xiaozhen, you are really going too far!"

The black-haired boy named Takao Kazunari jumped off the cart angrily, rushed to Midorima like the wind, ignored Midorima's disgusted gaze, tiptoed and put his arms around his neck, pressing him down , looking at Kitagawa Ai and Kise: "Hi, I'm Takao Kazuari, Makoto's classmate and the perfect partner in the basketball team, point guard, birthday is November 11th, blood type O, stunt is backflip ~ Please give me more advice!"

He stretched out his right hand, palm up, and reached in front of Beichuan Ai, bent slightly and said with a smile, "Lovely miss, what's your name?"

Ai Beichuan smiled and stretched out her hand to pat Takao's palm: "I am Ai Beichuan, Xiaozhen's childhood sweetheart~"

"A good friend who grew up together? Xiaozhen, you are so happy, I also want such a beautiful childhood sweetheart~"

The boy's teasing tone did not make people feel disgusted, on the contrary, he was more fond of him. His smile was sly and mischievous, and his thick-skinned appearance was a bit like Kise, but he seemed to be more relaxed than him .

Although Kise's temperament is also very kind, but in fact, if you really want to be friends with him, you will always feel that there is something between each other.

But Takao doesn't give people the same feeling. Instead, there is a sense of comfort being treated sincerely by the other party.

The difference is like a high-ranking, friendly and polite prince and a gentle and innocent brother next door.

Kitagawa Ai glanced at Midorima and Takao with a full smile, thinking about the possibility of Midorima staying at her house tonight.

Well, almost zero.

After all, he had a classmate with him, and Tokyo was not too far from Kanagawa, and it took a few hours by train to get there.

"Can you come over here, let me treat you to dinner, I know a very good shop, the desserts in it are very delicious."

After the joke was over, Ai Beichuan returned to her serious appearance. She raised her hand to look at the time, and said to Huang Lai, "Go and wash first. I'll get my schoolbag. I'll see you at the door then."

Kise nodded obediently, waved at Midorima and his classmates, and ran away.

"If it's over now, maybe you can still meet Little Heizi at the school gate, let's have a chat?"

Hearing this, Luma was silent for a while before speaking: "No, although I admire his playing style, but the type B—"

"B-type you and A-type him often don't get along, right?"

Ai Beichuan took this sentence very naturally, and seeing Midorima's expression of being blocked, she laughed out loud: "Aren't you tired of saying it so many times?"

Midorima pushed his glasses and turned his head silently: "Takao, let's go, let's wait at the school gate."

"Hee hee hee--"

Seeing Midorima walk away, Kitagawa Ai stopped smiling and went back to the classroom, went to get her and Kise's schoolbags, and made a phone call to tell her father that she would have dinner with Midorima tonight.

Father really wanted to invite Midorima to live at home, and after Ai Beichuan told him that it was inconvenient to bring his classmates here, his father let the flow take its course and gave up the plan.

Not knowing that Kise and Takao were still there, he misunderstood that it was his daughter who wanted to have a meal with Midorima alone while chatting.

This made his face a bit gloomy, and happened to be seen by Tezuka Kunimitsu who came to the living room to pour tea.

"What's wrong, Uncle?" Tezuka Kunimitsu asked.

Tezuka Kunukin raised his hand, gently rubbing the thumb and index finger, his little habits are always somewhat similar to Kitagawa Ai: "Kunomitsu, do you think Xiao Ai and Shintaro...will you... ?”

Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't understand what he meant for a while, and it took a few seconds to realize what the other party was referring to. The figure of Shintaro Midorima floated in his mind, with his almost perfect grades and rich after-school life, but his tone was unmistakable. A hint of uncertainty: "Shintaro is a good guy."