I'm sorry I went to the wrong set [Comprehensive]

"Dahui, you once said that the only one who can defeat you is yourself, so go surpass yourself."

Natsume stared blankly at Akashi after saying this, and Aomine fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The sound of his head hitting the ground made him tremble, and the next second others also fell down one after another.

"Akashi, you..."

Akashi casually played with the gray stone mirror in his hand, "I didn't expect that monster in the lounge to be useful."

"..."

Is that mirror a monster's?So what do you do to people?

Natsume didn't know what to say, it was too authoritarian.

At any rate, that monster still had the grace to save his life, so Natsume couldn't help but feel unbearable.

Akashi looked at him, and explained, "This mirror allows people to enter the virtual world inside the mirror."

Natsume contacted what he just said about surpassing himself, and guessed, "Is there... a mirror copy of myself?"

"what."

Akashi responded and threw the mirror to him. Natsume quickly reached out and hugged it. The mirror, which looked like the size of a ping-pong racket, was actually quite heavy. It didn't look like it was waiting for the weight that a big stone should have. I don't know what switch I touched, and circles of water-like ripples appeared on the smooth mirror surface.

Natsume was startled, and almost threw the mirror out. The next second, a picture appeared on it, and he immediately settled down to look at it.

In the white mist, Qingfeng looked around blankly, wasn't he still in the gymnasium just now?What happened?where is thisWhat about the rest?

"Akashi! May! Tetsu! Kise! Midorima! Murasakihara! Natsume!"

Called everyone's names over and over again, but all I got was echoes from the void where I couldn't tell the direction. There was an ominous creep in this quiet space. Qingfeng pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly, "Hey, hey Hey, isn't it..."

Why did such an unscientific thing happen, is it a dream?Must be dreaming!He must have opened his eyes the wrong way!

Aomine closed his eyes tightly, counted twenty numbers silently in his heart, and then slowly opened them, and found that there was still a mist in front of him, and then his breathing became disordered, "What kind of joke is this... Akashi, you must be the ghost, right? It's not funny at all, let me go back quickly..."

It's a pity that Akashi won't come to rescue him even if he calls his throat broken.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, coupled with the lack of light, the fear in the heart is magnified several times in the situation where you can't see your fingers. Except for your own breathing and heartbeat, you can't hear anything, which makes people wonder whether time is still going on. elapsed.

[Mr. Qingfeng, there is a saying that extreme joy begets sorrow. 】

Heizi's words seemed to be in his ears.

Qingfeng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he looked around anxiously, always having the illusion that some monster would suddenly emerge from the white mist.

How how how how how how how?Can't there really be ghosts?With Akashi's current ghost level, maybe he can really do it. In other words, there is a new ability. According to Midorima's previous analysis, is it the awakening of the fifth personality?It really is getting more and more dangerous.

The sudden beam of light from top to bottom easily broke the silence. Qingfeng let out a short exclamation, and subconsciously wanted to run away.

No, it was too smooth.

Can you keep calm in such an environment, is it really human?

But ghosts don't have feet. Could it be Akashi?

Qingfeng yelled a few times through the fog with a glimmer of hope, but of course there was no response.

The footsteps were still approaching.

Aomine pulled out a smiling face that was uglier than crying, "I know I made a mistake Akashi, I really know I made a mistake, I will train hard in the future, and I won't be perfunctory to you anymore, and I won't bring Mai-chan's photo album again Come to school, so you let me go back?"

Really stop pretending to be a ghost to scare me.

The last half of the sentence rolled back to the throat because the surrounding white mist suddenly disappeared, and looked at the person coming. The whole space completed the exchange of night and day in an instant. In front of the eyes, it took a long time to regain sight.

But Qingfeng regretted so much why he had to look at the other person's appearance, curiosity killed the cat, wouldn't it be good to just keep your eyes closed?

Short indigo hair, dark skin, and even the clothes on his body are familiar sleeveless sweatshirts. If it weren't for the sneer on the other party's face, Qingfeng almost thought he was looking in the mirror.

"What if there is a bigger gap between you and the people around you after practice?"

"Basketball is just a game, just play casually."

"The only one who can beat me is myself."

……

The other party said over and over again what Aomine had said in the past.

Aomine has a sense of unreality, and almost doubts that he is not real.

At some point, a basketball appeared in "Qingfeng"'s hand, spinning rapidly on one finger, and a three-meter-high basketball hoop appeared behind him.

The only one who can beat me is myself.

The only one who can beat me is myself.

The only one who can beat me is myself.

"Qingfeng" kept repeating this sentence.

The three-dimensional loop played in Qingfeng's head like brainwashing, and his heart became more and more anxious. After he endured it to the limit, he yelled, "It's annoying, you bastard!!"

"Qingfeng" is a copy of Qingfeng, not only the body shape and appearance, but also the strength, speed, reflexes, intuition, and all physical abilities are exactly the same.

No matter how you run "Qingfeng", you can catch up, and no matter how you jump "Qingfeng", you can reach the same height.

Only oneself can defeat oneself, Qingfeng doubted this sentence for the first time.

Run, run, run.

not enough……

He has to get faster.

……

Witnessing the fierce attack and defense between the two through the mirror, Natsume was a little worried. The word "beating yourself" is easy to say, but it is not easy to really want to do it. What's more, Aomine is still in a blooming state. However, as long as he loses the game, Qingfeng should change back, but he has never lost a game, even if he is lazy in training, even if he has no energy, the generation of miracles is not an opponent that can be easily surpassed.

In the final analysis, it is just a lack of opponents of the same level and a hearty game.

Natsume seemed to understand Akashi's intentions.

Akashi didn't intend to watch the real and fake Aomine match, the result was all within his calculations, and the process was no longer that important, "Did you say what I asked you to tell Tetsuya before?"

"I took the opportunity to say, 'Heizi-kun can pass the ball to others accurately, why can't you think of it as passing the ball to the basket when you shoot'." Natsume nodded, repeating what he said at the time I repeat it again, but I don't understand why Akashi can be conveyed through his mouth when he can say it directly to himself.

Akashi's original words are not so straightforward, but it's enough to get the meaning.

Shadow can only exist on the back of light, if it appears in light, shadow will lose its effect.

He used to think this way all the time, but now he thinks that Heizi might be able to walk another way. It is boring enough to walk on the Kangzhuang Avenue all the time, and it is also a pleasure to walk on the unknown path with potholes occasionally.

Akashi walked to the basket full of basketballs, and lifted the top basketball with his hand, "Takashi, it's still early, I'll teach you how to shoot."

Natsume ran over when he heard the words, picked up a ball and stood inside the three-point line, looking at the people next to him seriously.

"You don't need to learn Daiki's indeterminate shooting, and you can't learn it. Start with the basics." Akashi slowed down and took a standard shooting posture.

Natsume imitated his movement, spreading her legs in a squat stance, then bending her knees.

Akashi only needs to take a look to know where his problem is, and correct it, "The shoulders are too stiff, don't be nervous, spread the elbows out moderately, use the left hand to stabilize the position, and use the right hand to exert force."

Without taking off, he just simply threw the ball. Such a big basketball didn't even touch the edge of the basket, and it fell from the exact center without any mistakes.

No matter how many times Natsume watched it, he found it pleasing to the eye.

Finding that Akashi turned his face to look at himself after the throw, Natsume hurriedly aimed at the ball frame and threw the ball according to the precautions Akashi said.

There was not even a bang when the ball hit the hoop, and the basketball fell from the air when it was still some distance from the basket.

"Sorry Akashi, I..."

Natsume was very ashamed, Akashi taught him for so long, he didn't learn anything, he couldn't even pass the ball well.

The following words were cut off by Akashi. Akashi didn't care about his failure just now. He picked up the ball for him and then helped him put it in a good position. He broke down the movements and taught him, "Although it is a standard Posture, but you don’t have to stick to the standard of movement, which varies from person to person and depends on the balance and stability of the individual.”

Akashi stuck close to his back, and he could smell the fragrance of the other's shampoo just by turning his head slightly.

It is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, noble, aloof, strong, but with a touch of indifference and inaccessibility.

Natsume shook off the messy thoughts in his head and concentrated on adjusting his posture.

Akashi noticed that he was temporarily distracted, and then he broke back and didn't say anything. He passed his hand under Natsume's armpit, grabbed his hand and continued, "Don't tense your fingers so tightly, relax, shoot the ball. Control the strength at the time, instead of pushing the ball directly, use the strength of the wrist and use your fingers flexibly. Before and after the throw, touch the ball with your fingers instead of your palm. The index finger of your right hand should be placed in the middle of the basketball, and the index finger of your left hand After aiming, release the ball, move the ball with the fingers of the right hand and swing the wrist, so that the ball goes around the fingers and enters the frame smoothly. Experienced people will quickly know the distance between themselves and the basket through a lot of training, and how much strength is needed What kind of arc can throw the ball in."

The voice was clearly in his ears, but there was a trance that was getting farther and farther away, Natsume stared blankly at Akashi's fingers covering the back of his hand.

So long and so thin...

The author has something to say: They are all people with colds, the kind who can’t get their number called, they thought they went early, but turned out to be a lot earlier than us, and they were delayed in the hospital for a long time π_π

Hurry up, hurry up, at least the update has been pushed out, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I will do two days of atomization [Ghost]

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