"Brush"

The crisp sound of a basketball entering the net sounded.

"Hey, hey, I've lost again, don't fight, don't fight, rest for a while."

"If you want to lose the bet, I'll buy a hot drink, what do you drink?"

"Okay, thank you Yamato-senpai, help me bring a can of coffee, I'll practice for a while."

"Haneda, don't you drink sports drinks?"

"Hot sports drinks are too bad to drink"

"Brush" "Brush"

Because it was still winter, the weather was a little gloomy, and it was an open-air basketball court, so Hikaru Haneda, who was dressed in thin clothes, did not stop exercising like everyone else, but maintained the temperature of his body by running back and forth and dribbling, as well as the heat generated by shooting and jumping.

On the sidelines, several young men who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing white shirts and black coats, sat on the cold concrete floor and joked.

"I really don't know how that kid from Haneda practiced, although he was already very good when he first came, but there are still more or less mutual wins and losses, and it's really hard to win a game now."

"Murakami, you don't seem to have won since the summer vacation, right?"

"Who said that! Lao Tzu also drank the victory special drink last month! ”

"Oh! That time, I remember, you seem to have won with Haneda. At that time, in order to be in a group with Haneda, he deliberately cheated. ”

"Yikes! Accidentally got the truth. ”

"Mito Department! See if I don't kill you! ”

"Hahaha, haha"

The people around laughed when they heard the truth, and even Hikaru Haneda, who was practicing on the side, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Toot toot! Here comes the hot drink! Come, it's yours, Mito's..."

"Haneda, Yamato is back, come over for a drink"

"Okay, here"

Hikaru Haneda threw a shot from the three-point line, didn't look at it, turned around and ran towards the place where everyone was gathered.

"Brush"

Basketball is still in the net.

"Ahh

"By the way, Haneda is from Umezawa Middle School, right?" Yamato, who went to buy a drink, suddenly asked Hikaru Haneda.

"Well, yes, what's the problem? Yamato seniors. Hikaru Haneda replied after taking a sip of hot coffee.

"When I went to buy a hot drink, I heard that there was a junior high school competition going on in the small restaurant next door, and there was a team from your school! Don't you want to check it out? ”

"I don't know, I think I've heard Hasegawa talk about it, so it turns out that the game is today! But if you have one ambition, you should be able to win, and I'll go and cheer him up in the final. Haneda Hikaru didn't know the truth, and thought it was just an island country in an ordinary time and space, and of course he was full of confidence in his friend's strength.

"Hasegawa, that kid, it looks like he hasn't come to play with us for a long time, but with that kid here, it shouldn't be a problem if he doesn't meet any strong teams." Murakami, who has always been grinning, also interjected.

"There's no way around it, Yizhi is the president of the basketball club, and if he still runs around, he can't say it."

"It's really fast, Haneda is about to graduate too, how about it, do you want to come to our school in high school? With us joining forces, we will dominate the whole of Yokohama, and no, the whole of Kanagawa! ”

"Wow! Invite Haneda to your school, Murakami, are you serious? ”

"Of course it's true! How? Are you not convinced? ”

"No, no, I'm just worried that if Haneda goes to your school, Haneda also plays forward, Murakami, you can't play center, and you can't dribble as a defender, it looks like your starting position is not guaranteed."

"Mito Department! You're deliberately finding fault today, right, see if I don't kill you! ”

"Alas, these two men..."

Everyone looked at Murakami and Mito, who had been lifting each other's bars since their first year of high school, and they all sighed in unison and shook their heads to show that they didn't understand.

The good old man Yamato glanced at Hikaru Haneda, who didn't know what he was thinking, and he also had mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't say whether he was envious or jealous. For Yamato, who is very average in basketball, Haneda has always been like a tree that is constantly rising. At first, although I was surprised that a junior high school student dared to come and play with a group of high school students, not too many people took it seriously. At that time, Hikaru Haneda was still young after all, and even if he had outstanding skills, he could still be eaten physically, but as Haneda continued to grow older, his height became taller and stronger. Not to mention that they are still in high school, even many adults still don't have much physical benefit.

Like a tree, taller and bigger. Even in a country like Japan, where age is respected, Hikaru Haneda can enjoy the top treatment near this stadium, which is a heartfelt respect for the strong. For Hikaru Haneda, although he does not have the reputation of participating in the junior high school competition, no matter which university, even if it is a team like Hainan or Xiangyang, as long as he has seen Haneda play, he will have a place. You can get qualified to play in the first grade, and I haven't heard of a few people in Kanagawa in the whole of it.

The most important thing is that he is not even a high school student!

Thinking of this, Yamato drank all the hot drinks in his hand in one go, feeling the heat in his chest, he was afraid that he was born a little introverted and would not be able to speak again when this breath was cold.

"Now, Haneda-kun"

"Huh?! Are you calling me!? What's wrong with Yamato seniors? Haneda Hikaru was still a little uncomfortable with the senior next to him, who was 3 years older than him, suddenly calling himself a little uncomfortable.

"Well, I heard that Murakami made it to the quarterfinals in the summer!"

"Yes, Murakami's seniors bragged for a long time at the time, saying that if it weren't for the last ball Hainan has been dragging its feet, they would still have a chance to turn defeat into victory."

"Well, I don't know if there's a chance, Murakami is also in the third grade this year" Feeling the loss of heat in his chest, Yamato's voice is getting lower and lower, and the last sentence I don't know if I'm talking about my friend Murakami, or myself, although I'm at the bottom here, but he's also a member of a top eight team in the county!

“……”

Hikaru Haneda didn't know how to speak, even though sixteen years had passed, and he had been born in the Celestial Empire in his previous life, he still couldn't quite understand the unremitting efforts made by the island nation to achieve a national championship. All along, Haneda's thinking was still stuck in studying hard, getting into a good university, getting a good job, trying to earn enough money for himself and his parents to support before the Japanese economic recession, and then immigrate back to the state of the Celestial Empire. Maybe there were too many geniuses in the Celestial Empire in the previous life, and they couldn't take their turn, Haneda Hikaru thought to himself.

"It's going to snow, go back!"

"Ah——, the weather was fine when I came."

"Then I'll go first, and I'll catch the train back, hoping the snow will fall slowly"

"Bye-bye"

"Be careful on the road!"

"Don't forget to call me next time—"

I don't know when, a light snow began to fall in the sky, and everyone said goodbye to each other and left.

"Haneda, aren't you going back?"

"It's all here, I'll go watch the game and then go."

"Then let's go first!"

Haneda, who said goodbye to everyone, put on his coat and walked towards the basketball hall with a basketball in his hand, silently hoping that the game was almost over. The reason why this idea came about was because Haneda went to watch the first game of the junior high league at the invitation of Hasegawa, but I don't know if it was the organizer's brain draw or the real dishes of the two teams. The whole game was like watching the two teams peck each other at the king level, full of slots, and Haneda left with an excuse after watching the first game.

Haneda was greeted by a group of elated spectators, and the chatter along the way was as if they had just watched an American blockbuster, making Haneda feel a little confused. Clams? What's the situation? Is the current audience satisfied with such a low bottom line?

"The shooter in Wushi is really accurate, he shot several three-pointers all over the court, and his shooting action is good standard..."

"It's, it's just, it's a handsome shot..."

"The fourth in Takeshi Country..."

"You don't know yet, do you? It's called Mitsui Shou..."

"Wow, high school..."

“…… Mitsui-san......"

In the face of such an army, Hikaru Haneda could only stand on the side with the ball and wait for the spectators to leave first.

I really didn't expect Hasegawa to lose, it sounds like a miserable loss, Mitsui? How do I feel that this name is very familiar, where did I hear it, why can't I remember it?

Haneda, who hasn't seen a slam dunk in almost 30 years in his two lives, just feels that the name Mitsui Shou is very familiar, and he doesn't think too much, after all, Mitsui is also a big surname in Japan, and Haneda, who has been living in Japan for 16 years, said that he has been immune to the surname Mitsui.

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