"It's hot!"

Even if he has an athletic physique, Huang Xiaoxie is enough to run 10,000 meters under the sun, and he feels a lot better by aiming the upward-twisting faucet at his face and letting the tap water shoot it directly.

"It's worthy of being a special student, like a monster! Lin, do you have a club you want to join? Nishimura Soichi stood behind Huang Xiaoxie with a big grin, commenting on his head.

"Monsters?"

It's not Naruto Uzumaki, Huang Xiaoye didn't have any prejudices against the two words, turned off the faucet, and shook his head.

"A lot of people in this school can do it, and so can the teachers."

"Yes! But the teacher wasn't that great at your age, haha! ”

With a hearty laugh and a decent countenance, if you ignore his beastly figure, Soichi Nishimura is a person who can easily be approached.

Huang Xiaoxie looked at him and asked, "Is there any purpose for the school to be so active in promoting everyone to participate in the club?" Teacher. ”

Nishimura put away his smile and became serious, "There are many reasons, but if you want to succeed, the more people you have, the better, and I don't need to say more about the reason that everyone has a lot of power when they are united."

And ......"

Nishimura paused, a fatherly smile on his face, and looked at the men and women slumped on the playground.

"The best way to heal the wound is to bear it with everyone."

"Heal the wound ......"

Huang Xiaoxie's eyes froze, obviously lost in thought, Nishimura Zong smiled and turned to leave.

Wounds? didn't come, Huang Xiaoxie remembered the five unlucky girls such as Mikugawa Peony, and then shook his head fiercely. Although it is a little moldy, several girls must have been accustomed to this kind of turbulent daily life, and it is not a wound.

So...... Lihua ...... Angel Beats……

To sum up, "Angel Beats!" is ostensibly a story of a group of boys and girls who died young for various reasons and feel that their fate is unfair and fight against gods and angels, but in fact it is a story of redemption by gods and angels.

The god in the story, the creator of this world, never appears, and the angel is the main redeemer, that is, the student president.

In line with "healing wounds", is this world that world?

Conjecture is formed, followed by verification. A card flashed in Huang Xiaoxie's hand, and a dark red long knife was printed on it.

Because it's the world after death, there is no longer the concept of death, as long as you give yourself a knife in the neck, you can confirm it. Shockingly, Huang Xiaoxie immediately gave up this shameful idea of taking a shortcut.

"Lin, Lin......"

With a weak voice like a milk cat, Gui Yanye looked at him with teary eyes, and asked for help.

"Is something wrong?"

The imaginary classmate who was unapproachable looked unexpectedly easy to speak, and Gui Yanye puffed up a little boldly, "Sudo-san, who had a conflict with the senior senior of the basketball club on the basketball court, ...... That ......"

Let me go and make a move? After all, he was born with a martial arts specialty, looking at the embarrassed girl with a look on her face, Huang Xiaoxie spoke.

"Where's the basketball court?"

"Ah...... Thanks, over here! ”

Without much effort, Huang Xiaoxie's empathy made Gui Yanye happy, and his white tender fingers immediately pointed to a building.

"Let's go!"

Sudo Key, because he was sitting in the back row, Huang Xiaoxie had a slight impression of a classmate, with short red hair and a taller figure among his peers, who could faintly keep up with himself in the early stage of long-distance running, and his physical fitness was very good.

The reason for the conflict, while trotting, Gui Yanye explained.

At the end of the long-distance run, Sudo and a few boys, who had taken a little rest, ran to the basketball court to play basketball, and it happened that several seniors were training, so they temporarily played a friendly game.

(As mentioned earlier, elite colleges and universities are club-first, so it is no problem for the seniors of the basketball club to come to the basketball court to train when they are in other classes)

As for why a good friendly match is gradually moving closer to a real PK, the news he got from Gui Yanye's mouth, Huang Xiaoxie's first thought was jealousy.

Sudo not only has a good physique, but also has a hand in basketball skills, and in the friendly match with the seniors, he suppressed the seniors, coupled with the praise and coaxing of several male classmates, Sudo became a proud existence in the eyes of the seniors, and was frequently targeted and maliciously fouled.

Then, Sudo, who had a hot temper, grabbed the collar of the senior who was blackmailing him, and the argument began.

"This is your attitude towards your seniors, you have a bad character and want to expect the basketball club to be qualified!"

"What are you talking about, it's obviously your ......"

"It was just a mistake!"

"You said you made a mistake!"

On the basketball court, Sudo grabbed a senior by the collar again.

"Let go of your dirty hands! Do you still want to hit someone! President Sakuragi said that hitting someone's hand on the basketball court is not qualified to touch a basketball again! ”

Several seniors stared at Sudo with fierce eyes, and one of them, a senior with a dirty face on his face, looked at Sudo with contempt.

The Yamato nation is a contradictory nation, respecting the predecessors and Keshang are good characters, and Sudo started beating people with the taboo of not respecting the predecessors, so several seniors seem to be domineering.

As everyone knows, verbal violence is also a type of violence, but people always prioritize it after physical injury, and it is generally overt violence that can be seen by the naked eye and preconceived.

"Sudo-san......"

Gui Yanye looked at the middle of the court without saying anything, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw Huang Xiaoxiao staring at a basketball, and slowly stepped forward to pick it up.

"Whew......"

With the force of his wrist, the basketball in Huang Xiaoxie's hand turned into a red line, and it hit the face of the green senior on his face.

"Be careful!"

The senior next to the blue-faced senior suddenly reacted and slapped the basketball away.

The dirty-faced senior was also taken aback, and then his face was full of anger.

"Who!"

"Ah...... Sorry, sorry, mistake! ”

With an embarrassed face, Huang Xiaoxie carefully picked up the basketball again like a novice, and apologized.

was almost hit in the face, and the angry green-faced senior asked again: "What are you doing?" ”

"Ahh......h I heard that there is a basketball game, but it should not be over yet! It just so happens that I also like basketball, and I am in class C in the first year, and if someone is tired, change me. Huang Xiaoxie squinted his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"Year C class, do you want to give your classmates a head-on?" The dirty-faced senior said in a tone that I had seen through.

"Do you want to escape?"

Huang Xiaoxie's slightly narrowed eyes really opened, and the smile just now was retracted, glowing with coldness. The scene suddenly quieted, and Gui Yanye wanted to cry without tears, and said that he would settle the dispute and support the scene.

"What did you say!"

Chi Guoguo's provocation made the seniors collectively angry.

"The game isn't over yet, do the seniors want to escape?"

The red basketball began to spin on Huang Xiaoxie's slender middle finger, and he repeated, full of sarcastic meaning.

Why is it a neon tradition?

Because, they worship the strong and long for the strong to lead.

Let's go with the customs!

Huang Xiaoxie was quite excited to think that the blood about basketball made his heart beat faster.