[Black Blue] I'm sorry, I love you

After the national competition, Seong Rin and Xiu De stood on the court again. Compared with the national competition, both sides clearly felt the growth of each other.

Stretching out his hand to push his glasses, Midorima looked at the two people who walked in together from the opposite side, his eyes narrowed slightly, something flashed quickly in his eyes, and then he lowered his eyes, looking intently at the lucky thing in his hand, the little brown bear And the light blue pendant hanging around the neck of the little brown bear.

Seemingly feeling the sight from here, Heizi looked over from a distance, looked at Midorima who was hanging his head down and didn't know what he was thinking, turned his gaze back, and walked towards his team.

Everything has been paved, all he wants is to wait for the final outcome, no matter good or bad!

The fingers slowly curled up and clenched, the white skin was almost transparent, as if it would disappear at any moment.

I always feel that Xiao Heizi seems to be getting farther and farther away from him...

Kise in the stands scratched his hair irritably, trying to hide the inexplicable panic in his heart.

Why do I always feel that some things are getting out of control?

A whistle sounded, and the game officially started, which also heralded... the official start of the betting game between Heizi and Miracles.

After a summer of intensive training, both Cheng Rin and Xiu De are like a long-hungry beast, and the other party is their locked prey!

At the beginning of the game, the two sides have entered a high-speed tug-of-war.

If, say, the person you've been wanting to look at suddenly disappeared from your eyes, how would you react?

Others Midorima didn't know, but the moment Kuroko disappeared from his eyes, the whole world seemed to suddenly quiet down, and only himself was left in the empty basketball court, just like those years when he never met him many years ago Here, a person walks alone, the only thing that accompany him is different kinds of lucky objects every day, as if this can drive away the loneliness from the bottom of his heart.

How can it be?

How can you disappear like this? People in the dark will never yearn for sunshine, but once exposed to sunlight, how can they be willing to face countless darkness again?

As if he had figured something out suddenly, there was less paranoia in Midorima's eyes, and more relief.