I really don’t want to play basketball

The training in the basketball club is a hot atmosphere.

Araki may not like basketball very much, but in terms of training, due to Masako Araki’s strict requirements and habits he has developed since childhood, there is no intention of relaxing the requirements at that time.

After such a two-day buffer, the members of the first year of the First Army became familiar with it.

“Toot—”

With the whistle, the coach clapped his hands on the sidelines, nodded and announced: “Very good, the performance of the first grade is good, take a break for a while.” ”

“Ah, I can finally rest~” Hearing the coach’s announcement, Araki was the first to put down the basketball in his hand, and then patted his arm.

“Eh~ Can you rest…” Atsushi Shihara made a face, and then walked towards the rest area.

Next to the training ground of the First Army were several chairs for people to rest, which was the welfare of the members of the First Army.

Atsushi Shihara first ran to the rest area and sat down, then followed by Hikoichi Araki, then Seijuro Akaji and others.

“Oh, it’s really exhausting~” Qingfeng Daiki complained, casually picked up a bottle of water, raised his head and gulped, “The intensity of training here is not at all the same level as when I was in elementary school!” ”

“Of course,” Seijuro Akaji on the side continued with an indifferent expression, “After all, it is a middle school in Tokyo that is famous for its basketball strength, and the training volume of regular players will naturally be much stronger than that of other schools. ”

“Oh, yes…”

And among the voices that everyone was talking about, there was a sudden sound of “Woola”.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound in unison, and saw Atsushi Ziyuan, a 186cm big boy, shrinking on a chair, holding a small black schoolbag in his arms, and he was holding a pack of delicious sticks in his hand, and the sound just now was the sound of Ziyuan opening the package of delicious sticks.

Looking at the snack in Atsushi Zihara’s hand, except for Seijuro Akaji and Shintaro Midorima, the other Daiki Aomine, Shogo Haizaki, and Hikoichi Araki all swallowed their saliva in unison.

After all, they have just received training with a large amount of exercise, so several people who see snacks are a little hungry, but in strict tutoring, Seijuro Akaji and Shintaro Midorima naturally do not act like asking for snacks.

As if sensing that someone was eyeing his snacks, Atsushi Shihara vigilantly stuffed the small school bag containing snacks into his arms, while pulling out a delicious stick from the bag and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Cluck~”

With the bite off of the snack, finally someone couldn’t help but start with the snack in Ziyuan Atsushi’s hand.

“Oh, it looks delicious… Then let me taste it too! Without any inquiry, an arm quickly struck from Atsushi Zihara’s side and grabbed the delicious stick in Atsushi Ziyuan’s hand.

The person who started it was naturally Shogo Haizaki, with a rampant smile at the corner of his mouth, and did not mean to ask Atsushi Shihara’s opinion at all, to put it bluntly, this is Ming Rob.

“Got it!” Looking at Atsushi Shihara, who seemed to have no reaction, and then at his palm that was getting closer and closer to the delicious bar, Shogo Haizaki thought proudly.

But in the next second, Atsushi Ziyuan’s originally lazy gaze suddenly solidified, and the originally lazy momentum instantly became cold, like a sleeping lion awakened by an unwitting intruder, roaring and revealing his sharp claws.

“Bang”

Shogo Haizaki’s palm was directly knocked away by Atsushi Shihara’s arm, Atsushi Shibara covered the snack bag in his arms with one hand, grabbed the delicious stick and retreated with the other, he glared coldly at Shogo Haizaki and said: “If you dare to move my snack, pinch you!” ”

Shogo Haizaki’s expression froze, but then he put on a look of indifference.

Although other people’s things are very tempting, in order to grab a delicious stick to fight with Atsushi Shihara, looking at Atsushi Shihara’s height and strength of 186cm, Shogo Haizaki feels that he has lost a lot no matter how he looks at it.

He’s just a bad guy, and he’s not an idiot, so there’s no need to pay a bigger price for this thing.

“Cut, did you actually react~” He did not apologize in the slightest, but leaned on the chair and raised his hand to tidy up his hairstyle, “But such a thing, I have no interest in doing it a second time~”

“Hmph!” Ziyuan Dun snorted coldly, and then the amazing momentum on his face gradually dissipated, and soon, his eyes scattered again.

“But anyway, you just wanted to grab Ziyuan’s snacks, Haizaki?” Shintaro Midorima, who had always looked cold, suddenly spoke, “Should you apologize to him?” ”

“Apologize?” Shogo Haizaki glared at Shintaro Midorima who spoke unpleasantly, “You four-eyed popped out…”

What a nosy….

Shogo Haizaki, who originally wanted to say this, saw the expression of Seijuro Akaji, who had been sitting on the side, and smiled gently, as always, but it made Shogo Haizaki shudder inexplicably.

Dangerous guys!

Shogo Haizaki defines Seijuro Akaji.

“Che, it’s really not the same as you guys.” Shogo Haizaki paused, decisively changed his words, stood up, and staggered towards the other side of the court.

“What a bastard!” Shintaro Midorima also whispered in dissatisfaction that his family has always attached importance to etiquette education, so in the face of a guy like Shogo Haizaki who interprets the word “rude” in every move, he really can’t stay with him.

However, with the departure of Shogo Haizaki, the atmosphere was temporarily harmonious again.

Ziyuan Atsushi continued to work his snacks, and after what happened just now, others naturally no longer showed interest in Ziyuan Atsushi’s snacks.

However, there is one exception.

Araki Hikoichi was looking enviously at Atsushi Shihara who was eating “clucking” with a delicious stick, and the desire in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Atsushi Shihara also noticed the expression of Hikoichi Araki sitting next to him, but in the face of the desire of the equally natural Atsushiko Araki, Atsushi Zihara turned sideways in the opposite direction to Hikoichi Araki.

“It won’t be given to you.”

“Hmm…” Atsushi Shihara’s firm refusal made Araki bow his head in disappointment, he pouted without concealing his loss, and then pitifully bit the mouth of the water bottle.

Atsushi Shihara, who had turned his face sideways, suddenly looked back again, but he was slightly stunned when he looked at Araki Hikoichi’s pitiful appearance.

This guy… How do you look like a child than I do!

Ah, no!

I, Atsushi Ziyuan, am not a child’s temper!