Be a heartthrob in Slam Dunk

Chie looked worriedly at the boy who helped her, hoping that he would respond, but his smooth and flowing shawl hair blocked part of his face, making it impossible to see his whole face.

The long-haired boy ignored Chie, and he didn't even look at her. He sat in the corner of the alley, exuding a gloomy aura, which made Chie hesitate, not knowing how to communicate with him.

However, Chie remembered that he had been injured just now because he desperately tried to help her, and felt that he must let him take care of the wound.

So, she thought that it would be better to get to know each other first, maybe she could shorten the distance between the two parties.

"I am Chie Sugiyama, a first-year student at Shohoku High School. Could you please let me get to know you, my benefactor?" Chie deliberately spoke to him in a relaxed tone, hoping to make the other person more relaxed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy's pupils suddenly dilated and he stared at Chie with a shocked and puzzled expression. This made Chie once again not sure how to communicate with him.

After a while, a clear and deep voice sounded in Chie's ears: "Mitsui Hisashi."

Chie's heart immediately relaxed, "It's a little late today, and I don't know if there are any doctors in the hospital's outpatient clinic. Why don't you go to my house to disinfect and bandage the wound first. My skills are pretty good."

"Let's go, I'll pull you up." Chie said as she pulled Mitsui and walked home.

Mitsui Shou's mind was in a state of confusion. When we met again, it was actually in such an embarrassing scene and in such an embarrassing position.

What's even more embarrassing is that he tried his best to dodge, not wanting her to recognize him, but she didn't seem to recognize him at all. He seemed so strange to her. Mitsui's mood at the moment didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

In this way, Chie was dragged home in a daze. Two years later, he saw the familiar yard and familiar basketball stand again, and inexplicable sadness and anger filled his heart. Past events came to mind one by one, shattering his proud self-esteem.

Chie Sugiyama in Hisashi Mitsui's memory said to him with a naive look on his face: "Mitsui-senpai, your three-pointer was so wonderful!"

"Mitsui-senpai, on the day of the finals, my dad came with me to watch your game."

"Mitsui-senpai, I really like your spiritual power. Please allow me to follow in your footsteps!"

"We have only been in the same junior high school for a year, and we have to be separated again. I feel so reluctant to leave!"

"Mitsui-senpai, may I ask, which university are you going to?"

In my memory, I am proud of my talent and absolute leadership of the team; I have absolute confidence and a cheerful and sunny personality; I have a healthy body and uninjured knees.

At that time, I was needed, trusted, and cared for, and I didn't have much time to think about things other than basketball. I was surrounded by the little girl's admiration, but she was too young.

But now he only has an empty body and a corrupted heart. Looking at the girl next to him who has become more and more beautiful and elegant, Mitsui Shou feels that he has sunk into the dust.

"Which university does Mitsui-senpai attend?" A gentle tone sounded in his ears.

Mitsui Shou felt more and more strange that she couldn't remember his appearance, so why did it feel like she heard his name for the first time? He decided to play around with it.

"You used to be from Wushi Junior High School."

"Hey, how do you know, Mitsui-senpai? Are you also from Takeshi?" Chie asked in surprise, "Did you know me in the past?"

Mitsui Shou nodded.

"Sorry, I had a car accident during the summer vacation after graduating from junior high school. I can't even remember what happened in the past."

"What about Coach Sugiyama and your mother?" Mitsui asked anxiously.

"Died because of that car accident."

"How could...I'm sorry."

"It's in the past, just work harder to face the future."

"I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance again. It's so nice." Chie sighed happily.

Chie realized that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, and the top priority was to get Hisashi Mitsui to quickly disinfect and stop the bleeding: "Mitsui-senpai, sit down and I will help you treat the wound."

Chie first disinfected the wound on Mitsui Hisashi's arm with iodophor, then cut off gauze and tape to wrap it up, and the wound on his arm was treated in a while.

The small wound on his face was stuck by Mitsui's hair. Chie carefully opened his hair, took off the rubber band from his own hair, went around his back, and gently tied up his hair.

A few scattered strands of hair gently spread around Mitsui's ears, stirring his earlobes and stirring his sensitive heart, making the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose even stronger.

"Hiss..." I don't know if it's because it involves a wound, or it touches the chord of pain in my heart.

"Ah! I'm sorry, it hurts a lot. Let me blow it for you." The gentle blow from her mouth made Mitsui feel the itching and pain in her heart invade more fiercely, but she did not dare to make any more noise. That’s fine, let those who missed it miss it.

"Senior, it's okay!" Chie finished all the wound treatment in a few minutes, but Mitsui felt that centuries had passed.

"Gu..." Chie's stomach protested, "Hey, it's so late, my stomach is protesting!"

"Senior, please stay and eat! I feel so sorry for getting you hurt! My cooking skills are pretty good."

Mitsui came back from his thoughts: "Oh, that's sorry!"

Half an hour later, Chie made four light side dishes and steamed some rice. Then, the two of them finished their dinner quietly.

"It may be a bit presumptuous to say this. I always feel that the senior has a lot of things on his mind."

"Senior's original personality shouldn't be the type that doesn't like to talk, right?"

"Senior, you might as well let yourself go, don't be too depressed, do whatever you want, and try if you want. Just like my athletic ability is very poor, but I want to learn to shoot, so I learn it, and I'm not afraid of my friends laughing. As a result, many You learn it with practice.”

"So, can I come back if I miss it?" Mitsui whispered, as if he was asking himself or Chie.

“How do you know it’s not possible if you don’t try?!”

"Senior, what was I like before?"

"She's probably a very cute girl. I feel different from you now. Sorry!" When Mitsui was in junior high school, his mind was all about basketball, so how could he bother to understand the girls around him.

"What a pity! It seems that the senior doesn't know me very well. He really wants to learn about me in the past from people who knew me."

"Senior, let's go out to the yard and do some exercise." As he said that, he pulled Mitsui Hisashi to the basketball stand in the yard.

Chie picked up a basketball from the ground and passed it to Mitsui Hisashi's hands. Mitsui's instinctive reaction prompted him to shoot the ball as soon as he caught the basketball, and it hit the net with a "bushi" sound. Chie praised: "What a beautiful move!"

Mitsui stared at his hands, unable to believe that it had been two years since he touched the ball, and his instinctive reaction was still so strong. Sure enough, basketball has penetrated Mitsui's blood and bones and is difficult to separate.

All the resistance, collapse and hysteria against basketball seemed so ridiculous in the face of unthinking immediate reactions, and the heart that wanted to be separated from basketball gradually collapsed.

At this moment, Chie passed the ball to Mitsui again, "Senior, you should shoot more with such a graceful posture. It is even more graceful than the shooting posture of Rukawa Kaede, the ace of our school's basketball club."

After Mitsui caught the ball, he ran out of the three-point line and shot again. He shot like this many times, and then countless times. He seemed to be taking revenge for his two years of blank time.

Chie, on the other hand, acts as a loyal, unstinting spectator and a never-ending passer of the ball.

Finally, after ten o'clock, Chie felt sleepy and had to say goodbye to Mitsui.

Chie's parting words were still praising: "Senior, your talent is amazing! Your shooting percentage is ridiculously high. If you were in our school, we would definitely enter the national competition this year!"

"By the way, don't forget to go to the hospital tomorrow to get tetanus."