Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

Fukuzawa Sakura walked into the training hall of the three armies. There were a few people training scattered in the basketball court, but more people were chatting on the edge of the hall in sportswear.

When the people in the venue saw a stranger walk in, they all looked at Fukuzawa Sakura and whispered to each other.

"Hey, who is this pretty girl? Is she some brat's girlfriend?"

"I heard there's a beautiful transfer student in Class C of Grade 9. Is this the one? She's really a beauty~"

"A senior in the third year of junior high school? Do you want to join the basketball club?"

"If you want to join the basketball club, you should report to the first army as a manager. Why are you in the training hall of the third army?"

...

Nakamura stood at the three-point line and shot the ball towards the basket, watching the basketball fly out of his hands in a parabola. Just like the hundreds of shots before, it still passed the basket perfectly. He sighed, raised his head, and then noticed the situation around him.

Nakamura saw Fukuzawa Sakura standing at the door and looking around. He hesitated for a moment, but finally walked forward, scratched his head, and said to Fukuzawa Sakura shyly:

"Hello, Fukuzawa-san. I'm Nakamura. You helped me out in math class today. Do you remember me?"

Nakamura felt relieved when he saw Fukuzawa Sakura nodded.

"Thank you so much for helping me in math class today. If it weren't for you, I would have been scolded. But Fukuzawa-san is really amazing. He can answer the teacher's questions no matter what class it is."

Fukuzawa Sakura ignored Nakamura's "praise" and went straight to the point.

"I want to join... the basketball team... to whom should I give the registration form?"

"Ah, just give it to the coach. The coach's office is over there."

Nakamura pointed to a room not far away.

"I'll take you there."

Fukuzawa Sakura shook her head.

"You...just continue practicing...I can go...by myself."

Nakamura was a little embarrassed after being rejected by Fukuzawa Sakura. He nodded and watched Fukuzawa Sakura walk into the coach's office. Suddenly, someone jumped on him.

"Hey, Nakamura, when did you become so close to the transfer student? I can't tell, kid!"

"No, I just wanted to thank her for helping me in math class today. Besides, didn't she just reject me?"

"What? Do you think it's a pity to be rejected? Don't think about it. We are just the lowest class of the three armies. Fukuzawa-san is so cute. No matter how bad his eyesight is, he will not make friends with ordinary people like us. At most, he will just respond to you politely. Just like that Huang Lai back then, he seemed to be nice to everyone, but in fact, he would only get close to people he approved of."

Nakamura did not respond to his friend's negative words, but just kept looking in the direction of the coach's office.

"Uu——"

The assembly whistle sounded, and the coaches of the three armed forces stood in front of the team to arrange today's training.

Fukuzawa Sakura was standing on the far left of the team wearing a sports suit, her long bright yellow hair tied into a ponytail, and a snowflake brooch on her chest.

Fukuzawa Sakura's sensitive ears naturally heard the people around her whispering about her appearance in the team and her clothes, and from time to time various eyes fell on her.

But Fukuzawa Sakura ignored the commotion she caused and listened to the coach's arrangements seriously.

"...After the training, we will have group competitions. That's it. Okay, stop chatting and save your energy for training. Now let's start the first event, which is 10 laps around the field."

After hearing the coach's order, the team began to move slowly. Fukuzawa Sakura followed the team and imitated the people around her to complete one training after another.

"Ha...ha...Fukuzawa-san...I didn't realize...ha...you have such good stamina...ha..."

After completing the last training, Nakamura sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. He looked up and saw Fukuzawa Sakura standing beside him. She was breathing normally and didn't look like she had just finished more than an hour of devilish physical training.

Fukuzawa Sakura looked at the sweat on Nakamura's face, covered her nose with some disgust, and took a few steps back.

"You stink..."

Nakamura KO

Nakamura, who was being despised, felt like he was shot in the heart, and weakly apologized to Fukuzawa Sakura:

"I'm sorry, Fukuzawa-san, you must be sweating a lot and it must smell bad. I'll stay away from you, wuwuwu..."

When Fukuzawa Sakura heard Nakamura's apology, she was about to comfort him, saying that she had a high patience and could endure it. But Nakamura, who was gasping for breath from exhaustion just now, suddenly got up and ran away, covering his face with his hands, crying.

"Being disliked for smelling bad actually hit him so hard!?"

This was the first time Fukuzawa Sakura witnessed how sensitive adolescent boys were.

"Tomorrow when he's not sweating anymore, you should compliment him on how nice he smells..."

Fukuzawa Sakura, who thought she was very considerate, silently put "complimenting the other person's scent" on her schedule for the next day.

While everyone looked exhausted after finishing training, the abnormality of Fukuzawa Sakura, in which even the wrinkles on her clothes remained the same as before the training started, naturally caught the attention of the three-army coach.

But the coach of the three armies did not say anything. In the final group match, he teamed up Fukuzawa Sakura and the four weakest players in the three armies to fight against the five strongest players in the three armies who had the greatest hope of entering the second army.

"That old man is crazy! He actually asked us to play against those five people. How can we win? We don't even have the experience of a match... Hmm? Nakamura, what are you looking at? Ah, why is Fukuzawa still reading? I know she is good at studying, but there is no need for her to be so conspicuous..."

"The book in Fukuzawa's hand doesn't seem to be a textbook..."

"Ah? What is that?"

"It seems to be - "Basketball Practice - An introductory basketball book for children aged 5-7."

"??? Could it be that Fukuzawa-san has never played basketball? Wasn't he very good at passing and dribbling during training just now..."

"Maybe worse... When I saw her training, she was always observing the surroundings. She might be learning on the spot. I think she might not even watch a basketball game, otherwise she wouldn't read this kind of book..."

"It's over, it's over, Nakamura, just go out there and surrender now!"

"Don't give up. We are the worst among the three armies anyway. As long as we don't get shut out by the opponent, we will win!"

"Nakamura, you're really optimistic. But you're right. This is already the worst. It can't get any worse than it is now! Come on! One point means victory!"

"Uu——"

The whistle blew and the game officially began.