Akashi of Saiki Kusuo

Akashi was somewhat absent-minded because his mother's gift was left behind in Saiki Street.

When I put down the violin and walked out of the music room, it was just as the sun was setting and the evening wind was blowing, bringing a slight chill.Nodding slightly to the butler in uniform behind him, the butler understood and went to get the coat.

…Whether it’s music, horsemanship, or basketball, it’s all part of aristocratic self-cultivation and self-improvement.Akashi thought, no, no, it's still a little different after all.Basketball, it represents the warmth and freedom that childhood was given, but later, it became a new source of pressure.Akashi raised his hand and gently pressed his left eye.

The moment he raised his head, he suddenly saw the mist emerging from the end of the stairs, and faintly heard the children's laughter in the mist.Akashi stopped in surprise.

Suddenly a child appeared at the end of the stairs, like a shadow, a ghost, running briskly, chasing something.Comely face, inorganic eyes.Ghost doll Hanako?

No, it was my young self, the one whose mother was still alive, and who would laugh out loud.

Akashi immediately chased after him, but was held tightly by the butler the moment he touched it. "Master?"

Akashi regained consciousness and found himself leaning on the carved white marble railing.The night wind howled past, making people feel cold all over.

"Master," the housekeeper put on his coat, "If you want to enjoy the night, I will put black tea and snacks on the balcony."

"No, no need..." Akashi turned around indifferently, cold sweat dripping down his back.

The relationship between Akashi Seishomi and his son has never been considered close, so when he heard the knock on the door and the call of "Father" in the study, he was somewhat surprised.Apart from the time of having dinner together, will Seijuro communicate with his elder at other times?

"Come in." His voice was very steady, and the unexpected emotion was hidden deep inside.Akashi Seijuro bowed to his father and sat down on the sofa: "Father, I have a question that needs your help. About my mother."

Akashi Masomi put down the document in his hand, noticed the hesitation in his son's brow, he tapped lightly on the table, "Your mother passed away suddenly."

In order to prevent him from being too obsessed with the pain of losing his mother, he arranged more learning content for him.Although it is not a good method, it is still useful to some extent.I'm such a clumsy father.Akashi Masomi sighed.

However, what surprised and pleased him was that Seijuro never refused, never pleaded, and would not even rely on his young age and appearance to act like a baby.He received a comprehensive elite education that even adults can hardly imagine.

"I saw someone recently, and I just saw..." Akashi pondered his vocabulary: "I feel like I should have a brother or sister. Father and mother, have you ever had other children?"

Akashi Masomi was surprised, and then his face became very serious. "Seijuro, are you lonely?"

"Huh? Father."

"The strong will inevitably suffer from loneliness, but this kind of loneliness and the feeling of seeking spiritual sustenance can only be felt by the weak. Seijuro, many times people's troubles are that they think too much and have too much leisure. As the only son of the Akashi family You should not have the extra energy to pursue such vain and absurd questions."

Just like basketball back then, he found the same feeling in Qi Mu.He is very strong, but Qi Mu gave him a completely different kind of spiritual joy and comfort from victory.It would be nice if Saiki was my family.Akashi had such an idea.

He silently clenched his fists, and in just a moment, he returned to his gentle and polite appearance.He stood up and said, "Yes, father. I'm so sorry. There won't be any more in the future."

Seeing his son's back disappear, Akashi Masomi sighed softly, ten years later he was still the same clumsy.

Thinking of this, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, hey, really, as a father to know about his son, he still has to be sneaky.

After a while, he put down his phone again, and took out a book called "Deciphering the Psychology of Adolescents" from the interlayer of the bookshelf. When he felt lonely, the next step was to find a girlfriend, or a bunch of male (sexual) friends... …

Yeah, I always feel like things are going to get worse.Sure enough, it would be better to keep him busy...

Akashi quickly realized the consequences of asking his father such a question.When he closed the pen and sorted out the chaebol's information, he gently rubbed his temples. Even if he was as capable and efficient as him, he still felt the feeling of being incapacitated.

Thanks to this situation, he has no time to worry about his mother's basketball. After all, the brat who will throw himself into the river will do something to my basketball, such as graffiti, such as... Forget it, Don't think about it anymore, Akashi felt his brain hurt again.

On that day, he did training with everyone, and observed and recorded everyone's data.Not showing any lack of energy.

In the match against Seirin in the Winter Cup, under his leadership, everyone felt like a zone, and their respective breakthroughs are just around the corner, and the tacit understanding of teamwork requires thousands of trials and adjustments to achieve.

Akashi, who was in control of the audience, was about to pass the ball to Kotaro, when he suddenly heard a ticking sound in his ear. Is it sweat?No, no, the liquid that fell on his cheeks had the coldness of his skin, Akashi looked up in surprise, and saw a black-haired and white-clothed... Sadako lying on the railing of the basketball court?

As soon as his hand softened, the direction of the basketball was deflected, and Kotaro took a step forward before catching it. The poor touch made his eyes widen. "Akashi?"

"Xiao Zheng!" Sister Ling Yang ran past him, reminding him to return to defense.Kotaro is not in the best position and misses the shot.Akashi suddenly woke up, he hurried over, intercepted the basketball, and slammed it at the female ghost on the iron frame.

Bang!A loud bang echoed across the field.The coach blew his whistle.Luoshan's team members all surrounded him.

"Akashi, you will have a lot of work as a student. I heard that you will have to attend the finance class of Akashi's family when you go home, but I still hope that you can adjust your state as soon as possible." The supervisor said.

Akashi suddenly grabbed Sister Lingyang's arm: "Shibuchi? Have you noticed anything strange?"

When everyone heard this, they all followed Akashi's line of sight.However, it was the iron blue frame as always. "Is there anything there?"

Akashi was surprised: "You didn't even notice? There, no, it's not there..."

There is a good-looking...ghost on the basket?Her eyes were on herself.Akashi once again felt the chill spreading all over his body.

"Xiao Zheng, your hands are very cold. If you don't feel well, you should rest first."

Akashi tapped his forehead lightly, could it be that I am really hallucinating? "Sorry, everyone, please allow me to take a step forward today." It was the first time he left early in the department.

And he was actually not that willing to leave, he always felt that hell or something, it was safer to stay in a crowded place.Akashi pushed open the door of the lounge, ready to simply take a shower, change his clothes, and go home early today.

In a wealthy school like Luoshan, the condition of the lounge is also very good. There are lights on the roof, the sun outside the window, and the surroundings are bright, which made Akashi slightly relieved.The water from the shower fell from the top of the head, clearing away the sticky feeling of sweat, and the youth's skin was radiant and moist in the mist.However, the supernatural thing happened again, bloodstains suddenly appeared near the floor drain under the shower.

Startled, Akashi raised his head again, and a human face flashed past on the light stand.He rushed out wrapped in a bathrobe immediately, leaving a string of wet footprints.

"Minister, Minister?" The girl who was a volunteer for the basketball club was startled, and then her face turned slightly red. "Such Akashi-sama..."

Awful!It really sucks!Akashi rushed out of the basketball court, quickly rushed up to the roof, and stood under the sun again, feeling relieved.The cold feeling all over his body dissipated, the sun fell warmly on his body, Akashi leaned on the railing and panted slightly, his red hair dripped wetly on his forehead, and the water drops fell into his collarbone.

Do you want to ask that magic stick in Midori again?Well, forget it. "I met a female ghost." Such a statement will only make people feel that their brains are flooded.And according to Midorima's thinking, he who can give the answer of "find the princess to kiss and touch the curse", I am afraid that he will also give the suggestion of "go to the shrine to find a shrine maiden to purify" this time.

Thinking like this, Akashi suddenly saw a boy with red hair and a strange hairpin walking towards the stadium along the avenue.Red hair glistens in the sun.Senior Saiki?

Akashi breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.A superhero appears.Although he doesn't want to admit it, he does feel that Saiki can solve all annoying dilemmas and handle all difficult troubles.This trust came inexplicably and vigorously.By the time Akashi realized it, it was already flooding.

Qi Mu strode forward, his expression still indifferent.Ah, that's right, superheroes are here to rescue the princess who is haunted by demons.

Niao Shu raised his hand suddenly: "Master, look, the red team has already washed themselves."

Qi Mu: ... perverted