[Liuhua Tongren] I really want to say I love you loudly

Asai General Hospital is located on the mountainside near the coast of Shonan. It is a hospital with a sea view.

The fees are not high, and the medical facilities are sound, which can be afforded by a high school student.

Except for the lack of a basketball court and the occasional seagulls that would fall to the window and steal the breakfast bread, this place is already considered a paradise for Sakuragi Hanamichi.

Maybe the sick meal in the hospital is far inferior to the student cafeteria in the school, but at least it won't make people hungry.In any case, it can still meet Sakuragi's modest needs.

"Hey, this road is so wide! Why do you have to stop this genius?!" Sakuragi yelled dissatisfiedly in front of Rukawa, gesticulating the width of the hospital corridor with both arms.

"..." Rukawa glanced at Sakuragi blankly, Rukawa didn't mean to answer, let alone step aside.The two teenagers with a height of nearly 190 centimeters just stood in a stalemate, attracting questioning looks from people passing by.

"Yo! Hanako! Huh? Your friend is here again? Your relationship is really good!" At this moment, Ebihara, who lived in the ward opposite Sakuragi, came out and happened to see the scene of the two confronting each other.

The old man greeted with a smile, and without waiting for the two teenagers to refute, he stepped out of their sight.

"Bastard! How could this genius have a good relationship with a weak fox like you!" Angrily, Sakuragi turned to the left, looking for a breakthrough, but was blocked by Rukawa again.

"Big idiot... If you don't want to recover, just run away..." After a pause, Rukawa suddenly moved away from Sakuragi. "In short, I don't care about whether you can return to the court."

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, Rukawa leaned against the wall, looking at Sakuragi with cold eyes, but with an irresistible determination.

Staring angrily at Rukawa for a while, Sakuragi clenched and loosened the fists hanging by his side, loosened and clenched again, and finally turned around obediently. Before turning around, he was very childish. Rukawa pointed his middle finger and made faces.

Hearing the sliding door hit the door frame hard with a "bang", Rukawa glanced at Sakuragi's white T-shirt flashing through the crack of the door from the corner of his eye, and then looked up at the white T-shirt in the hospital. ceiling.

It seems that they can't get along well.

That's not bad, at least, he doesn't have to worry about how to get along with that nervous redhead.

Thinking of this, Rukawa withdrew his gaze, scratched the slightly flattened black hair on the back of his head, turned around and opened the sliding door of the ward.

"Hey! I've already stayed here today, what else do you want?"

Unexpressively, he pulled the sliding door behind him, and Rukawa casually pulled a folding chair in front of Sakuragi's bed, and sat on it.

"...you won't just sit here and stare at me, will you?"

After staring at the silent Rukawa for a while, Sakuragi's originally tightly raised shoulders suddenly relaxed, and there was a bit of surprise and confusion in his words.

When the words came out, Rukawa had just picked up a weekly basketball magazine, which was published serially by the magazine where Hikoichi's sister Yayoi Aida worked.

The page he turned to was the report of the Xiangbei basketball team going straight from the C-level basketball team to the AA-level team after the national competition.

Seeing that Rukawa opened the title page that was sandwiched by himself with a postcard, Sakuragi quickly snatched the magazine from his hand.

"What I said today is the water that was poured out! In a word, in a word!..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of the sentence, and Sakuragi subconsciously widened his eyes, and the direction of his gaze was Rukawa who stood up.

"I'll just accept the postcard. When you beat me at 1ON1, I'll pay you back."

Saying this in an extremely calm tone, Rukawa disappeared behind the sliding door, and in the ward, only Sakuragi was left holding a book in both hands with a frightened expression on his face.

Leaning outside the not-so-wide gate of Asai General Hospital, Rukawa stared at the postcard in his hand, and did not look away after a long time.

Is that just a postcard?No, not quite.

The back of the postcard is a photo taken by Shohoku when he defeated Sanno Kogo in the national competition. Although that photo was not published as the cover of the magazine until the end, thinking about it now, it seems that it is not for sale as an accompanying item.

I always feel that the gift is more valuable than the magazine itself.

Looking at Sakuragi's smiling face on the postcard, he took a deep breath of air mixed with the smell of fresh sea water, and then slowly exhaled.

He had already suffered such a serious injury at that time, why could he still laugh so arrogantly.

Is it really because his nerves have reached an incomparable state?

Thinking of this, a nameless anger suddenly appeared in Rukawa's heart, but it disappeared quickly.

Walking down the slope of the mountain road, even though the slope here was not too steep, Rukawa couldn't help but think of Sakuragi's back injury, which triggered a series of Rukawa-style conjectures in his heart.

For example, will such a slope have a negative impact on Sakuragi who is recovering, and whether the sick meals here are provided regularly and quantitatively, whether it can satisfy the black hole stomach of that big idiot, and so on.

All in all, until he got off the tram and came to the gate of the school, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly returned to the school instead of his own home.

Is it because there are more memorable memories here for him...

Unobtrusively giving an affirmative answer to this question, Rukawa put the postcard in the jacket pocket of the black stand-up collar school uniform and smoothed it gently.

As if it was something fragile, it needed his meticulous care and care.

The lights in the basketball hall are always on.

In the past, it was because of Sakuragi's day and night practice, but now, it is because of him.

It seems that this way, the idiot’s share can be consumed here, so from the time when Sakuragi was hospitalized, staying here after practice every night and continuing to practice until late has become an irreversible Potluck.

The next day, Rukawa appeared at the same place almost at the same time.

With his back turned to him, Sakuragi leaned on the head of the bed and flipped through magazines, glancing at Rukawa's direction from time to time.

The spirit became less and less concentrated, not only because of the small sounds coming from outside the room, but also because of a black-haired boy with stern facial features and a thin figure in the room.

He just kept staring at himself, how could he concentrate!

The uncontrollable irritability was like dominoes collapsing in an instant, bursting from the toes to the brain, irresistible.

Once, twice, three times...

After the unstoppable gaze drifted toward Rukawa for the fifth time, Sakuragi, who had been holding back his anger, finally broke out.

"Can you stop staring at Ben Tian like this all the time?!"

"No."

There was no hesitation in the resolute refusal, and Rukawa's dark and clear eyes were cold, which made people disgusted, and had to bite the bullet and submit silently after the disgust.

His gaze returned to the magazine, and he turned over the pages. On the 32-page title page, Rukawa's photo took up more than half of the page.

The amber eyes widened slightly, Sakuragi almost screamed, but killed the desire in time before the voice broke through the throat.

Not for anything else, just because he saw the eye-catching red title on the front page.

The red headline, in a bold BlackCasper ad font, reads: Genius? OR lone wolf?Xiangbei lore Shanwang, will the history of college basketball be rewritten!

The manuscript was written by Yayoi Aida. Although all the content focused on analyzing teamwork, personal skills, and battle strategies, Rukawa Kaede's cold and focused face almost occupied the entire space of the two pages.

There are the jumping movements when shooting the basketball, the arms stretched out when the basketball is released, and the persistence in the eyes when bending over and panting.

Staring at these photos with different distances but with great detail, Sakuragi couldn't help but focus.

Although they were running and sweating on the same court, he never noticed that Rukawa's expression was so focused during the game, so focused that even he couldn't help but forget the part of wanting to drive him away from him. The urge to go.

Yes, even though he was in the same team, he had never seriously looked at this person seriously.

Just because from the very beginning, he preconceived that he was a rival in love?

So it wasn't until the match against Sanno that he realized from the duel between Rukawa and Zebei that Rukawa was really a powerful basketball player.

Cut... It's obviously a weak stinky fox!

A trace of disapproval flashed in his heart, Sakuragi grabbed the magazine with his fingertips but crumpled the coloring pages.

It turns out that some people and some things can only be seen clearly when you are a bystander.But such thoroughness seems to have come a bit late.

In Sakuragi's impression, Rukawa has been his rival in love and his competitor since the first day.Even though the two fought side by side all the way, he never acknowledged him.

Because, there is only one genius in the Xiangbei basketball team, and he is Hanamichi Sakuragi.

But now it seems that Rukawa's expression that will not change for thousands of years seems to have become much more pleasing to the eye, even though he has never wanted to admit it.

"This kind of outdated report, what do you want to do with it?" Suddenly, Rukawa's cold voice came from above his head, startling Sakuragi who was distracted.

"Hey! Bastard! What are you doing all of a sudden?! Go over! Go over!" shouted and almost threw the magazine out.

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, Rukawa narrowed his narrow black eyes and stared at Sakuragi for a while, but didn't move.

"..." With pursed lips, Sakuragi also narrowed his amber eyes, looking at Rukawa who was motionless and fell into silence.

For a while, the ward suddenly became extremely silent, and the silence was a little embarrassing.

"In short, in short, until he fully recovers, he will not run away from the hospital again today!" Slightly relaxing his broad shoulders, Sakuragi looked away and stretched out his fingers to scratch his chin.

Looking at Rukawa's gaze slightly raised, Sakuragi shouted again: "Really!"

Hearing the sound, Rukawa withdrew his gaze, turned around and opened the sliding door, and said sideways before stepping out, "If you run away again, you will be punished by the team."

After speaking, Rukawa walked out and closed the door.

Staring at the closed door, Sakuragi smashed out the magazine in his hand, but unexpectedly the door was pulled open from the outside.

Grabbing the magazine that Sakuragi smashed angrily in one hand, Rukawa turned it over in his hand, then looked at the shocked face of the red-haired boy without saying a word: "This, I will accept it."

The sliding door was closed again, and Sakuragi stared blankly, unable to return to normal after a long time.It wasn't until the door didn't open again that he suddenly remembered something, jumped out of bed angrily, pointed at the door and shouted, "Damn it! You bastard fox! Foxes are the most annoying thing!!"

Hearing Sakuragi's roar from inside the door, Rukawa's thin lips curled up in an invisible arc, and then he sighed silently in his heart: Big idiot...

The task of tracking was successfully completed today without any hindrance. Standing in the tram station, the same English song was still playing in the white earphones inserted in Rukawa's ears.

Tomorrow is the weekend, do you want to come over after the weekend practice?

No, forget it.

Thinking of this, Rukawa narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes a little, and then switched hands to pull the ring.

No, come on...

Do not……

During the short 15-minute journey, the two options of coming and not coming went back and forth in Rukawa's mind for a long time, but he still failed to make a final decision.

To come, or not to come, that is the question.

Walking out of the station in a tangled state of mind, Rukawa walked forward with his hands in his pockets, but unknowingly came to the small court where Sakuragi often met during morning exercises.

It was evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun faintly shrouded the diamond-shaped fence that had already peeled off the paint, and there were golden-red light spots on every twisted seam of the wire.

Staring at the rough concrete floor and the half-hanging net, Rukawa pursed his thin lips and did not move for a long time.

The first time I saw Sakuragi outside the school was in this small stadium that has been around for some years.One of them is on the field and one is off the field.

Sakuragi is practicing a three-step layup, and he is watching.

He still remembered the golden-red brilliance when the pale golden sun shone on Sakuragi's red hair in the morning, just like the color of the sunset now, dazzling but not glaring.

It was the first time I saw Sakuragi here, his movements were blunt and funny, but there was a certain persistence that even he couldn't help but want to pay attention to.

Now, the red-haired boy who used to yell all day to beat him, Xiandao, and Mu has grown into an out-and-out basketball player in just three months, and has even become a beater. The ultimate key to the king of the mountain, which made him have to admit that Yingmu Huadao is a respectable opponent.

That kind of dedication to chasing basketball wholeheartedly, no matter who it is reflected in, is so bright that people can't take their eyes off.

Just like the current him, occasionally, he couldn't take his eyes off Sakuragi.

This is an undeniable endorsement.

The next month's rehabilitation went unexpectedly smoothly. Sakuragi did not run away as he promised himself, and Rukawa just sat quietly in the ward and flipped through various English magazines.

"You! Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing with such a big box!" Sakuragi standing at the door looked shocked, but his almost questioning roar did not attract the oncoming people. Rukawa's attention.

Putting the carton on the floor with a "bang", Rukawa raised his clear black eyes, and then began to untie the scarf on his own.

"Hey! Bastard! You almost hit this genius!" Sakuragi complained angrily when he punched Rukawa on the back.

"It will hurt, big idiot..." Rukawa retorted in a low voice, Rukawa rubbed the place where Sakuragi had hit, and frowned slightly.

"What are these curving letters? They don't look like fifty syllables!" Taking out a magazine from the cardboard box, Sakuragi shook his wrist and looked back at the expressionless Rukawa.

Staring at the confused Sakuragi for a while, Rukawa was silent for a moment before replying in a cold tone that has remained unchanged for thousands of years: "It's an English magazine, idiot."

"You bastard, do you have to add an idiot after every sentence you say?!" Rukawa jumped up high on the spot in Rukawa's supposedly flat tone, Sakuragi pointed at him, and in his amber eyes, Anger is everywhere.

"As long as you remove the 'bastard' in every sentence, I can consider removing the 'idiot', big idiot." Pushing Sakuragi away lightly, Rukawa stepped forward and pulled out a basketball with NBA written on it from the cardboard box Magazine.

"Ah! I know this person! What's his name... Joe... Booth's!" Pointing to the magazine cover in Rukawa's hand, Sakuragi shouted with a triumphant expression on his face.

Hearing this, Rukawa narrowed his eyes as he stared at the cover character on the magazine in his hand.

Idiotism is really hopeless.

"It's Jordan."

"What's the difference! Anyway, bring a 'Joe'!" Lie carelessly on the hospital bed, Sakuragi folded his hands behind his head, and turned his gaze to the window.

His gaze stayed on Sakuragi who turned his head away for a moment, Rukawa pursed his lips, and then sat down on the folding chair.

Hearing the soft sound of flipping through the paper coming from his ear, Sakuragi closed his eyes fiercely, and then opened them fiercely again. This went on and on for a long time, and the last one stood up and sat up cross-legged, and when he was about to speak, the words that were ready to come out But it was firmly stuck in the throat.

The protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Sakuragi suddenly closed her eyes with lightning speed, turned over and lay down again.

Flipping through the magazine leisurely, after a while, Rukawa raised his gaze from above the magazine, and the direction of his gaze was Sakuragi's slightly anxious back.

In fact, he felt his gaze.

Today is Golden Day, November [-], the day Sakuragi Hanamichi was officially discharged from Asai General Hospital.

The small hospital ward was full of teenagers with an average height of over 180 cm, including Akagi and Mugure who came here on special leave from school.

"Wow ha ha ha ha! I heard that you lost a point in the practice match with Lingnan! Sure enough, you can't do it without this genius!" Holding Miyagi and Mitsui's necks, Sakuragi Hanamichi laughed extremely Arrogant, not at all looking like he's just recovering from a serious injury.

"Oh, you guys are so tall, boy, are you really just a high school student?" Hai Laoyuan in the next ward sighed while rubbing the stubble on his chin.

"Of course! Have you seen the student ID card of this genius? Yingmuhuadao, Xiangbei County Higher School, the tenth group of the second year! Old man, this genius starts today, but he will be back on the court!" Released Miyagi, Mitsui, and Sakuragi put their arms on Ebihara's shoulders, with dazzling smiles on their faces.

His eyes swept over the group of teenagers who didn't know what quiet was, and then turned to the attending physician. Akagi bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, this group of people, I will remind them not to disturb others. Excuse me Is the discharge procedure done in the lobby on the first floor?"

Although he was very surprised by Akagi's height of nearly two meters, due to his high professionalism, the surprise in the doctor's eyes was only fleeting, and he quickly returned to his original state.

After closing the door, listening to the noise in the ward, Sakuragi's attending physician smiled faintly, and said to himself: "Young people nowadays are really energetic..." Suddenly, at this moment, he suddenly saw He arrived at the black-haired boy standing outside the door with his arms crossed.

"Rukawa-kun?" He vaguely remembered that the tall, thin-faced boy in front of him seemed to be called "Rukawa". "Aren't you teammates on the basketball team? Why don't you go in?"

Hearing the doctor's question, Rukawa, who had his eyes closed, slowly raised his eyelids, glanced lightly at the white door of the ward, and then responded in his usual cold tone: "No, I'm not used to such occasions. .”

"Oh", the doctor nodded towards Rukawa, and then took a big step.

The doctor walked away, and Rukawa returned to his original state again, but his clear black eyes were always fixed on the sliding door of the ward.Pursing her lips and reaching out her hand, almost at the same time, Sakuragi opened the door carelessly from the inside.

The four-eyed relative without warning caught people off guard, and it happened too abruptly.

"Hey! Starting today, Kanagawa will be the world of my genius!" Pointing at Rukawa's thin, expressionless face, Sakuragi seemed to be declaring war, as well as taking an oath.

"Boom" the long-lost gorilla fist struck, and Sakuragi hugged his head and shouted: "Hey! You bastard gorilla! You, a guy who quit after losing the game, is not qualified to be a genius!!"

Ignoring Sakuragi's roar, Akagi carried him away from Rukawa like a monkey.

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