[Black Basket] Give me a chance to say I love you

It is still the ninth floor of Starlight Media, and it is still the wide corridor. Even the lights in the corridor are not much different from the memory.

However, compared to the crowds of people last time, the emptiness this time always makes people feel a little uneasy.

Accompanied by the soft sound of high heels, the female assistant in formal attire who had met once was walking towards him.

"Mr. Takao, please follow me, the teacher has been waiting for a long time."

Jawing slightly, Gao Wei felt the soft touch of the carpet under his feet, and some complicated emotions went away——

【Giving up basketball for the sake of showbiz...hey, Midorima-san, do you think so too? 】

Unknowingly, Takao's eyes were filled with anticipation and prayer, but it gradually faded after he noticed the silence of the person in front of him.

Why, don't talk... Do I think I'm such a frivolous person in your heart...

Hey, we are teammates who have been together for almost three years, and we are partners who enjoy the honor of "Showtoku's Light and Shadow". After so long of tempering and getting along, shouldn't we understand each other better than anyone else?Don't we all deeply understand each other's sense of belonging to basketball... Why, you are silent at this time...

My heart is getting cold little by little.

I always thought that the strangeness we only saw was caused by my self-willedness after college. We were still the most sincere light and shadow in high school. I have always believed so.

But, you who are silent at this moment...

Could it be that at this moment, you no longer believe in me...

Takao suddenly had a feeling of wanting to laugh, and sure enough, there is a saying that is true, people are self-righteous and ridiculous creatures.

Self-righteously think that the other party is a companion who understands oneself,

Self-righteously think that at this time each other is still innocent,

Self-righteously think that the other party will trust me unconditionally...

[Takao, what you said in the magazine about going to the entertainment industry...is it true? ] After a while, Midorima suddenly continued to ask.

Takao was slightly stunned, feeling that the person in front of him seemed a little strange for the first time, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.

[About that... Mr. Midori, what kind of answer do you want to get? 】

【Ah, actually I'm just a little bit...】

Midorima looked a little awkward, and Takao couldn't help but think of the scene when he first found out that Midorima was wearing a poor disguise to go to the Kuroko game, and then poked through the opponent with bad intentions.

At that time, Midorima also turned his head away slightly, pushed his glasses, with an expression of "it's not what you think at all", but from time to time he used his peripheral vision to pay attention to the places he cared about.

How familiar, but why, I just feel so ironic...

With a slender hand out of his pocket, he slashed open the cover of the phone, and skillfully made a call in front of Midorima.

——[Mother, I just thought about it, but I still want to accept the invitation of Mr. Miike, after all, it is such a rare opportunity...]

——[Well, I understand... I don't think there's anything wrong with it, anyway, I don't plan to play basketball anymore, and being a part-time entertainer is not bad. 】

——[Don't worry... I really thought so myself... I want to try something different, besides, don't you always say that I'm very talented~]

——[Mm, um... ok, thank you mother~]

After hanging up the phone, there was a slight vibration when the call ended, and ripples rippled in the air.

Takao smiled like a flower and looked at Midorima who stared at him with wide-eyed eyes in front of him, and his suddenly clear mood seemed to jump out.Shaking the phone in his hand, Takao heard himself say in a slightly raised tone:

【Hey, Midorima-kun, this is my answer~】

The memory was truncated to cover up the complicated state of mind, looking at the richly decorated but not elegant corridor in front of him, Takao still couldn't help hesitating.

Takao is very clear that his words, even the phone call to his mother, are just the product of anger.Because he was dissatisfied with Midorima's silence, disappointed with his questioning, and angry at his assertion that he believed other people's words without seeking proof, he declared in a fit of anger that he wanted to become an artist and join the show business circle.

But the fact is that the product of such a fit of anger is about to determine his future for at least a few years...

To become an entertainer, or to spend a mediocre life as a passerby who no longer plays basketball... Such a choice is not so urgent, but because of Midorima's eyes and a few words, he made the decision rashly...

After the impulse, annoyance abounds.

Now, can you go back on your word?

Passing through the aisle that only the staff can pass through, Takao followed the female assistant to a small meeting room, a somewhat dim room, with his back to his sofa, and a familiar golden-haired guy leaning crookedly , Seeing Gao Wei go in, he only raised his eyelids slightly, then turned his face away in disdain.

Ignoring the shiny golden fur, Takao's eyes swept across the audience in an instant, and then his eyes sank slightly.

Is this guy alone, but the assistant he brought here is obviously the one next to Mr. Sanchi, why did he let his assistant come to see that guy by himself...

"You're here." A deep voice came from the sofa, which suddenly startled Gao Wei.

"Ah... ah... here I come, Mr. Miike..."

"Well, to be honest, it's really surprising that you would agree to participate in the performance." Mr. Miike leaned on the chair beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared in front of him in silence, as if he didn't seem to be moved at all. youth.

"With such a respected senior as Mr. Miike, I can't justify it if I don't come to participate in the performance?" Takao replied very naturally, scratching his hair slightly, with a trace of helplessness casually, as if he was not at all disturbed by Mr. Miike's doubts. Appears nervous or restless.

"Haha, if you said this before, I would still take it as you complimenting me."

"Oh, I will be very distressed when the old man says this. After all, even now, my respect for you has never diminished."

"Hey, I can't bear such a compliment."

In the blink of an eye, a back and forth still passed, the people around looked a little confused, and the two sides in the conversation were still just probing.

Looking at the ordinary old man who was still smiling and looking in front of him, Takao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, even if you have a little understanding of the other party, when you actually face them, even if the other party is just sitting peacefully, you will still feel a huge pressure on your face.

Mr. Miike, formerly known as Miike Motogawa, is a rare director of the older generation in the entertainment industry, because the industry respectfully calls him Mr. Miike.Mr. Sanchi was one of the first old people to join Starlight Entertainment. Starlight Entertainment did not start very smoothly. It is said that due to the problem of capital turnover, none of the films planned at the beginning could be started. On the contrary, he was only in his twenties. Maotou Xiaozi took a small amount of funds and not very complete equipment to shoot a historical drama that was hailed as an epoch-making classic, opening the door to the Miike era.

And this flag with Sanike's name on it has been flying for decades.

Although it is rumored that Mr. Miike treats actors extremely harshly, and he has some special hobbies in the selection of actors... But such a legendary character, if you name him casually, there will still be countless famous actors flocking to him, hoping to get it under his hands. The opportunity to be popular in half the sky, and this audition, there must be a lot of talented actors.

But why did you choose Bu Poshang, a layman who only has a singer's name, and himself, a guy who is even more layman than a layman?

Looking at the old man who was as calm as a giant Buddha in front of him, Takao gritted his teeth slightly, and then spoke again.

"Actually, I can't say that I agree to participate in this performance..."

Before the words were finished, a laser-like gaze from the side shot over.

"You bastard...you dare to lie to the old man that you are coming to participate in the performance! I have to sacrifice precious time to wait for you! You bastard..."

"So, what do you mean?" Old Master Sanchi slightly raised his voice, blocking Bu Poshang's anger.

"Actually, I just have some doubts and want to ask the old man for confirmation." Takao seemed not to be affected by the slightest, staring at the old man in front of him closely, "If I know the answer, I can decide whether I want to be serious or not." I have appeared in your work. Although I am rude, this is my answer."

"Doubt?" Mr. Miike's eyes slightly raised some interest.

"Yes." Without hesitating for too long, Takao thought for a while and said, "I have been thinking, with the reputation of Mr. Miike, it is estimated that as long as you reveal some rumors about the drama you are going to film, there will be countless excellent actors trying to participate in you. In the film, there must be suitable candidates among them, why do you have to choose a layman like me...?"

"Like you?" Master Miike let out a chuckle, "I'm afraid the layman you're talking about is not just yourself, but also the unprofessional kid over there!"

"Huh?!" Standing beside him, Buposhang instantly raised his eyebrows, turned aside the thoughtful old man in front of him, and squinted dangerously at Takao opposite him, "What do you mean?!"

"Eh..." Seeing his thoughts being exposed so openly, Takao felt like he was breaking the cans, "That's right, although Bu Poshang has made great achievements in the music world, it's only in the music world." It's just that there has never been any news about him participating in the filming of a drama...Whether a drama is good or not depends on whether the plot is attractive enough, but it also depends to a large extent on the expressiveness of the actors. They conveniently recruited me... us laymen to perform, will you..."

"You guy, you obviously haven't decided whether you want to act or not, but you're talking as if you have strength." Buposhang snorted softly and raised his nose slightly, "I don't like a small person like you." Similarly, there is nothing I can't do in this world! Acting skills are just a piece of cake for me!"

Takao silently ignored the shiny person beside him, and looked directly at the silent old man Miike.

"As expected of 'Xiyuanji Gongshang' and 'Kintian Akira' I chose!" Mr. Miike suddenly laughed out loud, and even Fuposhang, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but look over him suspiciously.

Seeing the obvious puzzled expressions of the two of them, Mr. Miike's face suddenly filled with a smug smugness.

"Boy, are you so confused?"

Buposhang, who was named, looked away slightly, "Of course I won't be confused! But... I'm still... a little surprised... Although with my strength, it should be!"

"Hahaha, Atom." Mr. Miike didn't have the slightest thought to pierce Bupo, so he called the female assistant next to him to bring two bound books, and then handed them over to Bupo Shang and Takao, "Look for yourself first."

"Hey... what is this thing! Don't throw it away, old man!"

Compared to Buposhang next to him who was slightly flustered, although he hadn't exercised for a long time, Takao still deftly grabbed the falling notebook from directly above the teacup, looked at the blank cover, and opened it, it turned out to be a script.

What does it mean?

"Want to know the answer? It's in this script, you two, when you figure it out, come here to find me again. Of course, it shouldn't take too long."

Waving away the female assistant's attempt to help him up, the gray-haired old man gave a wicked smile, and then walked steadily towards the door.

There were only two youths who were still confused.

————&—————

"Teacher." The woman in black hesitated to speak, before turning to the old man with an unpredictable expression, "Anyway, as actors, Takao-kun and Bupo-kun are just amateurs, so you just ask them to see you from the script. The expectations for them... Will such a request be a little..."

"Atom, are you doubting my vision?" Mr. Miike didn't feel annoyed at all, he still looked confident, but a simple sentence made Atom immediately bow his head deeply.

"No... I don't dare to question your judgment, teacher... it's just..."

"Don't worry, when did I miss the selection?" Mr. Miike slightly opened his eyes and interrupted Atom's words. I can't go on... What's more, acting requires talent. People without talent, no matter how skilled they are, can't really bring people into the world of the plot. Those things that are artificially simulated can't be shown after all. A real miracle... I thought it would be a pleasant surprise to meet a Buposhang who was born to shine, and to be able to pull him into the crew who was devoted to music, but I didn't expect that a helpless audition would allow me to meet Go up to Takao and become that funny little guy..."

"I have a hunch he's going to show me what I've been chasing my whole life."

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