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Torrential downpour.

The raging rain enveloped the Xiangyue basketball court hazy.

The sound of wind and rain intertwined continuously, tearing the tranquility of the night.

Puddles have accumulated everywhere on the basketball court, faintly reflecting the dim light of the street lamps beside the court.

Outside the sideline, Takahashi was holding the umbrella against the heavy rain curtain, holding his umbrella in pain, barely controlling the umbrella from being deformed by the strong wind, squinting at the tall figure who kept jumping and shooting in the hazy night.

"Captain! Let's go back! It's raining too much! You're ruining your body like this!" Takahashi yelled at Sakurai, who kept jumping and dunking in front of him, using his hands as a trumpet with the handle of his umbrella under his neck.

The voice fell for a long time, but the person in front of him never responded, and he still dribbled, sprinted, and dunked deftly.

The whole body was drenched by the heavy rain, and the rain mixed with sweat rubbed down along the tight curve of Sakurai's face little by little, slipping out a piece of ice cold.

Through the dim street light, Takahashi could recognize the already exhausted face of the other party.

However, Sakurai still shot the ball over and over again with no expression on his face, like a machine without the slightest intention to stop.

About four or ten minutes ago, all the team members who stayed with Takahashi to stop Sakurai were all reprimanded and went home by the opponent with a bad attitude.

In the meantime, point guard Kojima Takeda tried to stop Sakurai head-on, but was thrown back by Sakurai with a fist.

Now, Takahashi is the only one who is still holding on to the position of persuasion.

"Captain! Don't be like this, okay?!" Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Takahashi shook his head in frustration, "It's just that we lost this game! Don't be so self-absorbed! It's not what you said, next time we will be together with Ben Ask Cheng Rin to get it back!"

Sakurai dribbled the ball and stepped forward, pointing his feet and jumping from the ground.

A moment later, the slender arms made an arc in the air, and the rain splashed like splashed ink. Sakurai poured the basketball into the basket heavily, and then landed heavily.

The basketball fell into the puddle and shattered the water mirror.

After a while, the basketball slowly rolled to the side of the rack and stopped.

Sakurai supported her knees with her hands, her cheeks drooped deeply, and she was panting violently.

"team leader!"

After finally catching the other party's short break, Takahashi opened his eyes wide, then squeezed the handle of the umbrella and was about to head towards Sakurai.

"Stand there and don't move!"

Without raising his head, Sakurai's breath was abnormally messy, letting the rain ravage his whole body.

Clenching his knees with his palms, he gritted his teeth, frowned, gasped for a while, and then his voice gradually sank: "Takahashi, you go back first."

"But, Captain—"

"Tell you to go back and you will go back! Didn't you hear that?!"

Raising his head violently, his golden eyes were bloodshot, Sakurai gritted his teeth and stared at Takahashi, his face full of mixed expressions.

"..." Hearing the other party's exhausted roar, Takahashi shook his shoulders in astonishment, and then fell silent immediately.

Staring at Sakurai bitterly, Takahashi inexplicably felt an unprecedented depression in his heart.

——I want to cry for no reason.

He knows what it feels like to lose.

Annoyed, frustrated, unwilling.

And this kind of mixed emotions can easily swallow up people's reason.

In order to regain emotional balance, people tend to vent.

Takahashi understands Sakurai.

It is precisely because he understands that he can sense the opponent's unprecedented frustration.

The other party is usually such a proud and confident person.

But now, he was hitting the ball with that expression.

Playing the basketball that the other party once loved.

——When did playing basketball become such a painful thing for the opponent?

Gritting his teeth and letting his thoughts wander, Takahashi silently stared at Sakurai's figure walking towards the basketball again, raised his hand, but gave up again.

Now—as if he didn't know how to stop this person.

"How long has he been here?"

However, just as Takahashi was looking at the figure who had rejoined the slam dunk fight under the rain, a calm voice suddenly came from beside him.

Shrugging his shoulders in astonishment, Takahashi turned his head like a ghost, and then located a thin figure with a transparent umbrella.

With the help of the dim street lights, Takahashi narrowed his eyes and carefully recognized it.

A moment later, the moment he recognized the other party, his face brightened: "Hei, Mr. Heizi?! You're here!"

"Yeah." Looking at Takahashi calmly, Heizi nodded.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Sakurai who kept bursting the basket in the rainstorm, and frowned with light blue brows: "Sakurai-san, is he all right?"

Hearing Heizi's simple question, Takahashi smiled bitterly: "...the captain has been in this state since the game ended...no one can persuade him." He sighed long, "the captain has always been in this state. You have a leg injury, if you continue like this, it will be too degrading to your body."

Hearing Takahashi's calm statement, Heizi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Takahashi, squinting his eyes: "Sakurai-kun has a leg injury?"

"Yeah." Listening to Heizi's question, this time it was an accident to switch to Takahashi, "Eh...don't Heizi-kun know?"

Heizi shook his head.

Stretching out his hand to scratch his head, Takahashi turned his eyes sideways in embarrassment, looked at the basketball court again, and said in embarrassment: "I thought Heizi-kun knew about it... After all, the one who usually walks closest to the captain is Heizi-kun..."

"The closest?" Heizi frowned, his face serious, "Why do you say that?"

"Uh... Didn't the captain keep calling you 'Ze Ye Zhe Ye'? So... I was thinking, you must have known each other before."

"..." Hearing this, Heizi sighed slightly, and looked at Sakurai's fiercely moving figure in front again.

——This guy, on the first day he came to Xiangyue, the other party called "Zhe Ye" on his own, and he couldn't stop him at all. What can he do?

Thinking of this, he looked up at Takahashi beside him: "Takahashi-kun, what happened to Sakurai-kun's leg injury?"

"Huh?... Oh... I don't know the specifics. I only know that the captain seems to have suffered a serious injury when he was playing in junior high school, and he has been taking care of it since then."

"..."

"It's absolutely impossible to fight like this... It's too desperate!"

"Takahashi-kun, you asked me to come, do you want me to stop Sakurai-kun?"

"Hmm! I don't know why... I always feel that besides basketball, the captain seems to care most about you... So, I think if you persuade him, he will definitely listen!"

"..."

Looking at the hopeful person in front of him, Heizi couldn't help but darken his eyes.

Looking back at the basketball court, Heizi lowered his expression.

After a while, Heizi walked in the direction of Sakurai, walking quietly.

"Uh... Mr. Heizi! It's good to shout from the side, if you get too close—"

——Maybe he will be beaten up like Kojima.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he saw the people on the court who were drenched in the rain suddenly stop their movements because of Heizi's approach.

Standing under the basket in amazement, Sakurai was panting violently, her golden eyes flashing with unprecedented astonishment.

Heizi stared intently at Sakurai's face full of surprise, without any intention of stopping.

Looking at the thin figure that kept approaching, Sakurai subconsciously wanted to take two steps back, but his limp legs were stiff and unable to move.

Calmly walking in front of Sakurai, Heizi said nothing, then slowly raised the umbrella up.

A moment later, the transparent umbrella covered the top of Sakurai's hair, enclosing the other party's wet body under the umbrella.

Holding the umbrella, Heizi looked up at Sakurai indifferently: "Sakurai-kun, stop hitting."

"..." Looking back at Heizi with a stiff body, Sakurai was stunned for a moment, and then a haze gradually appeared on his face, "Why are you here?"

"Playing in the rain is dangerous, Sakurai-kun, go back." Without answering Sakurai, Kuroko continued to stare at him seriously.

Seeing Heizi's bright eyebrows so close at hand, Sakurai gritted his teeth, opened his eyes sideways, and stretched out his hand to block Heizi's umbrella handle: "Go away."

After speaking, holding the basketball, he turned around and was about to step into the rain again.

However, after taking two steps, the transparent umbrella followed silently from behind: "Sakurai-kun, do you think this kind of training will have any effect?"

"..." Hearing this, Sakurai suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Sakurai was dumbfounded.

With his back to Heizi, he clenched his fists slightly and said nothing.

"I understand Sakurai-kun's feelings." Heizi continued, staring at the person in front of him who lowered his head slightly, "That kind of eagerness to become stronger, to prove one's own strength."

"..."

"Losing is not a terrible thing. What is terrible is the stubborn heart that refuses to admit that you have lost."

"do not talk……"

"If you lose, then it's good to become stronger. You don't need to punish yourself in this way." Heizi stared at Sakurai's trembling shoulders, frowning slightly, "Only by calm and correct training methods can you make yourself most effective." The lack of ability is improved, isn't it?"

"To shut up!"

"Sakurai-kun, let's go back, this competition is actually nothing, after all—uh!"

However, just when Heizi wanted to continue persuading the other party, the person in front of him immediately turned around quickly, and clasped Heizi's shoulders firmly with both hands like iron clamps: "I told you to stop talking, didn't you hear?!"

"..." Heizi stared blankly at Sakurai, speechless.

"You said...you understand?..." Sakurai's hands trembled slightly, "How could you understand..." The voice gradually dimmed, and Sakurai's eyes were tearing apart.

"Sakurai-kun, trust me, I understand."

——Heh, how could he not understand what it feels like to lose something like this.

When Diguang's teammates found their own skills one by one, abandoned teamwork, and left him;

When my best friend Qingfeng stared at him with that contemptuous expression and told him "Zhe, you are weak" word by word;

When his improved skills were broken again and again...

Losing has long been a routine.

Staring at Heizi's unusually calm face in front of him, Sakurai slowly gritted his teeth, and his bloodshot golden pupils burned into the other's pupils fiercely: "Why did you come here?...Huh?..." Ten fingers tightened even more, almost pinching Into Heizi's shoulder, "...have pity on me?!"

"..."

Not knowing how to answer in silence, Heizi frowned, subconsciously turning his eyes away.

"Heizi Tetsuya! Let me ask why you came here today?!"

Just as Heizi was thinking about the answer, Sakurai roared hysterically in front of him.

"..."

Hearing this, he kept silent, and Heizi's face recovered.

Looking at the other person's cheek that showed no emotion at all, Sakurai's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes became more bitter: "Ha, it's this kind of expression again..." His back molars were clenched, and his eyes were blazing, "You Do you know how much I hate your expression?!"

"..." Heizi parted his lips in surprise, but Heizi was dumbfounded.

Slowly approaching Heizi, Sakurai's face was smeared with bitterness, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I hate your voice, your expression..." Stretching fingers towards Heizi's cheek, Sakurai's expression was painful, "I hate it your name."

Staring at Sakurai's never-before-seen frustrated face, Heizi couldn't help feeling dull.

Looking at the fingertips that were gradually approaching his cheek, Heizi just turned his face to avoid it, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force.

After a while, a familiar angry voice exploded in the ears of the two: "What are you doing?!"

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