[comprehensive] reproduction plan

"Um... sorry?"

The girl apologized softly, without any sincerity.She stopped moving immediately, as if she had realized her mistake sincerely—but this was obviously intentional, because she lowered her body slightly, and the boy's place seemed to be deliberately played by the girl. Introduced into the skirt.

The hot and indescribable touch between the legs belonged to the opposite sex, which seemed to entertain Ah-chan, and she smiled, "However, I believe in Mr. Midori now."

Midorima frowned and stared at her, his lips were tightly drawn, looking a little angry and repulsive.But Ah-chan knew that was not true.

Human beings always make many false appearances to confuse others and protect themselves.Even if that's not what they really want, they'd always rather give up pursuing their desires and maintain security.

But that doesn't mean that they will really refuse firmly.

——A-chan feels that now, she already has the ability to distinguish such false emotions.

A-chan explained: "...I mean, Mr. Lvjian just said that you don't hate me."

She stared at the boy's face, with a sweet smile, "Because, Mr. Midori doesn't react to people you hate, right?"

"That's just a normal physiological phenomenon." Midorima Shintaro tried his best to use a believable and calm tone, describing the incident that made him suddenly look very weak in front of A-chan.He looked away, his chest was heaving more violently than usual due to anger, shame, tension, or desire. "...Anyway, I am also..."

"A man?" Ah-chan took up his words. "A normal man in adolescence who is on fire?"

Green did not speak.

Ah-chan put her arms around his neck, as if she wanted to enjoy her spoils.Her fingers stroked the spine at the back of his neck, and with a smile, she leaned close to kiss the corners of his eyes and cheeks, then pulled down his skirt, and unbuttoned the first tightly buttoned shirt .

When she slowly approached his lips again, Midorima lowered her eyes, watching her lips approach.His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and some kind of flickering light flickered in his eyes, like a butterfly wrapped in amber, maintaining a helpless expression of wanting to escape, but was firmly frozen in the In situ.

But just when A-chan finally touched him lightly, there was a sudden "click" from the door lock—the door opened.

Midorima pulled the curtain beside the bed almost subconsciously, and pulled it away with a "shua", blocking them.

Ah-chan also stopped moving, she looked up to meet Midorima's eyes, but he was not looking at her.His hands wrapped around her waist subconsciously, which was a protective gesture.

None of them heard the sound of someone entering.Lvma sat up holding A-chan, and put her on the bed from her body.It's strange to say that just now he was obviously forced, but now that the situation has changed, he subconsciously protects her, as if they already have a connection with each other.

Probably because of this attitude, Ah-chan did not resist this time.She looked extraordinarily docile and graceful, as if she had transformed into a dignified and elegant young lady in the eyes of everyone in an instant, completely unable to see the sweet appearance full of desire just now.

Midorima went out, only to realize that no one had come in.He stood at the door and checked the lock, only to find that it was because Ah-Chan closed the door too lightly just now, and the lock was not fully locked. After a while, it automatically bounced open.

He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, but suddenly stopped.

At that moment just now, his subconscious reaction was to close the door.

...but what does closing the door mean?It means he wants to continue... what he just did.

Realizing this thought, Midorima froze in place.

He heard the sound of the bed curtain being gently drawn behind him, so he followed the sound and turned around.A-chan raised her head, withdrew the hand that pulled the curtain of the bed, and looked at him quietly.If one ignores her somewhat messy clothes and long hair, no one can see what she was doing just now based on that innocent look.

Especially, she was entangled with him so hotly and lustfully just now, but now she was sitting on the bed, and because of his long silence, she tilted her head, as if nothing had happened, and called him softly: "...Green Mr. Jian?"

Midorima Shintaro closed the door with his backhand, this time he still remembered to lock it.When he walked towards Ah Chan, the girl's eyes widened slightly.She acted as if everything was under control just now, and now she finally showed a little surprised look, this realization made Midorima feel a little bit of joy.

……

Because of the wound on A-chan's knee, when she was touched occasionally, she would show a tinge of pain, but she squeezed her lips tightly and tried to endure, which made Midorima even more careful.

After A-chan lay on the bed and closed her eyes and fell asleep, Midorima hesitantly stroked her cheek, closed the door of the infirmary, and rushed back to the drama department, good wife Liangchen, the second married president, please calm down.

The people in the drama department just packed up their things, because they felt that they might not be able to continue practicing today, so the director of the drama department prepared to tidy up the venue, and then went to the infirmary with the deputy director to visit Ah-chan.

But thinking of the infirmary and Ah-chan's appearance now, Midorima felt...that was not a suitable situation for being visited.He took back the things he and A-chan left in the drama department, stopped the head of the drama department's request to visit, and hurriedly returned to the infirmary.

When he opened the door and found that Ah-chan was still lying on the bed quietly, and it seemed that no one else had been in the room, Midorima was slightly relieved, and then locked the door behind his back.

It's most relaxing and comfortable when no one is bothering you.Midorima stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping girl's side face. The white face, and the long black hair hanging around the ears and shoulders intertwined into a picturesque sleeping face.The young man couldn't help being silent for a while, then pulled a chair and sat on the side.

His eyes were always on A-Chan, probably because of this reason, after a while, the girl's slender eyelashes seemed to be aware of the sight, and trembled slightly, and opened them.

She was in a daze, as if subconsciously stretched out her hand towards him, and finally grasped Midorima's index finger softly.

"Where did you go just now?" A-chan asked softly and lazily, "Leaving me here alone is too much."

Midorima found that he couldn't do anything about her voice: "... went to the drama department," he replied, "get something."

A-chan's gaze shifted to the schoolbag and school uniform jacket at his feet, probably confirming that he was telling the truth, she let go of him, and showed a shallow and gentle smile.

"Thank you." She withdrew her hand, and lay on her side towards him, staring at him with watery eyes, "Thank you Mr. Lujian...and I'm sorry."

"...Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for everything." A-chan moved her body under the quilt, buried her face in the quilt, and buried her in a more lovely appearance that she didn't know about. "Because Mr. Midori is good at everything."

"Then why are you sorry?"

"Because... Mr. Lujian didn't want to do it at first, right? Forcing you to do this kind of thing..." Ah-chan blinked lightly like a butterfly flapping its wings, "Shouldn't I say I'm sorry?"

But this can be called a good attitude of admitting mistakes, but it suddenly made Midorima angry.

——Maybe he was angry precisely because she was admitting her mistake.

"So you want to write it off like this?" The boy's expression suddenly turned cold, "I'm sorry? Do you want to pretend that nothing happened?"

The girl's eyes widened in a daze, showing a somewhat bewildered expression, "...Mr. Lujian?"

But the boy had already stood up. He gave her a cold look, tensed his expression, picked up his things, and left the room.

It wasn't until the information link told Ah Chan that he had gone far enough that she lifted the quilt and sat up slowly.She carefully put her injured leg down on the bed, and stood up with some difficulty.

She had just finished tidying up her clothes, refolding the quilt, and was about to pick up the schoolbag on the table in Green Room and leave. Before she could put her hands on the lock, the door was opened from the outside.

"...Hey, why is there no door to the infirmary..."

When the door opened, the people on both sides were stunned for a moment.

However, Ah-chan, who had already noticed that the other party's information chain was approaching, reacted first.She smiled, "Mr. Qingfeng." Then she looked behind him and greeted him politely, "Student Heizi."

"Sakurai? Why are you here?" Aomine Daiki noticed her bandaged knee in surprise, and frowned immediately. "What’s wrong with you?"

"I accidentally fell down during practice in the drama department." Ah-chan replied with a smile, as if she didn't think it was something that needed special attention, but Qingfeng didn't think so.He frowned, "You came to the infirmary alone? Didn't the drama department come to take care of you?"

"Well, Mr. Lujian sent me here." There is nothing to hide about this fact, so A-chan said truthfully: "He has the key to the infirmary, and then he bandaged me. However, he just had other If there is something to do, let’s go first.”

"What?" Qingfeng said dissatisfied, "What's the point of leaving you alone?"

He reached out to support A-chan, and carefully helped her to a chair beside him, "Are you leaving? It's too worrying to go back alone like this?"

The tall boy frowned and said, "I'll take you back with Tetsuya later. Can you wait a bit?"

A-chan blinked her eyes, sat down docilely, she tilted her head curiously, and asked noncommittally, "Why are you here?"

"Ah, because I practiced with Zheye for a while today..." Qingfeng immediately remembered his reason for coming, "This guy accidentally hurt his hand, so I asked if I should stop by to see if there is anyone else in the infirmary."

He scratched the back of his head and added: "At first, I wanted to say that there should be no one else, so I'll just buy a Band-Aid and put it on... Who knew I would run into you, Sakurai."

A-chan followed his words to look at Heizi, she stretched out her hand towards him, her expression was soft, and she asked irresistibly, "Where is Heizi hurt? Let me see?"

Hei Zizhe also seemed to be taken aback for a moment, he raised his hand subconsciously, and the expression on his face suddenly made one feel that he was like some kind of young and stupid animal.

Ah-chan laughed, she stretched out her hand to gently hold Heizi's wrist, and saw the scratch on the side of his palm.It looks like it was accidentally scratched while trying to grab the ball.

"Well, was it drawn by Aomine-kun?"

"Ah."

"Mr. Qingfeng will be careless," Ah Chan said with a smile, "This shows that Mr. Qingfeng is pushed by Mr. Heizi—Mr. Heizi has made progress."

Everyone in the First Army knew that although Hei Zizhe was selected into the First Army, his role was mostly as a surprise attack assistant.As a basketball player, Heizi is still far behind—he can't even shoot accurately.

What's even more strange is that every time Qingfeng trains with him, it seems that there is not much progress. The lack of progress refers to Heizi's personal ability, but during the competition, his cooperation with Qingfeng is getting better and better. tacit understanding.

For Ah Chan's compliment, Heizi replied softly: "Thank you."

He was always very polite and polite, calm and stable, without any restlessness that a boy of this age should have.After Akashi asked him to be more inconspicuous, he consciously restrained his emotions, so that no matter what he did now, he was not in a hurry, as if he was neither sad nor happy.To most people, he has almost seemed to be completely absorbed in the air.

Heizi's injury was not serious, so Qingfeng quickly found a bandage and treated the wound for him.It's just that the boy carried Ah-chan's schoolbag on his arm together with his own, and just as he helped her up from the stool, the door of the infirmary was pushed open again.

Shintaro Midorima stood at the door, his gaze rested on Aomine's hand on Ah-Chan's arm for a moment, and then he indifferently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"...I thought I forgot something." He said in an emotionless tone, "It doesn't look like I forgot anything now."