[Comprehensive] Perfect Raiders

Her smile is like the sweetest jam in the world, even if she just purses her lips and smiles lightly, it reveals a gorgeous and sweet alluring aroma.

Her red lips were plump and soft, embellishing her snow-white and moist face with a touch of brilliance, her eyes were moist and crystal clear, full of bright stars shining clearly under the trembling eyelashes.

The boy wearing glasses looked at the girl standing in front of him with a gaze that was almost focused. From her beautiful hair hanging behind her to her stretched slender fingers, she seemed to be a perfect creation that came out of the artist's pen .

He was quite sure that he had never seen her, and if he had, he would not forget such a person.

In the end, his eyes rested on the jacket of the Teiko school uniform, and the clear school logo was embroidered on the girl's chest, confirming the legitimacy of the uniform.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the green-haired and blue-eyed boy was silent for a while and reached out to hold Suzuki Suzuka. He didn't cling to Suzuki Suzuka's palm, but just clasped his fingers together as a handshake gesture.

The boy's fingers were slender but not slender, and each knuckle was stretched out with firm strength. When he grasped it and squeezed it slightly, Suzuki Suzuka's hand was completely wrapped in it.The girl's soft and slender fingers stuck to the back of his hand, delicate and smooth but somewhat cold, this strange touch surprised the boy, just as he was about to let go, Suzuki Suzuka withdrew his hand faster than him.

The soft and creamy touch quickly glides over the sensitive palm, arousing a slight tingling sensation.

Pursing his lips, he tried his best to suppress the weird feeling in his heart. After calming down, he looked at Suzuki Suzuka again. The other party had already introduced himself, and he should introduce himself, so the boy relaxed his stubborn and straight lips. .

"Midorima Shintaro."

Even though he just said his name indifferently, Suzuki Suzuka smiled even more brightly, "Hello, Midorima-kun."

Seeing that the other party's eyebrows were a little loose, Suzuki Suzuka tilted her head slightly and asked tentatively: "Is it true that you can't borrow books now?"

"No." Although the girl's eyes looked more lovable because of more expectations, Midorima Shintaro still rejected her in a cold tone, but there were still some soft unknown things spreading in his heart, which made Midorima Shintaro slowed down, "You can come back tomorrow."

"Mr. Midori is a librarian?"

Leaning her upper body forward suddenly, Suzuki Suzuka approached the boy slightly, her way of asking questions was soft and gentle, with obvious curiosity, which not only did not make people feel offensive, but also felt joyful because she cared.

Midorima Shintaro straightened his body uncomfortably, he wanted to take a step back, but felt that this would make him look shy, so he shook his head half sideways, not looking directly at Suzuki Suzuka's approaching face.

The girl pondered for a while and didn't ask Midorima Shintaro about such rude questions as why she was not an administrator, why she was still here, and what qualifications she had to discipline others. She backed off, which made Midorima Shintaro slightly relieved.

She raised her hand and pinned the hair scattered on her cheeks to her ears. Seeing the girl's exposed face, Midorima Shintaro couldn't help imagining Suzuki Suzuka's hair tied up. She smiled and said, "You will Will it be here too?"

After a pause, Midorima Shintaro changed his mind between opening his mouth and making a sound. He retracted what he originally wanted to say, and instead answered Suzuki Suzuka: "Yes."

So the girl raised her red lips and deepened her smile. She raised her eyes and blinked lightly at Midorima Shintaro. The clear and bright pupils reflected the light in the light, which was so beautiful that she said, "Then I will see you tomorrow." Come again."

She finished this sentence with a smile, then turned and left.

It wasn't until her figure completely disappeared from the library that Midorima Shintaro realized that it was a farewell and a promise.

Driven by an inexplicable mood, Midorima Shintaro returned to the bookshelf where Suzuki Suzuka was standing before, and he scanned the rows of books that were placed close together.There are more books on this side than on the opposite side. He was on the opposite side just now, and there was a distance between one row of books and another row of books, so he could directly see Suzuki Suzuka pull out the books from the opposite side.

He quickly found the book that Suzuki Suzuka wanted to take out. Out of curiosity, Midorima Shintaro took out the book and flipped through it roughly. The hollowed-out cursive characters reflected the peacock green under the cover. Title page——?

A huge question mark almost covered the entire book. Turning over the book in his hand, Shintaro Midorima saw the real title of the book printed on the spine: "Secret".

At this time, Midorima Shintaro suddenly thought that he forgot to ask a very important thing - why Suzuki Suzuka is here, she should not be a student of Teiko Middle School.

When talking to her, Midorima Shintaro always wanted to ask her, but as soon as Suzuki Suzuka changed the topic, he subconsciously followed her question to answer her, completely forgetting about the identity inquiry.

Putting the book back in its original place, Midorima Shintaro began to be troubled by those entangled thoughts.

Who is she.

"Akashi?"

Wiping the sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, Aomine Daiki didn't expect to see Akashi Seijuro at this time, he stopped in the corridor outside, "You shouldn't be too busy with the student union Now."

He raised his chin casually as a greeting: "Did you forget something?"

Unlike Aomine Daiki's sweat-soaked sports attire, the red-haired boy standing at the entrance was wearing a Teiko uniform properly, with a calm expression and demeanor that looked like an elite.After a pause, Akashi Seijuro shook his head, "No, I'm just here to take a look."

This is what I don’t want to say. Although they are both first-year students who joined the first-year team of the Teiko Basketball Club, Aomine Daiki and Akashi are not very familiar with each other. Usually, Akashi Seijuro and another first-year first-year army, Shintaro Midorima, go together. Getting closer, so Qingfeng Dahui raised his hand knowingly, "Then I'll go first."

"Aomine." To Aomine Daiki's surprise, Akashi Seijuro stopped him: "Are you training here these days?"

Raising his hand and scratching the back of his head, Aomine Daiki replied to Akashi, "It's not considered extra training, I'm giving special training to others now."

"Then did you see..."

Halfway through the speech, Akashi Seijuro stopped talking again, and he changed his words: "Forget it, it's nothing."

Confounded by Akashi Seijuro's strange attitude, Aomine Daiki couldn't help asking, "Hey, are you okay Akashi?" Today Akashi Seijuro is a bit weird, although his performance in the basketball club is still very good. Strong, but Aomine just felt a little weird.

"By the way, Akashi." Thinking of something, Aomine Daiki invited him, "I'm taking it with me now. Although his innate condition is not very good, his enthusiasm can be made up for by hard work the day after tomorrow. How about you Let's take a look, help me think of a training plan?"

Hearing Aomine Daiki say that his congenital conditions were not very good, Akashi Seijuro was not very interested. He sighed apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have something to do today, next time."

Until Akashi Seijuro walked away, Aomine Daiki still felt a little strange. When he returned to the basketball court, Kuroko Tetsu was still dribbling the ball. When he walked in, Kuroko Tetsu also patted the ball and passed it to him. But Aomine Daiki hooked the ball with his extended hand.

"Take a break." He held the basketball in his arms and patted it. "Overtraining will have the opposite effect."

Sitting side by side with Aomine Daihui on the side bench, Hei Zizhe also took a big sip of water. After drinking, he lowered his head and wiped his mouth, "Aomine-kun, hasn't Suzuki-san come back yet?"

Hei Zizhe also mentioned it suddenly, and Qingfeng Dahui's expression changed a little bit, he turned his head to hide his concern, "Don't worry, the school is only such a big place and you won't get lost."

In this way, it is self-evident who is worried.However, Hei Zizhe didn't expose the other party's duplicity, he frowned slightly, "Mr. Qingfeng, I don't think Suzuki-san belongs to Teiko..."

"It's too slow!" Qingfeng Dahui stood up from the bench, he was originally a character who couldn't sit still, and of course he would become more impatient after waiting for so long, "How far is it from here to the library?" Ah, you've been gone for so long."

There was no reason for his anger, but Suzuki Suzuka answered naturally, "Sorry, sorry."

Seeing Suzuki Suzuka approaching with a smile, Aomine Daiki suddenly lost his temper. After venting his boredom, the girl's gentle response made him feel a little guilty.

Unable to hold back an apology, and unable to think of what to say, Aomine Daiki simply threw the basketball in his hand to Suzuki Suzuka. Catch the basketball.

The basketball is much bigger than a tennis ball. Suzuki Suzuka can completely cover her face by lifting the orange ball with both hands. She tilts her head to reveal her face from behind the basketball.

Even Kuroko Tetsuya, who was worried, felt a little funny seeing Suzuki Suzuka doing this. He relaxed, and soft and delicate emotions quietly emerged from the cloud of suspicion, spreading in the bottom of his heart.

"Aomine-kun." Suzuki Suzuka didn't know why Aomine Daiki threw the ball to her, "What's wrong?"

Kuroko Tetsu was already very tired, but Aomine Daiki still had a lot of energy left. He walked to Suzuki Suzuka from the edge of the basketball court, "What's the point of watching training every day? If you are so interested in basketball, then I might as well Teach me one more time."

Seeing that Suzuki Suzuka didn't respond, Aomine Daiki confirmed to her again nervously: "Want to learn?"

His pretentiousness was quite successful before, and his indifferent relaxed and loose attitude had a strange sense of maturity, but this extra question destroyed all the pretense and revealed the boy's true thoughts.

"Mr. Heizi, do you mind having one more companion?"

Seeing that Hei Zizhe shook his head indifferently, Suzuki Suzuka laughed again, "Okay."

Hearing that Suzuki Suzuka agreed, Aomine Daiki completely relaxed, freed from the tense state, and the joy of being able to touch Suzuki Suzuka openly became even stronger.

Although Aomine Daiki's basketball strength is very strong, he is still a novice in basketball teaching, and his own talent is too strong, so it is difficult to apply his own experience to others.But he mastered it very quickly. After training Heizi Tetsuya, Aomine Daiki knew how to teach others.

"How much do you know?"

Aomine Daiki first had to know Suzuki Suzuka's basics of basketball, which was different from Kuroko Tetsu. He was originally a member of the basketball club and knew the basic rules and operations, but Suzuki Suzuka didn't necessarily understand.

"Not at all." The girl shook her head slightly, and she quickly answered Qingfeng's question: "But I have watched NBA games and know a little about the rules."

"Then which basketball player do you like?" Aomine Daiki muttered in a low voice, he spoke so softly that Suzuki Suzuka couldn't hear clearly.

"what?"

"Well, I mean, can you dribble?"

"I know how to shoot. I learned it on TV." The girl didn't just answer Aomine Daiki's question blindly. She blinked at Aomine Daiki, "Would you like to watch it?"

Hearing that Suzuki Suzuka wanted to show off, Kuroko Tetsu also raised his head and looked into the arena.

He didn't object, Suzuki Suzuka bent her slender legs, opened her left foot, and stepped forward with her right foot. The girl held the basketball and leaned it on her right shoulder. After aiming, she straightened her white elbow and pulled Straighten the bent body, and transmit the force from the jumping toes to the bent and thrown wrist.

After a series of unbelievably standard and graceful gestures, Suzuki Suzuka threw the basketball smoothly, and the way she took off and stretched her arms seemed to be dancing.

The girl's hair and skirt are flying, and every frame is as beautiful as a frozen artwork.

If it wasn't for the basketball falling straight down from midair after drawing a perfect parabola, the surprise of Aomine Daiki and Kuroko Tetsuya might have lasted longer.

"Ah, I'm weak." The girl raised her right arm for throwing the ball and looked at it carefully. She didn't forget that this hand was injured.

After enduring it for a long time, Qingfeng Dahui still couldn't hold back a sneer from his mouth: "Poof——"

"Haha, is there any mistake? You look even more funny when you are so calm." After laughing a few times, Aomine Daiki thought that he should take Suzuki Suzuka's self-esteem into consideration, so he stiffly made some comments, " Well, the posture is pretty standard, but girls have less strength, so it's easier to shoot with both hands... Hahaha."

Heizi Tetsuya also had a smile on his face, but he was not as exaggerated as Aomine Daiki.

"Mr. Qingfeng."

Suzuki Suzuka called Aomine Daiki again, Aomine ignored her and still laughed loudly, so the girl approached him, she bent her knees and squatted down halfway, so that Suzuki Suzuka could see Aomine Daiki bent over laughing Fai's face.

The girl leaned forward and raised her head, that delicate and gorgeous face was only one centimeter away from Aomine Dahui. Suddenly, the originally loud laughter stopped as if the pause button was pressed. For a moment, Aomine Daiki even forgot that he should react.

When she opened her red lips slightly, Aomine Daiki could even feel Suzuki Suzuka's breath, "Aomine-kun!"

"Wow--!"

Terrified, Aomine Daiki leaned back abruptly, and he almost fell to the floor in shame because of his unstable center of gravity. Fortunately, his motor nerves were developed, and he took a few steps back in time to stabilize his body. "You, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Aomine Daiki's terrified appearance, Suzuki Suzuka smiled as if he had succeeded in revenge, "I just want to know, what is Aomine-kun laughing at?"

He blushed all over his face, and the blush melted on his dark skin, and it was still very obvious under the light. Afterwards, Aomine Dahui almost yelled: "Then you can't ask directly!"

"I wanted to ask, but Aomine-kun ignored me." She complained like a coquettish, Aomine Dahui couldn't get angry at all, and he couldn't be angry at all.

This is too foul, Suzuki Suzuka said it as if she also cared about Aomine Daiki, whether it was like that or not, she gave this signal, Aomine Daiki couldn't help imagining that.

Aomine Daiki, favorability: 50.

Suzuki Suzuka walked over, Aomine Daiki's heart twitched, being moved by her every move, but the girl bypassed him and walked to the place where the basketball fell.

At some point, Kuroko Tetsuya had already gone there to pick up the dropped basketball. Suzuki Suzuka stood beside Kuroko Tetsuya. She raised her eyes to look at the basketball hoop hanging on a high place in front of her, and stretched out her hand to gesture. When asked about the distance from the point where the ball landed to the basketball frame, "There is still a long way to go."

Hearing Suzuki Suzuka's sigh, Heizi Tetsu also softened his brows and eyes. He calmly comforted her, flat and gentle, "If the posture is standard, at least you don't have to learn it from scratch."

"I can't even touch the hoop with my basketball."

The thin boy turned his head to look at Suzuki Suzuka, "But the shot is beautiful."

The girl asked for his opinion: "Really?"

"Really." Hei Zizhe also nodded seriously, "Very beautiful."

In the end, he was actually not sure whether he was praising Suzuki Suzuka's pitching posture or Suzuki Suzuka himself.

She is indeed good-looking, so she looks good in everything she does.

Heizi Tetsuya, favorability: 30.

When handing the ball to Suzuki Suzuka, Kuroko Tetsu also tentatively touched the girl's fingers. The soft and smooth touch was transmitted from the fingertips to his brain and heart. The brain felt cold, but the heart felt hot.

He felt helpless and a little relieved about himself, and Hei Zizhe also found it funny, how could he have such a ridiculous idea, for a few seconds, when he was thinking about Suzuki Suzuka's identity, he even began to doubt her human identity.

"That, Ada. Linghua...she seems to be a ghost."

Listening to Aomine Daiki talking about meeting Suzuki Suzuka again yesterday, Momoi Itsuki's face changed, her face was stiff, she didn't have the heart to listen to what was going on, until Aomine Daiki stopped, she lowered her voice and said said that sentence.

"Huh?" Qingfeng Dahui raised his eyebrows, "Don't make trouble, you haven't played enough, May."

Seeing that Aomine Daiki didn't believe it, Momoi Wuyue grimaced, "I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

"Does she only appear at night? Besides, her face changed as soon as she walked to the school gate that day. Even if she had to wait for someone to pick her up, she didn't step out of the school gate. Isn't that strange!" Momoi Wuyue With a dignified expression, he listed out the details to Qingfeng Dahui, "I took her hand, it was cold..."

"Okay, okay." Qingfeng Dahui stretched out his hand and waved it, "Stop talking, you've made me crazy, please, find a boyfriend or something else. You guys will arrive every day What are you thinking about tonight?"

"There are no transfer students at all."

"what?"

Momoi Wuyue fixed her face, "I asked, and there are no transfer students in all grades and classes. She said that she lied to us by transferring."

"Hey……"

"You did this?"

His slender, bony fingers tapped on a financial newspaper laid flat on the table. It is extremely rare for such a serious newspaper to publish a photo of an idol star.

The title in bold bold typeface reads: The Resurrection of the Kurosaki Zaibatsu?Wall Street invests in a new dark horse!

This week's world is progressing faster, so this is much faster than Suzuki Suzuka expected, the girl snorted lazily: "Maybe?"

Suzuki Suzuka leaned on the soft sofa and stretched her body, but the man sitting next to her was tall and straight, and the standard was exactly the same as sitting in the office. Moved to the doctor's private area, his restraint still reminds Suzuki Suzuka of that cold office.

"Apart from me, have you really received mental patients?"

The private space was being unceremoniously invaded by the girl, and she was still challenging his professional ability, but the man calmly took a sip of the coffee next to the newspaper, "Hundreds of clinical studies, less surgeries than I have done. "

The word he used was research, not diagnosis and treatment. Suzuki Suzuka twitched the corners of her mouth, and the girl leaned over after he put the coffee back on the table. She lay on the man's shoulder, playing with the cup he put on the coffee table Right hand finger, "So, it's because your hand hurt?"

"No." He calmly let Suzuki Suzuka play with her, and even held her with his right hand. From ten years ago to ten years later, his fingers are still slender, but the knuckles have become thicker and more powerful , he was well maintained, Suzuki Suzuka found no calluses.

"Why is that, Doctor Midorima?"

Realizing that it was impossible for him to read a newspaper quietly under the interruption of Suzuki Suzuka, Midorima Shintaro sighed and put away the newspaper. He moved the coffee to a distance so that Suzuki Suzuka would not touch it accidentally.

He pulled Suzuki Suzuka's right hand and let her lean against his chest. Midorima Shintaro pressed from the girl's palm to her cool fingertips, and then touched her elbow from the opposite direction.

"Injured?"

Behind the lens, the man's green eyes became deep in the reflection, he simply hugged Suzuki Suzuka and sat on his lap, which surprised the girl.

She always saw Shintaro Midorima in a white coat. Although he was tall, the image of an optician doctor would always produce some gentle and weak stereotypes. He passed a hand under Suzuki Suzuka's armpit like this Suzuki Suzuka was very surprised to be able to support the girl's whole body.

"Can't repair itself?"

The girl grunted: "It's almost better."

"Too slow, too light, too weak."

These concise comments were all negative, Suzuki Suzuka snorted softly.

Shintaro Midorima ignored the girl's complaints. He lowered his thick eyelashes and looked at her arm. Suzuki Suzuka couldn't help wondering, could he repair himself?

"pain!"

She was still thinking, when a force suddenly pressed somewhere on her arm, and Suzuki Suzuka cried out subconsciously.

He didn't massage Suzuki Suzuka's hand with his hand, Midorima Shintaro just put his hand on it, but a force passed under Suzuki Suzuka's skin, causing her to feel sharp pain.

"Endure it." Midorima Shintaro lowered his voice slightly, but it was of no use.

Fortunately, everything ended quickly. As soon as the pain was over, Suzuki Suzuka wanted to withdraw his hand from Midorima Shintaro, but once he pressed it, the girl couldn't break free.

Feeling a little displeased with the girl's ungratefulness, Midorima Shintaro frowned, "I'm treating you."

"Then maybe, Dr. Midorima can tell me in advance, or anesthetize me directly to block the pain." Suzuki Suzuka refuted the man holding her in his arms quite confidently.

Midorima Shintaro frowned, he probably really indulged Suzuki Suzuka too much, she would always be so presumptuous in front of him.It was the same in the past, at the beginning she would smile softly and beautifully, understanding and considerate, then she would become unreasonable, capricious, extremely hateful, but very cute.

He couldn't blame Suzuki Suzuka.

The girl's skin was already very white, but now it has lost its color due to the pain just now, and it is terribly pale. Midorima Shintaro gave birth to a bit of affection, and together with the beating heart of liking, he lost again. Suzuki Suzuka was given.

"Okay." He whispered, Midorima Shintaro stroked her hair gently with his slender fingers, "Just this once, I can grant your wish. What do you want?"

"...Then how did you fall in love with me?" Suzuki Suzuka sat in his arms and turned around halfway, her soft body pressed against Midorima Shintaro's chest, and two slender legs twisted on his thigh, " That's all I want to know."

The man's sitting body tensed, he put his hand on the girl's shoulder and forcefully turned her back.

"I won't help you cheat." His voice became hoarse and dark.

Suzuki Suzuka noticed it, so she calmed down and stopped making trouble. She was a little hesitant, but she still mustered up the courage to propose the real goal, "..." I think I can live without the target.

She was sure she said it clearly, but the voice disappeared in the air, and there was nothing.

Sensing Suzuki Suzuka's depression, Midorima Shintaro embraced her, "What's wrong?"

"Then I don't have anything I want." The girl obeyed his strength and fell back into Midorima Shintaro's arms, closing her eyes gently, and the man hugged her tightly, as if she had obtained an extremely precious gift. Like a treasure.

Feeling his body getting hotter and hotter, Suzuki Suzuka opened her eyes again, she turned her head and whispered in Midorima Shintaro's ear: "I thought about it, Doctor Midorima..."

"what?"

She turned around and knelt with her legs apart on either side of Midorima's thighs, then Suzuki Suzuka lowered her head, and she kissed his cold glasses almost making Midorima think she had kissed his eyes.

"I want to grow up one day, can I?"