Do I like basketball?
Recently, I have been asking myself this question.
She abandoned her beautiful rest time and hurriedly ran to a broken park far away to play basketball with a little loli.
Most importantly, I was thinking that Aunt Kyoko and the goblins would be even more tired when I wasn't around.
The impression that basketball gave people was a domineering slam dunk, a fatal three-pointer, a suffocating block shot, and a body-to-body contact…Or was it a deeper level, a challenge to oneself, a challenge to the sky, or even a challenge to fate?
Then why did it attract so many people regardless of the weather? Regardless of injuries or falls, he would expend his energy to sweat and burn calories on those small courts?
Or perhaps, I'm just a pure perverted lolicon who chose to play basketball in order to watch goldfish with the little loli?
I don't know.
But I don't know when it started, but I've gotten used to coming to the small court in the park every day, repeating the mechanical shooting hundreds of times every day, and practicing with Haruko's 38-style shooting every day. I was even used to the days when Haruko wasn't around. I would also silently project by myself, silently watching as the boundary line of the sky was occupied by darkness.
It had been more than a year.
Haruko stopped coming a long time ago. Although I didn't know the reason, it really made me sad.
She must have moved, I think.
Now, I'm afraid they've even forgotten who I am.
The beauty and sadness of childhood were like the night breeze blowing through the curtains. The moonlight silently flowed into the dream and silently dissipated.
A small child still couldn't fully understand the sadness of parting. Little Qingzi is probably the same. When she grows up to be Little Qingzi in the future, our memories will also be completely buried.
Time was a mighty force that even the gods could not resist. Life, death, sickness, and old age, the vicissitudes of life, sorrow, joy, and separation. It could change a person, make them grow and age. It could also change a mountain, from a high mountain to a Haiti. Furthermore, time could even change a world.
I've started to like basketball a little since I started having perverted thoughts. However, basketball has always been an activity in my heart. It's not even a hobby.
It could be there or not. Most of the time, it was because of loneliness and physical needs.
A person, facing the scorching sun, under the illumination of the sun, squinting his eyes, moving his body time and time again, shooting the basketball. He was like a wandering soul, coldly observing his actions and feeling the changes in his heart.
Just like novels, it was also something that could allow people to immerse themselves in a certain world, but also from a superhuman point of view, or even their own two similar things.
At least, to me.
However, whether it was basketball or a novel, it still had to bend in front of life.
All the entertainment activities in the human world, including the arts, were the same. When a human's material needs were satisfied, he would want to be comforted by the spiritual world. Fictions, movies, delicacies... When their spiritual needs were satisfied to a certain extent, humans would seek higher material pursuits, spiritual pursuits, and then endless cycles of desire.
Kenta, Yota, and Yang Nano were all in kindergarten, and Little Xin was about to enter junior high school. Facing a few brats, including me, the burden on big uncle Yusuke became even heavier. Even in Japan, public primary schools did not require tuition fees and breakfast fees, but stationery, clothes, and a lot of other miscellaneous expenses. Could a small ramen restaurant really hold on?
The heavens have indeed given me a lot. A second life, allowing me to be reborn in this world, allowing me to once again appreciate the moon and the sun in my memories. With the memories of my previous life, I was more mature than many children since I was young. My grades were not lower than the top ten in my class, but in my previous life, I was a young man in my twenties. When it comes to making money, I only have one point of view.
Those who were not bosses could not earn money, and those who worked for others could not buy a house. This is my opinion.
I'm not a very smart person to begin with, and I can't learn to be like the main characters in novels. I'll be like a tiger, and I'll be like a king, and then I'll be rich and have a lot of beautiful women.
How could he save this family? Although they could still hold on for now, what would happen to this family if something unexpected happened?
That's why I hate accidents. That's because every time an accident happens, you always have to bear the pressure, blame, and consequences. Even though such thoughts were childish.
I also hate being sick.
He still remembered that when his younger sister was sick, the cost of seeing a doctor had cost him a month's worth of food. For the next month, there were only some leftover ingredients from the ramen restaurant left on the dining table. I didn't want Uncle Yusuke and Aunt Kyoko to worry about us, so I didn't even say anything.
One day this month. During dinner.
"Brother, why do you have ramen every day?”Xiao Xin's eyes stared at the ramen on the table. Even if I spent countless efforts to change the taste every day, in the end, I was only left with the choice of barbecued pork or eggs. In fact, no matter what kind of food it was, eating too much would make one sick of it.
"..." I couldn't say anything on the spot. I felt my eyes swell up, as if something was about to fall out.
"Why? I don't want to eat ramen anymore.”Xiao Xin protested a little, but when she saw my expression, the young her seemed to understand something and silently picked up her chopsticks.
I really wanted to reply," Hey, my beloved sister, how about we eat premium beef tomorrow?”
But in the end, I just silently ate my noodles.
I don't like lying. People say that lying is to not hurt the other person. In my previous life, I thought the same way for a period of time.
In order to complete his work more conveniently, he avoided his responsibilities. In order to save face, in order not to waste time... There were many, many things.
However, I can't lie to a child, especially my sister. Do you want me to say that it's because I helped her treat her illness that the family can't open up anymore?
"Yay! Finally, it's not ramen anymore."
"Yes, you have to eat more."
The next day, I did something that the Goblins would definitely kill me if they found out. I secretly reduced the amount of barbecued pork and beef for the customers and stuffed the rest into the prepared food boxes. Then, I went home and made one dish after another that was filled with meat.
From that day on, I told myself that I would never allow myself to get sick.
If I'm sick, I'll just ignore it and not even take medicine. If it's leukemia, AIDS, cancer, leukemia, or something like that, I'll just secretly die.
I'm not joking.
Of course, the corneas, kidneys, and livers on his body had to be sold.
I don't know when, but the setting sun poured down once again. In the small court of Yagi Park, I could see the grid-shaped, orange-colored sea through the barbed wire. The sparkling water and the gentle sea breeze interrupted my thoughts.
He had to continue working hard today! I stood up and prepared to go home.
A figure entered my eyes.
"Little brat, do you want to fight one-on-one?" The young man with the spiky head kept throwing basketballs with his right hand, his eyes arrogant.
After he finished speaking, he took the ball, bent his knees, and jumped. His entire movement was clean and neat, and even the moment he made his move was perfect.
The basketball also shot into the net from outside the three-point line.
"Isn't Hisashi Mii amazing?" The cocky young man rubbed his nose. The bright smile on his face was very sunny and also very annoying.
So I picked up the ball from under my body and deliberately walked to the center line.
Perhaps the distance between them and the basket would make everyone fall into a trance. But for the two of us, there was no gap between me and the basketball and the basket.
I believe that as long as I make a move, as long as I make a move.
The weight of the basketball will give me a sense of texture. It was still the same three-eight shooting style.
The direction of his fingers was correct. The curves of his knees and waist were just right.
He watched the ball with his eyes, giving it strength.
"Swoosh!"
"Actually, it's just so-so." I walked to his side and looked at him indifferently. Then, I spoke indifferently.
Finally I want to turn around lightly, not knowing him,
Was it allowed?
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