Mirror Flowers and Water Moon in the Black Basket

Luosan’s dressing room was silent.

Almost everyone is hanging their heads.

Gangli, Yasha, Thunder Beast, they sat silently in their places without saying a word.

Why did they team up in the first place?

Is it because the conditions offered by Naksan are attractive?

Of course not, with their strength, no matter which basketball giants they go to, they can get the highest treatment.

What really brings them together boils down to their desire to win.

They were suppressed by Diguang for two whole years, and almost every single one of them was brutally beaten by Diguang and Miracle Generation.

That’s why they want to turn over and team up against the Miracle Generation.

They don’t like the title of the five generals at all, because the five generals still have the word no crown before them.

It now looks like losing again.

Their reluctance and depression were engraved on their faces, but Akaji seemed to be invisible.

Even his eyes seemed to be dead, staring at the floor godlessly, trapped in his own world, unable to come out for a long time.

When Dai Chihiro saw it, he couldn’t get angry.

He is the least existential player on this team.

Not only does it not have a sense of existence in itself, but it also has no sense of existence in the status of the team.

Akaji even used him as a show-off prop.

Dai Chihiro has no complaints, the reason why he joined Naksan again is, in the end, he just doesn’t want to leave regrets for his high school career.

He is quite satisfied with his current self.

At least be able to play, and be watched hard, even if only on the court.

Existence has meaning.

But what does such a picture mean now?

“You should almost stop at that!”

Well?

The calm in the dressing room was broken, and Derenxun startled everyone as soon as she spoke.

This guy, who was given a new life by Akaji, actually yelled at Akaji like this?

How dare he?!

Dai Qianxun ignored it and said coldly, “After saying so many great things and proclaiming yourself king, what are you doing now?” I have never seen such an incompetent king~. ”

“Are you the eldest miss, you have been sitting there motionless since just now, are you waiting for the comfort of your teammates?”

“Who would do that kind of thing, in other words, are you really Seijuro Akaji.”

Are you really Seijuro Akaji?

This simple sentence is like turning on some switch.

Akaji, who seemed to be a pool of stagnant water, finally reacted.

What is he saying?

Of course I’m Seijuro Akaji!

He wanted to tell Dai Chihiro loudly, moved his lips, but couldn’t say a word.

Then, his consciousness fell into the deepest spiritual world.

It’s a half-black, half-white world.

He stood where the light shone, and in the dark part in front of him sat a Akaji who looked the same as himself!

“You….”

“Long time no see, Seijuro Akaji.”

It’s a strange experience.

It’s as if you’re saying hello to yourself.

Time seemed to stop flowing, and there was only a half-black and half-white world in front of him, and two Akaji Seijuro.

Fragments of memory came back together at this point and flooded into his brain.

That was the past he had received as the sole heir of the Akaji Foundation, an elite education he had received since he was a child. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

He was born above all people, but he never felt happy.

The only thing that made him feel warm in his childhood was his mother’s love and encouragement.

The only pleasure was the first gift his mother gave him.

Since then, Akaji has forged a lifelong bond with basketball.

Mother, basketball.

These two things were the only spiritual sustenance of his childhood, the source of his ability to adhere to his father’s cruel education.

Until the death of his mother.

The picture freezes on a gray photograph, where his mother is smiling at herself.

But Akaji’s smile seemed to be stripped away.

The motivation that supported him was taken away, and the great thrill split his complete personality in two.

Since then, the reason why he plays basketball has become that his mother likes to watch him play.

And then:

He came to Teiguō and met Ran, Aomine, Midorima, Shiihara, Huangse, Kuroko, and Momoi.

He found the joy of basketball here, or rather something he had been chasing since he was a kid.

Friend!

Generation Miracle is special to Akaji.

Not because their talents are enough to rival their own.

It was because they had fought together in Diguang and had a happy time that Akaji had never had.

Friends are the most valuable things he gained from basketball during that time.

All the way to…..

“If I can win the game, then I won’t come to training in the future.”

“Hey, little Ziyuan, don’t be so willful!”

“What a joke!”

It was a conversation between Shibara, Huangse, Midorima, and Momoi, and he has not forgotten it to this day.

“It was from that time that I was afraid that I would lose everything again, so I chose to hide and hide here.” Akaji in the darkness spoke slowly.

The tone was no longer fearful, and it seemed to have been relieved.

“That’s right, as long as you hide here, don’t move, just sit there, I will win everything as always, absolute victory!”

Akaji yelled at himself.

It’s a very weird picture.

The former Akaji chose to hide because of fear, releasing a stronger personality, dominating everything, maintaining the “unity” of the miracle generation, so that everyone can always be together.

Now, the cowardly self seems to have grown up, but the self that should have been extremely strong has fallen into new fears.

“Yes, even if I (Wang Zhao’s) are concerned, I probably can’t defeat Lan Ran.”

Akaji slowly got up and walked out of the darkness.

The other Akaji kept backing away, as if he would disappear when the other person walked out.

“But I’m starting to understand why Platinum Farming Coach chose Blue Dyeing in the first place.”

“We received the best education from a young age, because we loved to play basketball, and my father could easily build a state-of-the-art arena at home and receive the best training.”

“Lan Ran is different, he can only go to the field to practice, and he may have to worry about whether it will rain today.”

Akaji smiled, his tone was envious, and he slowly walked out, half of his body shining with light.

“He lives authentically and plays to be the best player.”

“And I, although I don’t have to dream of becoming the best player, but from today on, I will also play frankly for my friends.”