I really don’t want to play basketball

Tokyo, Japan.

A room in an upscale apartment building.

The morning sunlight shone in through the unobstructed floor-to-ceiling windows, making the eyelids of the boy lying on the bed tremble.

“Hmm… So bright! ”

The boy whispered, he opened his sleepy hazy eyes and glanced sideways at the window from his pillow.

The curtains were placed safely on both sides of the window, not dazzling, but bright enough sunlight to enter and exit the teenager’s room.

“Alas… I forgot to pull the curtains~”

The teenager muttered half-asleep, then stood up, revealing a loose cartoon pajamas with a Pikachu printed on it.

He skillfully opened the door of the room, walked with swaying steps, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he knew that he was still confused.

After opening the door, directly in front of the teenager was the door of another room, and the teenager did not hesitate at all, so he opened the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the room, the light darkened significantly.

The shutters pulled down are a good way to prevent sunlight.

And this room is obviously a bedroom, and a bulging double bed in it indicates that someone is sleeping soundly.

The teenager approached, fell on the bed, and then grabbed the quilt on the original owner of the bed, and pulled it all on himself.

In the blink of an eye, the figure that was originally curled up under the quilt has been exposed to the air, and the original teenager is a dove occupying the magpie’s nest, wrapping all the quilts around his body, looking like a caterpillar that has always been bigger.

And the figure exposed to the air, still wearing cool house clothes, black vests, white underwear, fair skin, slender figure, perhaps feeling the sudden disappearance of warm bedding, the figure shrank his limbs slightly.

Looking up, she had long loose black hair and a delicate face, and she looked to be in her early twenties, but in fact, she was already twenty-nine years old and dozens of months old.

And in front of such a woman full of strength and charm of Sleeping Beauty, our teenager not only wrapped the quilt on his body, but also reached out and pushed the latter two handfuls, the force is not small at all.

“Naa, sister Masako, I’m hungry!” The boy muttered with his eyes closed, and the hand placed on the woman’s body did not mean to withdraw it in the slightest.

“……”

As the teenager pushed, Masako Araki, who was still sleeping, frowned beautifully, and she opened her eyes faintly and yawned.

“Well, it’s dead, boy.” Masako Araki frowned, pushed away the boy’s arm that was somewhere in his place, and said, “If you are hungry, go cook by yourself!” ”

The boy closed his eyes and pouted and waved his hand in dissatisfaction, muttering for a while, but because the voice was too low, Masako Araki didn’t hear what he was saying.

Anyway, it’s roughly “Ah, it’s too cold to get out of the bed”, “It’s very troublesome to cook, I don’t want it”, “I still have to sleep back in the cage, so please forgive me for refusing” and so on.

“Gee.” Masako Araki was stunned, looking at the boy who seemed to be sleeping again next to him wrapped in all the quilts.

The boy’s face under the loose bangs is calm and comfortable, and the subtle curve of the corner of his mouth shows that this guy has a very good quality of sleep.

“Stinky little ghost, come to find something for my aunt to do again, it’s just annoying and annoying!” Masako Araki scratched her hair and complained unpleasantly, she reached out and pinched the boy’s face, then stood up and walked out of the room.

……

Masako Araki, a former all-Japan basketball women’s representative, is now retired, and is sitting as a basketball coach in Yangquan High School, a powerful high school famous for basketball, and is tall and outstanding, but as a coach, she is very strict and serious.

Well, but because I had experienced a period of time as a bad girl before, my strength and temper were not very approachable.

It is estimated that this is also the reason why she did not marry until she was in her thirties… Well, twenty-nine years and a few months, this is Masako Araki’s own statement, as for the end zero months, it is unknown.

And the boy’s name is Hikoichi Araki.

Hikoichi became an orphan because he lost his parents in an accident when he was a child, and there were no other relatives around, but even when he was young, Hikoichi had already shown physical qualities far beyond ordinary people, so he was discovered by Masako Araki and adopted by the way.

Because the age difference is not as old as the mother and son should have, in the column of the guardian, the relationship between the two is written as a sister and brother.

However, although they are sisters and brothers, in Masako Araki’s opinion, it is almost like raising a child.

……

More than half an hour later.

Araki Hikoichi, who had changed into a brand new school uniform, sat at the dining table, and in front of him was a breakfast that did not look very good.

The omelette is slightly overdone, so it has a sporadic burnt black, and the bread is baked for a short time, and you can feel the coldness inside when you bite into it.

After all, you can’t expect a single older woman to add too much to her cooking, otherwise she can’t be a single older young woman.

Masako Araki sat directly opposite Hikoichi, her slender right leg on the other leg, seemingly careless, but her eyes were still slightly looking at Hikoichi’s reaction.

However, Hikoichi didn’t seem to feel the slightest problem with breakfast, and ate it with relish at the table.

Serious eyes, pursed lips, oil stains and breadcrumbs on the corners of the mouth.

“Cut, little ghost, pay attention to your own image!”

Masako Araki smacked her lips unpleasantly, her long legs trembled, then stood up, pulled out a few tissues and threw them in front of Hikoichi.

“Don’t get your uniform dirty, today is your day of school!”

“Hi~got it~”

Araki took the tissue and wiped it on his mouth.

Then he pushed the dinner plate, looked at Masako Araki in front of him with big bright eyes and said, “Sister Masako, I’m full.” ”

“Get me my bag when you’re full, bastard!” Looking at Araki Hikoichi sitting on the chair with big eyes and still leisurely appearance, Araki Masako’s face was slightly red, but then he raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

“Oh.” Arakihiko smashed the bar and smashed his mouth, then stood up and left the living room.

Looking at Hikoichi who obediently went to get her school bag, Masako Araki sighed, she took her car keys and brought the bento she had prepared for Hikoichi, she didn’t expect Araki Hikoichi to remember these things herself.

How to say it~

Masako Araki rubbed her forehead.

Hikoichi, this little guy, seems to be a little too cute from any point of view.

This guy is a complete natural boy!