I really don’t want to play basketball

Yosen High School is located in the southeast of Saitama Prefecture, Japan, not far from Tokyo, of course, if the distance is far, Masako Araki will be busy moving this summer.

So after arriving at the school at this moment, after Araki Hikoichi and Momoi May finished reporting, they went directly to the teacher’s office to find Masako Araki, and Araki Hikoichi, who was invited to enroll as the school, naturally had enough privileges.

Although Araki Hikoichi joined Yosen High School because of Masako Araki, Masako Araki still invited Araki Hikoichi as a representative of the school.

After all, the invitation from the school can provide a lot of convenience to Araki Hikoichi, and there is really no reason to refuse this kind of beneficial thing.

So while the other freshmen were preparing to attend the annual freshman entrance welcome ceremony, Hikoichi Araki and May Momoi had already arrived at the basketball club of Yoizumi High School under the leadership of Masako Araki.

In fact, Yangquan High School is half church school and half private school, so the school building is full of Western style.

Even the gymnasium, where the basketball department is located, has a distinctly Western color.

Walking through the door, Araki saw the players training in the basketball club.

At a glance.

So high.

This was Araki’s first impression.

Because Araki Hikoichi’s own height already belongs to the level of standing out, even when he was in Teiguo Middle School, in addition to Atsushi Shihara, that is, Araki Hikoichi was the tallest, but even so, in the basketball department of Yangquan Middle School, Araki Hikoichi still had the idea of being tall, which is enough to explain what level the height of Yangquan Middle School is.

“Snap”

With a burst of clapping of hands from Masako Araki, it attracted the attention of everyone in the basketball club.

“Assemble!” Masako Araki gave an order, and the entire basketball club moved.

It was as if the army was about to be reviewed by the chief, and in less than a minute, all the members of the basketball club stood in two rows in front of Masako Araki.

Masako Araki, on the other hand, looked down at the time, and then casually picked up the bamboo sword that she didn’t know where to take out and put it on her shoulder, and said with a smile: “Well, this time there was no timeout, and the performance was good.” ”

Looking at Masako Araki’s smile, the members of Yangquan High School were visibly relieved.

However, at this moment, Araki Hikoichi and Momoi May are still standing next to Masako Araki, so the two of them stand face to face with all the basketball team members, which naturally attracts everyone’s attention.

“Eh, there are two raw faces eh~ Is it a new student?” In the crowd, a senior student did not squint, but poked his friend next to him with his hand and whispered.

“Then how do I know!” The poked friend squinted at a senior student, “But I heard that our school seems to have invited a miracle era player from Diguang Middle School, maybe a boy, but that girl really has no clue…”

“Well,” muttered the member who spoke at the beginning, “but the captain should know something.” ”

But as his muttering ended, he saw Masako Araki’s smiling face in front of him.

“Naw, what were you talking about, can you tell me about it?” Masako Araki said with a smile.

But with the slight curve of the bamboo sword on her shoulder, the basketball team member clearly felt that her life was threatened.

“Oh, coach, I, I didn’t speak…” the member defended weakly.

“Brush”

The bamboo sword slashed, and the strong wind brought up the bangs in front of the member’s forehead, making him subconsciously swallow spit.

“Wrong answer, you have one last chance.” Masako Araki slowly lifted the bamboo sword and put it back on her shoulder.

Looking at Masako Araki’s gradually narrowed eyes, the member hurriedly passed a life-saving look to his captain.

But his own captain just shook his head slowly at him, signaling that he was not saved, and waited for death.

How so!

The poor boy looked desperate.

“Sorry coach, I was wrong!” With the thought of nine deaths, the member immediately put on a standard sit and loudly apologized to Masako Araki and begged for mercy.

“But it’s actually Taketori-kun who talks to me, so I have to speak, so everything is Taketori-kun’s fault!” The member had a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, and then cleanly threw the pot on his friend.

“What?! You guy! Obviously you said to me first, now you actually want me to be a substitute ghost?! “Taketori-kun on the side looked at his faceless friend in disbelief, although I don’t ask you to stick a knife in your friend’s ribs, but you can’t suddenly insert a friend with two knives!”

Then the second young man who sat down appeared, and the boy known as Taketori-kun also bowed down in front of Masako Araki, loudly defending, “Coach, you have to believe me, Fujino is the real culprit, and he not only took the initiative to talk to me just now, but also said that although the coach looks young, he is actually an old woman in her thirties!” ”

As soon as these words were spoken, not only a group of people in the basketball department gasped, but even Araki Hikoichi quickly grabbed Momoi May and sneaked towards the door of the basketball department.

“Well, why run, Hikoichi?” Momoi May, who didn’t react to what happened, looked confused.

“Don’t ask more!” Arakihiko looked like I was good for you, and then he pulled Mayu Momoi out of the basketball club and gently closed the door of the basketball club.

Wow, don’t you know that age is taboo for Masako-sama?

Provoking the taboo of Sister Masako in such a closed space, it is estimated that a group of people in the basketball department will not be able to run…

Alas, poor seniors.

Araki prayed silently for this.

And across the wall, with the term thirty-something, the basketball department fell into a brief silence.

The boy known as Taketori also obviously realized that he had said the wrong thing, but looking at Masako Araki’s increasingly gloomy complexion, it was obvious that it was too late.

“It seems that you have already made senses…” Masako Araki sighed softly, and then the next moment.

The shadow of the bamboo sword of “Euler Euler Euler” poured down like a rainstorm, shrouding this space in it.

“Aaaaa

And Arakihiko sighed as he stood across the wall, listening to the faint screams coming from the basketball club.

“This is the anger from Sister Masako…”

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