Chapter 4 Kuroko's Basketball IV

  Not mentioning anything else, after hearing Akashi's affirmative answer, Harada let out a sigh of relief.

  "And also, I don't want to be forced to quit the company because of my own request."

  Harada's eyes wandered, avoiding Akashi's ambiguous smile.

  When they heard this sentence, the expressions on everyone's faces became even more bizarre, especially Qingfeng, who had already reached an unbearable level.

  Everyone's ideas are actually very consistent. Speaking of which, where did you get the confidence to win, and what do you want Akashi to agree with you anyway...

  Akakaji also fell short of everyone's expectations once again, with a leisurely smile he agreed, "Okay."

  Harada, now at ease, took the basketball handed over by Kuroko and headed towards the court.

  Other members of the department who heard the conversation between Harada and Akatsu also quietly stopped their movements and slowly gathered around.

  The officials who had been adopting a see-no-evil attitude towards this behavior also felt at ease and gathered around openly, each finding a suitable spot to watch the show.

  Harada weighed the ball in his hand, quickly estimated it, and unfortunately found that even if he succeeded in getting a hundred, he would be completely exhausted.

  With his mind made up, Harada started his first game at Teikō.

  The ball flew quickly into the hoop, and the crowd's initial shock turned to amazement, then incredulity, and finally numbness. This young man was undoubtedly creating a miracle. One by one, the balls flew through the air and fell into the basket with no suspense at all. Even the arc of the balls in mid-air seemed identical, without any difference. The young man didn't even need to aim or wait for the ball to go in before throwing the next one; as soon as he let go, he would grab a new ball, seemingly without worrying that it wouldn't go in.

  Akatsuki's face was calm, but what the glint in his eyes meant was unknown.

  But in the eyes of the crowd, what is the actual state of Haruta, who is extremely calm and never misses a shot?

  He doesn't look whether the shot goes in or not before going to get the ball, it's not because of his strong self-confidence in his own strength, but because of his trust in the system - this is all he's good for, if he can't even do that, what's the point of playing?

  Moreover, if he doesn't hurry up and get the ball, in case five minutes pass, he will definitely be dead...

  So, sometimes, misunderstanding something can be a wonderful thing.

  A group of ordinary department members have changed from watching the game to deeply worshiping, with starry eyes counting together. Ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three... Jesus is above, they saw for the first time perhaps an even more powerful existence than the green interval senior who is good at three-pointers, a true god of shooting.

  Just as the hundredth ball fell into the basket, Haruka Origuchi sat down on the floor.

  He really didn't have much energy left, so it's better to take a rest for now.

  A crowd quickly gathered around him. Akane Kiyoshi's beautiful face leaned in front of his eyes, with a worried expression, "Koharada, are you okay?"

  Haruta's throat was parched, and just as he tried to speak, a bandaged hand holding a bottle of water appeared before him. Midori hid behind her glasses, "Drink some water, you're really exhausted."

  After taking over the water cup and solving the problem of thirst, Harada looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Midori-kun."

  His massive body, the purple yuan, looked at the lollipop in his hand with some entanglement, and finally put the lollipop into Yuan's hand with a determined look, then immediately retreated with a look of fear that he would regret it, making Yuan laugh.

  "Thank you for the lollipop, Shigenori-kun."

  The green peak standing on the periphery did not speak, but instead showed him a big smile.

  Hei Zi patted his head, and a rare smile appeared on his usually expressionless face. "Well done."

  The crowd suddenly parted into two sides, and Akatsuki walked over on the empty path that everyone had automatically left out, squatting down to gaze at him calmly.

  Harada suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

  "What is your request." Akatsuki's tone sounded not worried at all that Harada would make any difficult demands.

  "However, Hayashi closed his eyes and said, 'Can we talk alone?'"

  Anyway, the system didn't require him to kiss her in public, and he himself wasn't fond of being surrounded by onlookers.

  Akira looked at him for a while, his deep crimson pupils gazing deeply without showing any emotion.

  "Okay."

  Akashi stretched out his hand to signal that he could pull Hara up. Hara hesitated for a moment, nodded politely to express gratitude, and then stood up with Akashi's help, following him to the locker room.

  Actually, Harada thought that the system's task was to have a spare child to drill, but it only said to kiss, without saying where to kiss.

  The door closed, blocking the prying eyes of the crowd. Akatsuki crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Speak."

  Harada's cunning eyes blinked, and he slowly opened his mouth to say.

  "Actually, it's nothing much. I just joined a drama club outside of school and we'll have a performance soon. I wanted to find someone to practice a scene with but haven't had the chance yet, so I was wondering if you could help me out."

  Akakiri didn't respond immediately, but instead asked back. "Isn't Kuroko familiar with you? Why look for me, someone you just met?"

  Harada replied smoothly, "It's precisely because I'm too familiar with Kuroko that I sometimes can't get into the zone and fail to achieve the best results. The seniors who are performing together are busy and can't spare the time; besides, although this is our first meeting, I've heard a long time ago that Akashi is the school's genius, so I think such a simple thing, Akashi should be able to do it. Moreover, we have an agreement between us."

  Harada thought his reason was sufficient enough, Akashi shouldn't have any reason to refuse.

  In fact, Akatsuki didn't refuse and nodded slightly. "So tell me briefly about the plot and what I need to do."

  Harada nodded, randomly pulled out the plot of a Korean drama that Mei Qian had told him in his previous life, and concluded, "Actually, we only need to practice the last scene, where the male lead proposes to the female lead. I'll take care of the specifics, you just follow along."

  Akane looked at Harada with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "You're saying I'm the heroine?"

  Harada realized something was off, but nodded as if it were quite natural, "Yes."

  Akira stared at him for a while before suddenly smiling and saying, "Let's begin."

  After being stunned for a while, Harada thought to himself that he probably shouldn't have found such an improper reason, but still gently bent down, took Akashi's hand and gave it a kiss, then smiled and looked up.

  "Dear Aisha, will you marry me? I'll love only you for all eternity."

  Akatsuki's eyes twitched slightly at the corner, and a skin-deep smile was pulled out on his expressionless face as he said.

  "Oh."

  Harada: "......" Oh, what does that mean... "Cough cough, anyway, thanks for your cooperation." Actually, there was no cooperation.

  Akatsuki leaned against the door with a lazy expression and said slowly, "You go pick up the ball first tomorrow."

  Harada sincerely felt that this was an open revenge attack.

  "System task completed, reward obtained. Task duration extended to 7 minutes. Good luck and keep going, player!"

  Forget it, considering the task is completed, I'll let this small matter go.