The slam dunk master BL is related to humanity and Fujimori.

First of all, this article is from Fujima Kenji. I'm Fujimori, too. I got it for you after reading this article. There are many Fujimori bars and Fujima Kenji bars ~

My stomach is growling and I feel a sharp pain. Shit, it's bad luck to go home. If it weren't for Sakuragi's sentence "Little Sanniang eats so little, and her appetite is really as small as a girl", Mitsui Hisashi wouldn't put down her stomach and eat in anger (Sakuragi: Don't rely on this genius, don't you know your appetite? )。 That's great. I have a stomachache in the main road. It seems that there is not even a toilet nearby along the way. Isn't he a handsome man, the trump card of Xiangbei basketball team (Liuchuan: Hum! ), is it necessary to solve it on the spot on the road? ! Just think about it, Mitsui's face crumpled up and groaned against the wall.

"Hey hey, don't be afraid. Even if you play with your brothers, you won't lose a piece of meat. " There was a rough and erratic voice in the alley behind Mitsui. Then another strange voice laughed base and disgusting.

Huh? Have you ever met such a cliche as "flirting with innocent girls in broad daylight" for yourself?

Mitsui couldn't help sticking his head out of the corner. Not far away, I saw two young people dye their hair like feather dusters and can't wait to hang all the hardware accessories on themselves. They squinted, dragged their mouths and looked at a figure with their backs to themselves.

Gee, look at this virtue, and you will know that these two are at best entry-level rotten. Mitsui despised them mercilessly in his heart.

And that figure looks almost 180 cm, and it looks very tall, so it should be regarded as the best among girls. Unfortunately, the dress is quite neutral. A large and casual white T-shirt covers the figure, while the close-fitting jeans wrap a pair of long and straight legs. Wearing a smooth and shiny chestnut short hair, the arm exposed to short sleeves is as white and smooth as fresh toothpaste just squeezed out.

From the back, I think the appearance should be beautiful, right? Mitsui began to extrapolate. But my stomach is disappointed. It's another thread. Well, it's hard to protect yourself. What are you thinking about? Besides, I didn't flirt with girls when I was bad, did I? For example, when I went to the basketball team with ironman and others, I said to Johanna, "It's my favorite type", which was unintentional, but it still bothered Miyagi, and I don't know if I would give myself a little shoes to wear after I became the captain.

However, it turns out that senior Mitsui is still a just young man with the title of "Yan Nan". So, when the wretched two approached the beautiful back step by step, Mitsui finally jumped out, clutching his stomach.

"Hey, aren't two big men ashamed to bully a girl?" Mitsui really wants to make his way rough and shout, which sounds very brave and courageous. However, his stomach is very uncooperative, and the pain makes his voice more like a moan.

Mitsui's voice just fell and he immediately found two sharp and cold eyes rushing towards him. Then, I saw a delicate and beautiful face, but it looked cold enough to scrape off a layer of ice residue on the spot. He was petrified. This, this, this is Fujima Kenji's super "body double"-Xiangyang?

"Who do you say is a girl?" Fujimori suddenly turned his head, and the vicious and negative measuring sound frightened Mitsui. There are two words in this world that make Fujimori run at high frequency. One is "Mu Shen Yi" and the other is "Girl". Growing up, I don't know how many times he was mistaken for a girl. He has had enough! He is an out-and-out man, no matter his body parts or his inner strong spiritual strength. More than that, he should be an outstanding man!

Now, let Fujimori add fuel to the fire, the fire is on the verge of getting out of control, and this face I saw.

Mitsui Hisashi! Fujimori squeezed the name out of his teeth bitterly, which made him have several nightmares. It's really new hatred and old hatred. Let's get to know each other narrowly. If it weren't for this guy and his abnormal three-pointers in a row, the giant Xiangyang wouldn't have lost the first battle to the bandits in northern Hunan, which might ruin his last chance to take revenge on Mu Shenyi in this life.

Fujitsu can be generous and open-minded in front of people, but he cursed Mitsui thousands of times in his stomach. I'm dying, and now I'm violating my taboos. It's really unbearable!

"Hey? This boy seems to be the gigolo around Iron Man's boss before? "

"Oh, no, that's for sure. Look at that sexy scar on his chin, I will never be wrong! "

The two delinquent youths exchanged glances, and both of them showed the expression of "not to be taunted" and immediately left the other side of the alley despondently.

Iron man? Handsome guy? Sexy? Is this an adjective given to yourself by gangsters walking on the road? Mitsui almost fainted on the spot!

What's more, his ravaged stomach seems to have reached the limit of patience. After several strange calls, a stream of polluted air rushed to the anus. Mitsui ignored Fujimori, clutching his stomach with one hand and holding his ass with the other, and turned to flee.

"Stop! Where to escape? " At the beginning of Mitsui, he found that his shoulders were firmly pressed from behind, making it difficult for his feet to move. At the same time, rattan's voice was hard and cold.

"looking for a toilet!" Mitsui is going crazy, shouting without image and grace.

Pattenson one leng, see mitsui eminence veins stood out, cold sweat dc, plus his hands are taking care of the embarrassing parts before and after, in the heart to detain.

Wow, hahaha, that's funny, Mitsui Hisashi. You didn't expect such a humiliating day to throw three points at the sun. Fujimori couldn't wait to let go of his voice and laugh.

However, soon, a more vicious idea rose in his mind. Hum, a gentleman doesn't take advantage of people's danger. That's what someone said when they saw it. With Mitsui's physical strength in the game and the virtue of being down and out now, it is more than enough to take care of him by himself. So the captain of the huge Xiangyang, the young and elegant Fujima Kenji, asked slowly in his majestic and compassionate voice:

"But Mitsui Hisashi, do you know where the nearest toilet is in this area?"

"No, I don't know!" Mitsui would rather run naked on the main road at the moment than lose control of the sewer in front of Fujimori, because the former will at least be said that you are brave, individual, unrestrained and non-mainstream, while the latter … Mitsui is almost crying.

"At my house." Fujimori spit out a sentence that sounded moved Mitsui's nose. What moved him even more was that Fujimori immediately took his hand and rushed out of the alley at high speed.

Not the kui is the captain of the sun, forget the past grievances, help others, but also highly effective, immediate, Mitsui in the heart full of gratitude after a series of praise, Fujimori has pulled him into the lobby of an apartment.

"Ah, Fujimori." Someone shouted Fujimori's name behind him, which sounded familiar. When Mitsui and Fujimori went back together, they saw a fresh, delicate and domineering teenager, who turned out to be Jin Souichirou and Kiyota Nobunaga of Hainan Airlines? !

What happened today? When my luck is at its worst, why do all my acquaintances come to me like visiting the market? Mitsui's heart gave a cry again.

"Yesterday we made an appointment to discuss the practice match between Xiangyang and Hainan. Hey, isn't this Mitsui Jun? " God civilly told Fujimori that when he suddenly saw Mitsui, his eyes moved from top to bottom, and he noticed that their hands were clasped together with a surprised expression in their eyes.

"Fujimori, can you hurry up? I, I can't wait ... "Mitsui groaned painfully, fearing that if he delayed another half minute, it would become the biggest joke of the year in the basketball circle of Kanagawa University.

Fujimori raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Undoubtedly, he said to God and Kiyoda, "Well, I'm in a hurry now. Come back in an hour! "

Say that finish in the fog of two people's eyes, pulling mitsui plunged into the stairwell.

"It seems that Xiangyang and Xiangbei have cleared up their differences, and it is really Fujimori." This innocent boy, a reflection, a face of confusion and admiration.

"Mitsui said he couldn't wait, Fujimori said it would take an hour ... my God!" The bad boy Qingtian is talking to himself. Suddenly, he screamed, widened his eyes and opened his mouth, as if his chin were about to fall off.

"What's the matter, Nobunaga?"

"Well, God, run, or we may be silent." Qingtian smiled mysteriously and naughtily.

What is the happiest thing in the world? Is it fighting, racing, drinking beer or playing basketball? No, just sit on the toilet and release yourself! After a burst of noise, Mitsui finally let out a comfortable sigh.

Walking out of the bathroom, Mitsui saw Fujitsu really holding his arms, leaning against the window, looking at himself coldly, and a sarcastic smile touched his mouth.

Fujimori scanned Mitsui, his dark blue hair was dripping with sweat, and his cheeks looked a little pale at the moment. He was tortured by abdominal pain for quite a while. The look on his face was so faint that even his hands and feet seemed limp. I didn't notice it at all during the game This guy is also beautiful, and with his weak state at the moment, I really feel sorry for him. No, people want to bully him more.

"Fujimori, that, thank you so much." Although embarrassed and embarrassed, Mitsui bowed respectfully to Fujimori. "I'm leaving now, and I won't bother you to discuss games with people in Hainan."

"Stop, our account is not settled yet." Fujimori's cold voice floated into Mitsui's ear, and then Mitsui felt his neck tightened, and he was rotated by a force and turned back involuntarily.

Fujimori has stood in front of him, holding his collar with one hand and his neck with the other. Although a few centimeters shorter than himself, his angular eyes from bottom to top still made his heart thump.

"What, what account?" Mitsui stammered, this is not a public toilet, don't you charge money?

"Did you just call me a girl? Huh? " Fujimori Bai Sensen's teeth were shining with cold light, and Mitsui gasped.

Girls? I seem to have said that just now, but, but, from the back, he really looks like a girl. Not only that, but from the front ... Mitsui looks at the face close at hand, with white, smooth and shiny skin, round and watery eyes, long eyelashes flashing like the naughty little tail of a spring bird, straight nose, red and plump mouth and soft chestnut hair, which makes people feel strongly touched ... Mitsui can't help but gulp down a mouthful of water.

Mitsui's thoughts are endless here. Fujimori looked at him with his mouth half open, his eyes straight, his saliva hovering around his mouth, and he suddenly understood Mitsui's thoughts. For Fujimori, it is really adding fuel to the fire!

"Mitsui, what are you thinking?" Fujimori suddenly burst into a sunny and soft smile. It's a pity that Mitsui is not from Xiangyang, otherwise he will know that when Fujimori speaks to you in soft language for no reason, the alarm must ring, because it is estimated that you will soon be out of luck.

This smile, this voice, really makes people itch. Mitsui finally saved the saliva at the corner of his mouth in time, hardly filtered by his brain, and stupidly praised: "Fujimori, you are so beautiful ..."

Mitsui's tail is still in his mouth, and his beautiful face suddenly disappears into the sun. Mitsui hasn't had time to return to absolute being, he felt his chest was pushed hard by a powerful force, and he stumbled back several steps at once. Then his knees bent into something that was not too hard, his legs went limp, and he fell down on the spacious sofa of Fujimori's house without any aesthetic feeling.

Mitsui, whose image was destroyed, began to stink up Hanamichi Sakuragi's ancestors and descendants in his stomach again. If it weren't for him, how could he be so weak and vulnerable? Otherwise Fujimori's figure, weight and face will naturally be crushed by himself!

However, Fujimori's exaggerated and insidious face suddenly appeared in front of him, and finally completely destroyed Mitsui's thought. He wanted to jump up, but Fujitsu's knee had resisted his stomach, and then his hand was heavily pressed on his shoulder, so Mitsui could only pose with his limbs outstretched and his neck stiff, and was fixed on the sofa, just like a frog at the mercy of anyone on the experimental platform.

"Mitsui Hisashi, beauty is used to describe girls. You see clearly, I am a man! " Fujitsu really put his thumb to his nose, and his eyes and voice were cold. This is the legendary aura? Mitsui couldn't help cringing.

Fujimori looked down at Mitsui. Sweat made his short blue hair glow with a strange luster, soft to the small white skin with loose bowels, and his messy appearance was strange and tempting; The facial features are profound and heroic, and the short scar on his chin adds a bit of naughty meaning to him. The same blue and deep eyes, at the moment, reveal a look of confusion and fear, which makes people look like they are going to bully him severely, but they can't help but be moved by pity.

"Do you want to know what it's like to be a girl?" Fujimori's lips slowly evoked a beautiful arc, and his revenge plan in his heart became more and more firm. Hey hey, Mitsui Hisashi, if anyone annoys me, I will make him remember me all his life, especially you.

Mitsui Hisashi's reaction ability on and off the court is very different, so when he is still blinking and thinking about Fujimori's meaning. I heard Fujimori gently scold in his ear, "Don't blink!" Then, something very outrageous happened-Fujimori's lips were suddenly printed on his lips, and he pulled it like a prank and made a loud bang!

Mitsui's pupils suddenly dilated, his scalp was numb, and his nerves were tightened. He shouted in his heart, "What are you doing?" However, in an instant, the original excellent body movement function was almost completely scrapped.

When Mitsui finally moved, Fujimori had climbed up from him, looked at Mitsui gloomily, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and said slowly, "That's the smell!" But there was another voice in my heart: "Hey, does it taste good?"

"Bastard, Lao tze is a man!" Mitsui, ashamed and angry, finally regained the courage of some inflammatory men, bounced off the sofa and grabbed Fujimori by the collar. Shout loudly.

"Keep your voice down, the sound insulation effect of my house is not very good." Fujimori rested for a while and replied. Mitsui hurriedly looked guilty at the door and immediately closed his mouth. When he looked back, Fujimori's face became cool and breezy again, sunny and picturesque. Mitsui couldn't help but stay for a moment, and his anger seemed to be inexplicably blown away by more than half.

However, Fujimori's next words made Mitsui's stomach twitch and his facial features deform. "Mitsui Hisashi, you were kissed by me. From today on, you are my man. "

"What, what, I'm your man, don't, don't be ridiculous." Mitsui finally remembered to refute, but his voice was as weak as a moan.

But Fujimori ignored him and continued slowly: "I will let you date in the future, you should be on call, understand, or I will spread it out, you have been kissed by me!" "

"Wow, no one will believe it ..." Mitsui finally loosened his hand holding Fujimori's skirt. God, it seems that his stomach has gone wrong again.

"How can no one believe it? Our Xiangyang is famous for its strict discipline. You are a problem child soldier in northern Hunan, I am a high-quality student in Fujima Kenji, and you are a delinquent boy in Mitsui Hisashi. Who do you think our words are more credible outside? " Huh? So you are too scared to stand up? Fujimori saw Mitsui being blown up by himself, his face wrinkled into a ball, his legs began to tremble, and he felt funny and proud. He simply reached out and hugged him, held him in his arms, and said like a declaration, "So, you just have to promise to be my person!" "

"Fujimori, you let me go ..."

"Don't let go, you promise me first!"

"Let go ..."

"no!"

"Let go, asshole!" Mitsui finally binged, as if he had exhausted all his strength. "I want to go to the toilet!" "

"Mitsui Hisashi, 7 o'clock in the evening, Dragon Palace by the sea, on time, otherwise ..." Mitsui slammed off his mobile phone, and he didn't have to read the contents below the text message. It's the same every time. It must be: otherwise I would promote our business.

Mitsui's temple chugged and jumped, wiping his head with a towel angrily. It has been more than a month since he was "forced to date" by Fujimori, three or four times before and after. He hates his overbearing tone, overbearing behavior and overbearing attitude! But ... then again, that's why I'm angry To be honest, it feels good to "date" Fujimori. I can hold his soft but powerful hand, touch his beautiful but changeable face, and ...

"Senior Mitsui!" Miyagi's voice suddenly sounded in my ear, abruptly dragging Mitsui's wandering thoughts back.

"What is it?" Mitsui wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. When did Miyagi add the name "elder" to his surname? Don't tell me about his swagger when he became the new captain of the basketball team in northern Hunan.

"Well ..." Miyagi is a delicate expression on her face, grabbed the cauliflower head. "I heard that you have a good relationship with Fujimori in Xiangyang?"

"Who, who said that? ! "Mitsui thought of a hair with its tail trampled, and Teng took a big step back. The whole body's blood seems to rush to the target at the same time, all red!

"Ha ha, that's right. In the last practice match, Qingtian of Hainan accidentally let slip. " Miyagi smiled, but there was no irony in his smile. On the contrary, he is full of flattery. He patted Mitsui on the shoulder and said nervously, "It's really no big deal, right?"

"What are you trying to say ..." Mitsui felt that he was likely to cry the next second.

"Well, Mitsui." Miyagi's eager eyes stared at his Mitsui senior, and his expression was dog-legged. "The test of winter is coming soon. Look, the gorilla and glasses retired, and Sakuragi was injured. Rukawa Kaede always wanted to go to the United States, but I was poor, and Xiangyang took the lead. I think, can you talk to Fujimori, let him play with some water, hee hee, or I just became captain, and the team will lose immediately, and Cui will say that I have no courage ... "

"Shut up, Miyagi Ryota, you when I what? Social flower! " In the roar of Mitsui, a standard cherry hammer beat Miyagi to bits and pieces.

"Hum, all know? Then I can rest assured, fuck you, date! " Mitsui gnashed his teeth, took off his sweaty vest and fell into the washbasin.

"No?" Miyagi, whose forehead was smoking, lay on the ground with a sad face and sighed.

That's true, but many years later, in the book "Kanagawa Basketball Cheats" published by Hikoichi Aida, it was clearly recorded that on the eve of a college basketball winter trial, Mitsui Hisashi in northern Hunan and Fujima Kenji in Xiangyang frequently contacted each other. It is said that there are two versions, Miyagi version: for the team. Kiyoda Edition ... Alas, some things are hard to say ... (End)