Night fell.
Qing Junce lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The words Coach Anzai had said to him were like a swarm of buzzing flies circling endlessly around his head. He couldn't drive them away.
He felt as though he understood what the coach meant, yet also seemed a little confused.
Still, he understood the general idea: Coach Anzai wanted him to try working with the team.
Phew...
Qing Junce let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes, trying to cast all the turmoil from his mind.
As for whether he could fall asleep tonight, he would only find out tomorrow.
The next day.
Shohoku High School · Basketball Gym.
The commotion in the gym gradually died down. The players finished a day's training and left one after another.
Sakuragi Hanamichi, however, didn't leave. Instead, he very strangely sought out Qing Junce.
Sakuragi Hanamichi stood in front of Qing Junce with his face turned aside, seeming somewhat afraid to meet Qing Junce's eyes. He fidgeted awkwardly for a long time without saying a word.
Qing Junce stared at him with dead-fish eyes for quite a while.
What was this guy planning to show off about today?
Sakuragi Hanamichi finally spoke. "Qing Junce... um... about yesterday, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blamed you. I'm really sorry."
Huh?
Qing Junce looked at Sakuragi Hanamichi in surprise.
What was this guy up to?
He suddenly came over to apologize. Was there some conspiracy?
"It doesn't matter anymore." Qing Junce replied indifferently, then turned to leave.
He hadn't taken it seriously in the first place.
Just as he was about to leave, Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly spoke again. "Wait. I want... I want... um... I want..."
Qing Junce couldn't help shuddering from head to toe.
*I want...