Juri Ueno from Kuroko's Basketball

Even Hirono, without anyone noticing, moved a stool over and sat down.

He was looking at Vulcan and Guochun with great excitement.

His face was covered with the words, "Get started now!"

Chapter 123 Tonight, I, Vulcan, am probably finished.

The situation had developed in a way that Vulcan never had imagined, and now he was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

With a loud slam, Vulcan forced himself to muster his spirits and fighting will, and looked at Guo Chun, saying, "Alright, I, Vulcan, accept."

Guo Chun stared at the roasted meat on Vulcan's plate without saying a word. He grabbed a few pieces of meat and wolfed them down like they were dates. After finishing, he wiped the meat oil from the corner of his mouth and looked at Vulcan, saying in a deep voice, "Alright, now it's fair."

Seeing Guochun eat several large pieces of barbecue without changing his expression, Vulcan's face twitched.

Vulcan, I am doomed tonight.

Although he already knew roughly how it would end, Vulcan still looked confident of victory.

"Okay, let's go then!"

Ueno suddenly had a strange feeling about Vulcan's high spirits at this moment.

It's that kind of feeling, like, "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

"Alright, Kagami, as expected of our second team, we'll take him down." Kise patted Kagami's shoulder excitedly.

"I'll be the referee!"

Hirono, who had been holding back for a long time, also stood up, still wearing that annoying smile.

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aside.

The old man and Sen Yufang took a small sip of their drink, their faces flushed. They glanced at the lively second and fourth teams on the side, a hint of reminiscence flashing in their eyes. They too had once been young.

"Hahaha, old man, the lads from your second team are really spirited." Sen Yufang downed his drink in one gulp and laughed heartily.

"They really have so much energy they have nowhere to vent. I should have arranged more training for them," the old man chuckled.

"Young people, hahaha." Mori Yubo refilled his own cup and then planned to refill the old man's as well.

"No need, this old man isn't a young man anymore, I can't drink as much as I used to." The old man smiled and slowly covered the wine glass with his somewhat thin right hand, stopping Mori Yobo from refilling the glass.

His face was now flushed from drinking.

“Old man, you…” Looking at the old man’s right hand that was blocking the cup, Mori Yufang wanted to say something, but when he saw the old man’s wrinkled face, he was shocked and his expression became a little lonely, but he quickly covered it up; “Alright, hahaha, old man, then I’ll enjoy this good wine all by myself tonight.”

He pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, lit it, and slowly began to smoke. His cloudy eyes peered through the rising smoke towards Vulcan, a strange glint in them. "You can enjoy it all by yourself! This old man won't argue with you today."

"Hahaha, then I shall gladly accept your offer!" Mori Yubo downed another cup of wine in one gulp. Whether it was because the wine was too strong or because he drank it too fast, his face immediately turned a deep red. As he poured himself another cup, Mori Yubo sighed.

"Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, hahaha."

He became the old man's apprentice thirty years ago, but for some reason, he and the old man haven't seen each other for ten years, although they have kept in touch by phone.

If it weren't for this youth training camp, he really didn't know when he would have met the old man again.

"Hoo..." He exhaled a puff of smoke. Perhaps he had drunk too much, for the old man's cloudy eyes were filled with sighs. "I always thought I was far, far away from the word 'old,' but in reality, it's only a matter of a moment."

"Old man, you're not old at all. With your body, you could probably still beat those guys in your second team to a pulp!" Mori Yufang laughed loudly, a hint of discomfort flashing in his eyes.

"Hahaha, do you think I don't know what kind of person I am?" The old man picked up his half-finished wine glass, lightly clinked it with Mori Yubo's, took a small sip, and chuckled; "I'm old, that's all. I haven't done anything wrong, so what do I have to be ashamed of?"

After saying this, a hint of desolation and resentment flashed in his eyes. The old man put down his wine glass, took a deep drag of his pipe, and said, "I wonder if I'll ever have another chance to go and see it again..."

The old man stopped talking halfway through his sentence and simply took another puff of his cigarette.

Seeing this, even though the old man hadn't finished speaking, Mori Mibo understood what the old man meant.

The other party wants to set foot in that place that basketball players all over the world want to go to again.

Although the old man cannot return as a basketball player, he can do so as a basketball coach.

"Don't worry, old man, this time, your second team has produced a really formidable guy." As he spoke, Mori Mibo looked towards Ueno.

Mori saw limitless potential in Ueno.

Or to put it simply.

In other words, it's about hope.

"Is that so?" The old man neither refuted Mori no Mibo nor agreed with what he said; he was ambiguous and answered his own question.

"Old man, why are you smoking again?" Just as the two were silent, Qiandao returned from going out to buy food.

As a beautiful woman, self-discipline is absolutely essential.

I absolutely will not touch any meat after 6 p.m.

And definitely not too much.

So she went out and bought some vegetables and low-fat vegetarian sandwiches.

Looking at the old man smoking, she silently reached out and fanned away the smoke floating in the air, her eyes full of disgust.

She was quite averse to the smell of smoke.

That's a woman's "aging agent".

Upon seeing Qiandao return, the old man immediately stubbed out his cigarette, and Shanshan smiled.

He doesn't usually smoke, but today he probably drank quite a bit and his craving for a cigarette inexplicably kicked in.

"Want to eat?"

Seeing that the old man had stubbed out his cigarette, Chishima didn't press the matter further. Instead, she placed the things she had bought on the table and asked the old man and Mori Mibo a question.

She was actually half an old man's apprentice, but she hadn't formally become his disciple like Mori Mibo.

"No, men should eat meat and drink wine to their heart's content," Mori Yobo refused outright.

The old man shook his head, indicating that he didn't need it.

Seeing this, Chishima didn't say much, but instead looked at the lively second team and his own team.

"What's going on here?"

"Young man, vent your excess energy, hahaha." Mori Yufu glanced at Kagami, whose face was flushed red and whose cheeks were bulging out, almost bigger than his face, as if he was about to vomit, but was still desperately tearing at the grilled meat, and laughed loudly.

"Is that so?" Chishima glanced at his teammate Chun Guo.

Seeing the other person covered in sweat, their hands trembling, yet still stuffing grilled meat into their mouth, I was puzzled but didn't notice anything amiss.

Turning her head to look at the grilled meat on the table, Chishima took a small bite of a vegetable leaf and chewed it slowly, her face full of doubt; "Is the grilled meat at this restaurant really that good? I guess I'll have to come and try it during the day next time."

Chapter 124 Defeat Me!

"That Kise guy!"

Kagami viciously tore at the grilled meat in his hand, as if he were not tearing at the grilled meat, but at Kise who was cheering him on. Kagami secretly vowed that he would never eat grilled meat again, no, he should say he would never eat grilled meat with Kise again.

At that moment, his stomach was churning violently, and he kept letting out unbearable roars. His throat felt as if something was blocking it, and he couldn't swallow anything no matter how hard he tried.

He could only suppress the discomfort caused by nausea and keep chewing the roasted meat in his mouth.

He had no idea how much barbecue he had eaten.

His current state is arguably even worse than if he had lost the game.

On the other side of Vulcan, Guo Chun was also at his last gasp.

Each of his enormous hands held a large piece of roasted meat, but the earlier bravado of tearing into the meat was gone. His gaze was fixed on Vulcan, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His cheeks were bulging, and he kept chewing the meat in his mouth, but he couldn't swallow it.

Seeing the two who had already resorted to sheer willpower, no one else spoke up.

Everyone stared at Vulcan and Guochun, not daring to breathe.

At this moment, there was still a piece of roasted meat on the plate in front of them.

The two stared at each other with bloodshot eyes, slowly chewing the meat in their mouths. Meat oil dripped slowly from the corners of their mouths, but neither of them paid any attention to it, because their hands were gripping the sides of the table tightly.

It was as if they had used up all their strength.

As for the piece of roasted meat on the plate, no one took it first.

It was as if it were a block of iron that had been heated to a thousand degrees.

Seeing the two stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, Gin, standing next to Ueno, said with interest, "These two guys are really interesting."

"Heh." Ueno gave a wry laugh, unsure of what to say.

It can only be said that the man's pride is at play.

Just as Guochun, trembling and with a pained expression, reached out to take the piece of roasted meat from the table, Huoshen's eyes flickered. Seeing the other's appearance, he gritted his teeth and roared inwardly, before reaching out with great difficulty to take his own piece of roasted meat.

Just as the two touched the grilled meat, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Alright, you energetic folks, it's time for you to go back."

Everyone looked over at the sound and saw Mori Yubo standing there, his face reeking of alcohol, looking at them with a hearty laugh.