Time in junior high school passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, I was in the first year of high school.

Except for Jingguang, all the other regular players in the tennis club chose to go directly to Hyotei High School.

"The baseball club is recruiting new members—"

"The tennis club is recruiting new members!"

"Classmates, come and play table tennis?"

"Soccer Club - There are pretty seniors and handsome seniors~"

"Are there any good-looking seniors in the football club?" someone asked.

The senior who was in charge of recruiting new members for the football club laughed, "Of course. Would you like to come and take a look, junior?"

The silly junior was abducted like this.

"Gardening Club, students who like quietness are welcome to join~"

"The Photography Department is hiring new members~"

"Do you like golf..."

Jingguang rejected many people and sat under the cherry tree on campus, quietly reading the foreign book in his hand.

"Brother Jingguang. Sorry, I'm late. Did I keep you waiting for a long time?"

The young man's clear voice sounded, Jingguang raised his head from the book and looked at the red-haired boy in front of him, "Seijuro."

He held the boy's hand that was stretched out in front of him, and stood up with the boy's strength.

Akashi Seijuro has thin calluses on the fingertips, joints, and palms of his ten fingers, which are the result of years of basketball play and practice.

Jingguang himself has calluses, but because his brother pursues exquisiteness, he and his brother have calluses on their hands. However, because they are maintained with ointments, they are not as obvious and stiff as those of other people.

He touched the palm of Seijuro's hand, looked at it carefully, raised his head and asked, "Seijuro, do you want me to give you some ointment to suppress your calluses?"

"I'm fine, Jingguang brother."

"Such a beautiful hand, Seijuro, please take good care of it. It won't be good if it becomes rough."

Jingguang made his own decision and did not accept Seijuro's rebuttal. He was determined to make it for Seijuro when he returned today.

The hands of people who play basketball often have deformed joints and rough fingers over the years. He couldn't bear to see Xiao Zheng and Zheng Julang's hands become like that.

According to Akashi Seijuro's current personality, he probably wouldn't like being ordered around by force.

But the person on the other side was Jing Guang, he smiled and said, "Okay."

"Brother Jingguang, let's go quickly. The basketball team is recruiting new members. If we don't go now, we will miss it today."

Akashi Seijuro turned to another topic, which was also his main goal for a while.

"Why do you have to ask me to accompany you to the basketball club to recruit new members?"

Jingguang looked at the boy walking side by side with him. Seijuro's height was about 173 cm.

Although Seijuro's height is above average among Japanese men, it is still not enough when it comes to playing basketball.

Although Jingguang doesn't play basketball, he knows that basketball is dominated by tall players, and it is difficult for short players to win respect.

"Brother Jingguang?"

As if he noticed that Jingguang was looking at his height, Akashi Seijuro was not happy but not angry.

"Seijuro, come to my place on the weekend to get the medicine packs. Soak twice a week, and take the medicine to help increase calcium and promote bone development once a day. I believe you will grow at least 15 centimeters taller by the time you are in your second year of high school."

By then, I will be about 180! Not the tallest, but not the shortest either!