People Are Slam Dunking: I Am Rukawa Kaede

Amidst the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, the sound of basketball hitting the ground is far more heart-pounding than the ringing of the bell. The inferior rubber soles and the scorch marks left on the cement floor are full of the smell of youthful hormones. At that time, we gathered in a group, took turns holding the water faucet, and drank big gulps of free tap water. The sound of our Adam's apple rolling was mixed with the melody of "Until the End of the World." …