When Sendao Akira walked out of the door, it was cloudy outside.
The sky is a shade of gray that is difficult to distinguish at a glance. Far and near, thick and light.
It's a good weather for fishing.
He thought to himself and raised his hand to touch his head. He glanced at the basketball slung over his shoulder.
"Haha, forget it, the coach won't care, haha~"
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