Am I Reborn?

"Bang!" A piece of chalk hit the boy's forehead squarely. It hurt so much. Who hit me? Mitsui's temper wasn't great. He immediately looked up and was shocked. He remembered he was training in the gym, and then his knee suddenly hurt, and he lost consciousness. But where am I now? Why is the sky so bright, and everything around me looks so familiar?

"Why, Mitsui, you haven't woken up yet? Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air to clear your head?" On the podium, Daemon Masaki, wearing glasses, looked at Mitsui with a sneer. He had been unhappy with Mitsui for a long time due to his poor grades and arrogant personality. When he complained to the principal about Mitsui, he found out that this guy was from the Mitsui Foundation. Although the Mitsui family was divided, it was not something his class teacher could afford to offend. He could only pretend to be invisible, but today this kid was too arrogant. He fell asleep in his own class. It's really frustrating.

"You are?" Four-eyed frog? Mitsui blurted out as he looked at the person in front of him, not recognizing him. This was the petty four-eyed frog who had tried to cause trouble for him in the past and sued his parents, which had caused his parents to ignore him early on, only providing him with a fixed monthly allowance.

"What did you say?" Visible veins bulged on Daemon Masaki's head. "Mitsui-san, since you fell asleep in class and spoke rudely to the teacher, I'm asking you to go outside and stand, then go back and copy the school rules a hundred times and bring them to my office. Oh, by the way, I also need to report this to your parents!"

Tokuo, who was watching, admired Mitsui's courage. Although everyone called Daemon Masaki that way in private, Mitsui was the only one who dared to confront him openly. He truly lived up to the Mitsui name.

"No, wait, what's going on? Why do I see this four-eyed frog again? Where am I?" Mitsui looked around in confusion, his surroundings feeling familiar. Tokuo, who still looked immature and scary, Dagu, who was secretly eating snacks, Kyoko, who was blushing as she glanced at him... everything was as fresh as his memories of junior high school.

Mitsui felt a bit dizzy. He placed his hand on his head and touched it. Instead of his short hair expressing determination, he felt a middle-parted bangs "Hey, what's going on? Can someone explain this? It feels like a joke." Mitsui covered his face with his hands and made a strange sound that sounded like a mix of laughter and crying.

"Tokuo, what's wrong with Mitsui?" Tokuo Horita asked cautiously. Masaki Daemon also muttered to himself, wondering if he had been too harsh and caused Mitsui some sort of mental problem.

"Tokuo," Mitsui looked at his loyal friend. A wave of warmth filled his heart. He secretly pinched his thigh and realized it was painful. He wasn't dreaming he had gone back in time.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Hehe, it's incredible!" Tokuo Horita couldn't quite grasp Mitsui's current mood, but since Mitsui said he was fine, it must be alright. Mitsui seemed to know more than he did.

Mitsui, as requested by Daemon, went outside to stand. Daemon was also worried about Mitsui's mental state and said, "Alright, Mitsui, forget about the punishment. Just remember to be more respectful to the teacher next time.

The classroom was filled with disbelief, but Mitsui calmly acknowledged this and left. Mitsui, who left the classroom, couldn't contain his excitement and went directly to the basketball gym.

Mitsui was now in his third year of junior high school, and with his exceptional skills, he was the captain of the Takeishi Junior High School basketball team. Everything was going well.

Pushing the door open and entering the gym, it was completely empty. This made sense, as most students should be in class. Mitsui had snuck in, pretending it was part of his punishment.

Stepping onto the familiar court and holding a basketball, Mitsui felt a rush of nostalgia. He took his position at the three-point line, jumped, and took a shot.

The basketball drew a wonderful arc but did not fall into the basket. "Well, is it because I am not as tall as I was in my third year of high school? I need to adjust my shooting point. But it's no problem. With my talent, I can find the best shooting point with just a few random training sessions. Mitsui's talent is actually very high. His unreasonable sense of the ball, his explosive scoring ability, his capacity to score goals steadily even after high-intensity exertion, and his ability to hit easily on his first shot after two years of absence. Mitsui's posture is even more impressive. The entire Sanno team wants to learn, but in the 1990s, more emphasis was placed on physical fitness. Being tall meant being strong and being good. Of course, this is also part of the talent now, but nowadays, talents like ball feel and balance are also valued.

Now, the year is 1989. Hisashi Mitsui, 15 years old, is in the third grade of junior high school, number 4 on the Takeishi Junior High School basketball team, and also the captain of the basketball team. Everything is still going great!

PS: because we don't know the junior high story so let's insert characters base on need