Zongman: I am on the set of Oregairu, playing the role of Bai Xue

In response to Miura's question, Ebina asked back:

[Yumiko, have you really never seen this sticky note?]

[No…] Miura was a little confused, [Why do you think I have seen it? By the way, why did the person who called Zaimokuza just now give this to me?]

At this moment, Ye Shan's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

He had a hunch that it was that person who was messaging him, so he glanced at the two people who were talking, hesitated for a second, then immediately used his free hand to take out his phone from his pocket and quickly checked the message on it.

[So that's how it is. No wonder I felt something was wrong at first.] Ebina finally realized that it was a misunderstanding.

But a new question arises: why didn't the "other party" hand in the sticky note earlier? What's the point of having another student hand it in at this time?

[Ebina? Why aren't you talking?] Miura felt like she had been kept in the dark, which was not a pleasant feeling. Her intuition told her that something big was likely to happen next.

[Okay, I'm telling you right now, this sticky note was originally meant for you.]

[The results still have to be handed over to me? What exactly is written above...]

Ebina was about to explain further.

But the conversation was interrupted by another voice.

[Let's take care of Yumiko's wound first.] Hayama put away his phone and winked at Ebina, [Are we going to stand here and talk forever?]

Ye Shan's suggestion gave Ebina a reminder.

The matter of the sticky note did require some effort to explain. Ebina anticipated the situation that Miura might cause later, and it turned out to be most appropriate to give priority to treating the wound.

So Ebina agreed: "Yes, let's settle the patient first and then talk slowly."

[Huh? Wait a minute, couldn't you tell me first?] Miura was left in suspense, and this feeling was too uncomfortable.

[This patient, please be considerate of the medical staff. It is very uncomfortable to help others walk.]

[Ebina, it was you who offered to help...]

[After walking for so long, I am a little tired. After all, I just played a game of tennis.]

[Eh? Why is Hayato saying that? Ah, speak a little slower...]

Hayama and Ebina worked together to bring Miura towards the health room.

Miura actually had nothing to resist, and she still walked forward with staggering steps, but she felt a little puzzled, as the two people around her seemed to have ulterior motives.

She was particularly concerned about that sticky note now. Combined with Zaimokuza's strange remarks and Ebina's relieved expression, it seemed as if that sticky note contained a special kind of magic.

Miura just glanced at the text above, and there were actually only a few lines. Unfortunately, the angle was not good enough and he couldn't see clearly what was written.

But she could recognize that it was Ebina's handwriting.

So what did Ebina want to tell her? Couldn't he just say it to her face?

At this time, Ye Shan pushed open the door of the health room.

There was no one inside.

Ebina sighed, "There is no teacher."

[As long as it's not a physical education class, it's rare to see students get injured, and the teachers in the health room should still be chatting in the office.] With Ye Shan's interpersonal relationships, he can roughly grasp some of the teachers' habits.

The two men carefully helped Miura to the chair.

The interior of the health room is clean and tidy, and its location is relatively quiet, which can block out most of the noise, making people gradually feel at ease.

[How about... asking the teacher to come over?] Miura asked tentatively.

Ye Shan was silent for a while, wanting to swallow back what he had just said.

Fortunately, there was another person to cover for me.

[Yumiko doesn't trust me? If it's just a scratch, it can be fixed in no time.] Ebina said, and started looking for disinfectant alcohol and cotton swabs.

She carefully observed Miura's injuries. The wound on his knee was relatively large, so gauze was needed. For other small wounds, a Band-Aid would be enough.

[Thank you for your help...] Miura lowered his head, staring at the wound on his knee in a daze.

Ebina didn't say anything, but just turned around and smiled in the direction of Miura.

It doesn't take a while.

Ebina carefully treated Miura's wound, cleaned the dirt on the skin, then disinfected and bandaged it. Medical gauze was wrapped around Miura's knee, covering the bright red wound with a circle of white.

Ye Shan was standing outside the door, looking around.

[Okay, it should be fine now. Don't touch the wound.] Ebina, who had been squatting, slowly stood up. She breathed a sigh of relief.

[Thank you, Ebina.] Miura's tone was sincere, and his gratitude was heartfelt.

Before Ebina could say anything, Ye Shan suddenly called her.

[Hina, can you come over here for a moment?]

Ebina blinked, as if sensing a sense of urgency in Hayama's words, "Hmm."

She walked out of the health room, and Ye Shan moved to the side, intentionally avoiding Miura's field of vision.

Ebina asked straight to the point: "Hayama, is there anything important?"

Ye Shan didn't say much because the distance was a bit close and Miura might hear it, so he took out his cell phone and showed the text message on it to the other party.

"Yuigahama-san is on her way to the infirmary with a drink in hand. Let them be alone for a while and make sure no one else disturbs them."

Ebina was very surprised, but combined with the content of the sticky note and Miura's current situation, she quickly understood the meaning of the message, and a relieved smile broke out on her face.

There was some uncertainty in Ye Shan's eyes, because he didn't know the specific situation, so he gestured with his hands and asked Ebina if this was feasible.

Ebina naturally understood Yeshan's concerns, so he nodded with certainty.

Ye Shan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Miura in the health room was a little confused, because she had no idea what was going on outside, and even thought that Hayama and Ebina had already left.

But the next second, Ebina walked in again.

[Yumiko, Hayama and I need to go back to the classroom immediately. Tobe and the others may have angered the teacher.]

Miura looked at her anxious expression and didn't think much about it. "Well, you guys go first. The Ministry of Finance is indeed a little unreliable."

Ebina nodded, but suddenly remembered something.

[Oh, right! I almost forgot. I should have given it to you two weeks ago.] She handed the sticky note to Miura, [But it’s not too late now. After all, Yumiko drank that bottle of drink, so she should still remember the taste of vanilla soda.]

After saying this, Ebina quickly walked out of the health room and closed the door.

Miura could vaguely hear Hayama's voice.

[We might have to run back.]

[No way...my legs have been sore for a long time.]

After a while, there was no movement outside.

Only then did Miura focus on the sticky note.

However, even after she read the above content carefully, she still didn't understand its meaning.

Because it says:

"This is something Yui gave to Yumiko. Let's make peace quickly! Let's go back to the way we were in the past! - Himena."

Miura frowned and thought seriously, [Given by Yui? But the sticky note was written by Ebina... What does this mean?]

[Make peace with Yui... Ebina is still thinking about this... Even though...]

She recalled Yuigahama's determination today and couldn't help but sigh.

The words Ebina had just said echoed in her ears, [Two weeks ago... vanilla soda...]

The fragmented memories began to piece together quickly, and Miura recalled what happened two weeks ago. Even though it was a little blurry, she still remembered some things.

The conflict on the rainy day, the misunderstanding of Yuigahama, and the chance encounter the next day, the dispute between the two sides...

Vanilla soda, she remembered.

Because this bottle of drink is a little special, she rarely buys it on her own initiative. Although it is obviously unpopular, Miura inexplicably has an impression of the drink packaging.

[But the flavors that Ebina picked are pretty good. They’re good for when you’re feeling down…]

Miura seemed to have grasped some kind of feeling, because she seemed to have said something similar, but the memory was so long ago that she couldn't recall it immediately.

She subconsciously glanced at the sticky note in her hand.

“This is something Yui gave to Yumiko…”

[Could it be that the bottle of drink... was given by Yui?] Miura looked a little dazed.

A certain memory in my mind gradually became clear——

The edge of the lens is bordered with a pale white border that is unique to memories.

The background changes accordingly.

One day, in the 2nd grade F class classroom.

Miura, Yuigahama, and Ebina were chatting together.

[Yui, guess what I want to drink today?]

[Yumiko…I guessed wrong last time, why do you want me to guess again…] Yuigahama was a little reluctant, but she didn't dare to show her emotions on her face.

[Because it's fun, I'll test Yui at the same time.] Miura smiled.

[Okay, okay.] Yuigahama nodded helplessly. She thought about what happened to Miura recently and began to guess his emotions.

Because Miura would choose drinks based on his mood: happy, bored, depressed... each emotion corresponds to a drink, which is undoubtedly a torture for ordinary people.

But Yuigahama is good at reading the air, and the last time she guessed wrong was because Miura wanted to try a new flavor.

[Are you done?] Miura glanced at her calmly.

Yuigahama sensed a sense of fatigue from Miura's smile, so she nodded immediately, "Okay, I understand, but don't expect too much."

Wait until Yuigahama leaves.

Ebina on the side couldn't help but complain: "Is Yumiko making things difficult for Yui again? This is the third time she's asked someone to run errands for her."

[Huh? Can you please stop thinking so badly of me? I won't just let anyone run errands for me. What if I get sick from drinking?] Miura crossed her arms in front of her chest. When she thought of Yuigahama's appearance just now, her tone softened. [Ebina should be able to see that Yui really wants to fit in with our circle, and... it's easy to get along with Yui.]

Ebina raised his glasses and couldn't help but complain: "Yumiko is really not straightforward at all."

Miura felt the other person's insightful eyes, and she over-read it. [It's none of your business...]

After a while.

Yuigahama walked in from the door with a bottle of drink in her hand.

Miura couldn't help but frowned, "Why did you only buy one bottle?"

[Oh, ah, sorry, I forgot, Himena should drink too.] Yuigahama's face was a little stiff, but she still managed a smile, put down the drink quickly, and prepared to run again.

[Wait a minute, that's not what I meant.] Miura stopped her, [Ebina didn't say she wanted to drink, what I want to ask is... why didn't Yui buy her own portion.]

Yuigahama was slightly stunned. [Ah! I forgot!]

This made Miura and Ebina laugh.

After a while.

The three of them stared at the drinks on the table.

[Vanilla soda? It seems a little unpopular. Is the taste guaranteed?] Miura was not sure about the drink in front of him.

Yuigahama carefully looked at Miura and said, "Well, I actually like it... If Yumiko doesn't want to drink it, I'll buy another bottle."

Miura glanced at Yuigahama secretly, and she suddenly understood why Yuigahama forgot to buy her own drink.

Because this is the drink Yuigahama likes, but it overlaps with the test she set.

[No need to change it, let me try it.]

Miura unscrewed the bottle cap directly, brought it to her mouth and took a sip. The taste of the soda was cool and refreshing, countless tiny bubbles stimulated her tongue, and the faint sweetness of the vanilla spread in her mouth. This unique sweet and refreshing taste made her eyes light up. [So... it was this taste. ]

[How is it?] Yuigahama asked cautiously.

[Hmm... not bad.]

[Really?! I guess I passed!] Yuigahama was immediately delighted, and the smile on her face became more innocent.

Miura saw Yuigahama's reaction. She had no idea what was so good about it, but she nodded gently. "It's passed. I can try it when I'm in a bad mood, but I really like lime juice more."

Ebina sighed, "I never get tired of drinking Yumiko."

[Ebina, you really don't understand. That refreshing feeling can make troubles disappear in an instant.]

[I know the feeling Yumiko is talking about, but it’s really great…] Yuigahama echoed from the side, with a different kind of light in her eyes, and said one last sincere word to Miura.

After hearing these words, the usually strong Yumiko Miura gave a rare honest smile.

The memory ends here.

But the tears couldn't stop falling.

My wrist was wet, and the paper was soaked as well.

Miura stared blankly ahead, tears already streaming down her face. Memories and self-blame flooded in, completely destroying her disguise.

It turns out... Yui has long wanted to reconcile with me...

[What I do has nothing to do with Yumiko.]

It turns out... Yui was still waiting for me that morning...

[What? Yumiko, do you hate me like this?]

It turns out that Yui had sent the drinks over two weeks ago...

[Of course it’s interesting, at least… more interesting than before.]

It turns out that she has always remembered——

[That’s great, Yumi-ko. If you can’t buy lime juice, you can choose this bottle of soda.]

Miura gritted his teeth, his painted lips trembled constantly, hot tears slid down his cheeks, and the makeup around his eyes slowly dissolved in the heat.

Her vision had already blurred.

He slowly raised his stiff hand, alternating between the palm and the back of his hand, again and again, wiping away the heat on his face, wiping away the tears filled with sadness and regret, [Damn it, damn it, damn it... How could I, how could I be so bad! ! ]

Miura's sobs spread in the quiet health room, and this sad sound flowed out the door in circles.

Until the closed door was slowly opened.

A familiar figure poked out from the door.

Yuigahama was holding a vanilla soda in her hand and looking at the crying Miura with a look of confusion on her face.

[Yumiko...what's wrong with you?]

Miura's sobbing suddenly stopped.

Yuigahama's appearance made her stop thinking for a moment.

Because the moment Yuigahama came in from the door, it was so similar to the past. She was still so innocent and romantic, and still liked that bottle of soda.

[Does the wound hurt?! I'll go call the teacher right now!]

Yuigahama's tone was a little flustered, and she was about to turn around, but Miura's voice suddenly rang out.

[Yui!]

Accompanied by a series of staggering footsteps.

Miura endured the pain of his wound and the astringency of his tear glands bursting, and ran forward step by step, embarrassed and humiliating, until -

He hugged Yuigahama tightly.