Love Comes After Learning

Er Nai frowned and moved closer. Although she had a lot of things to ask in her heart, the moment she saw the blond hot girl pushing a wheelchair, a subtle sense of familiarity and a sense of crisis made her completely divert her attention. Force, subconsciously asked this question.

Shaking his sore arms, Asada replied nonchalantly:

"The student I met in the medical station just now, when I was getting the quilt, I asked her to push the wheelchair in the health room."

Nino nodded knowingly, and smiled shyly at him.

Yihua on the screen spoke immediately, and this time he did not deviate from the topic: "Shinichi-kun, why don't you just take Yotsuba back to the medical station to rest? Do you have any plans?"

Asada looked away to the far end of the runway, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"You can't see the game at the medical station."

After he finished speaking, Wen Nai showed a dazed expression.

"You did it so that Yotsuba could see the game..."

Asada gave her an affirmative look, and before Yotsuba could say anything, he turned his head and started talking with the replacement athlete from the track and field department. I went to Clover and said a few words of concern.

"Well, it's not a big problem, it's just that I can't run anymore...Sorry, I handed over the race to Asahina-san, it should have been me...Well, okay, I understand, don't worry, you go over."

She didn't have the strength to respond to Asahina Suzukaze, who was only inferior to her in the track and field club. When the other party consciously left their circle, Yotsuba looked at Asada with a complicated expression.

The players have been changed, and there is really not much energy left in the body for running, Yotsuba can only let go of the remaining sliver of persistence, admitting the fact that he can only be a spectator in this most important game.

But the sourness, unwillingness, fear, discomfort, and confusion in my heart are not things that can be let go so easily.

"Asada-san, why..."

Rather than asking the reason for her behavior, she was more like asking herself what she should do next. Now that she is no longer able to play, what expression should she use to face everyone who is holding expectations?

Under her gaze seeking answers, Asada began to do warm-up exercises.

Twist the shoulders and neck, fasten the white headband, and hang the golden chain that the president needs to wear around the neck—pure gold is quite heavy, but it basically does not hinder the movement.

He said at the same time: "Clover, your goal is to let the red team win, right?"

"Uh..." Yotsuba hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, "Well, after all, everyone entrusted me..."

She didn't express her idea of ​​"I want to prove that Rizu didn't hold her back, and I want everyone who has such an idea to stop doubting or look down on the strength of the red team", and she didn't want to say such a thing. Selfish reasons for action.

But Asada-san seemed to see through her heart, cast a helpless look, and said to her in a lecturer tone.

"So? Do you think it's not you who can't do it?"

Yotsuba was stunned on the wheelchair, Asada continued talking without pausing.

"When you are entrusted, you take all the responsibilities on your shoulders, saying things like 'Only I can do it', 'I would have failed without me', 'It's all my responsibility to lose'?

"There's nothing wrong with responding to expectations, but don't you think you've gone too far?

"[We can be proud of our own talents, but we must not be kidnapped by the expectations of others, otherwise we will lose the ownership of our own talents]—Didn't I say this sentence?"

Wu Yue took out a notebook, flipped through it, and interrupted seriously:

"Asada-kun, you really didn't say that."

"...Then I'll say it now."

Asada didn't bother to pay attention to the excited look on her face when she started to write, staring at Yotsuba who looked dazed, her tone gradually became serious.

"Stop making excuses based on other people's expectations, just say it, what are your real thoughts? Why are you so obsessed with playing by yourself, can't others?"

"..."

After a long silence, Yotsuba bit her lip bit by bit, lowered her gaze, and murmured to Asada's question.

"...If I don't play, the red team will lose."

She knew how Asada would make an evaluation after saying this.

"This is too arrogant."

Nakano Yotsuba felt the same way, she thought so too——

"If you really want to say it, Yotsuba, you are the one who looks down on the members of the red team the most."

"..."

She clenched her fists violently, but because she had no strength, she couldn't even feel the pain of her nails pressing into her palm.

"Shinichi classmate."

Rizu suddenly took a step forward, wanting to refute Asada's calm and determined pungent evaluation, and also wanting to speak for Yotsuba who has been working hard for everyone, but Asada first reached out to stop her.

"I don't mean to accuse Clover, nor do I want to evaluate whether this approach is right or wrong."

"But besides that, you should have other things to do, right? Yotsuba."

He looked at Yotsuba who raised his head and showed doubtful eyes again, and smiled lightly.

"Just watch from the sidelines."

"On the runway, off the runway—no matter where you are, there's always something you can do."

"Can't it be you?"

"Abandon that narrow thinking and face up to the light of others."

At this time, the physical education teacher came to inform him to start to take his place, and Asada left a few words at the end before turning around and leaving with the other party.

"Everyone is special, so are you, so is she, and everyone is special."

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world... cough cough, I was wrong, don't underestimate your friends.

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The team relay race has officially begun.

It seems that seeing the possibility of overtaking the score, the enthusiasm of the members of the white team is particularly high now. Not only is the support team shouting louder than anyone else, but even the players on the field are gearing up and ready to go, not to be outdone. The red team stared at each other.

Even though the red team is all members of the sports club, the white team has no intention of admitting defeat. They will basically send out candidates with the best physical fitness in the club, who are strong enough to compete with their opponents. next victory.

The last game will determine the winning team of today's red-white competition.

The white team was high-spirited, and the red team was nervous—they only now learned that the strongest trump card in the team, Nakano Yotsuba, had fallen down due to an illness and was now watching the game in a wheelchair. Their morale inevitably dropped a lot, and even There were a lot of negative voices saying "I'm sure you've lost" and "If it wasn't for Nakano-san, we would have lost a long time ago".

Of course, some people were not discouraged by this, and instead encouraged those companions who seemed to have lost their backbone.

"Don't worry, how could we lose to those dead houses in our usual exercise?"

"Cheer up! Nakano-san has done enough for us, let's bring her victory!"

"Are you guys ashamed to put the victory and defeat on Clover?! Especially boys, why don't you cheer me up and win by yourself!"

"That's right, we can do without her, let's try harder at the end! Come on, Ollie—!"

"Ollie—wait a minute, what is Ollie?"

"I don't know, I heard an encouraging slogan on the Internet by accident, and I yelled it out because I thought it was very burning..."

Beside the playground, Clover was sitting in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the revived players on the runway, all of them had confident smiles on their faces, looking eager to make the red team look good.

"Four leaves."

Suddenly her father's voice sounded, and Yotsuba came back to her senses and turned her head to see that Nino walked to her side with Asada-san's mobile phone.

"You seem to have made a lot of preparations and trained hard for today."

With the blunt words, Yotsuba didn't know how to respond for a while, so she could only speak a little awkwardly.

"Well, it's actually okay, after all, it's not just the sports festival, I also have off-campus competitions to participate in..."

"...Is that so." Pursing his thin lips, the middle-aged man slightly closed his eyes and said calmly.

"When is the game?"

"Huh?" Clover was taken aback.

"I didn't see it this time, but I will see it next time." As if casually speaking, Nakano Maruo's voice did not fluctuate.

Outside the camera, Er Nao couldn't help but roll his eyes—why couldn't their father talk properly? "It's okay if you can't play this time, I will definitely watch your performance in the next off-campus competition, don't be discouraged and cheer up." Wouldn't it be good to just say it like this?Don't beat around the bush like this.

Forget it, it's better than saying nothing.

"...Well, I will send you the schedule of the competition when I get back!"

Even though her mood was still complicated, and she could hear her father's rare concern, Yotsuba squinted her eyes and smiled, always feeling warm in her chest.

At this time, the starting gun sounded, and she subconsciously shifted her gaze to the different figures galloping on the two runways.

Asada, the student council president, was the first player of the white team. Amidst the exclamation of others, his serious and handsome side face quickly surpassed the other players. Pulled away.

"Yeah! Zhenjun is so handsome! Go ahead, overtake them!"

Such screaming like a fan girl is naturally from her sister.Nino, who was bouncing up and down excitedly, said it.

Under the restraint of his father's cold and stern, and somewhat speechless sighs, Nino managed to regain his composure, blushed and coughed a few times, with a coy look of "Although I'm very embarrassed, I just want to help him cheer".

Yotsuba couldn't help but wryly smiled, but she also applauded Asada-san's lead from the bottom of her heart, and worried about the rest of the red team.

"Everyone, it's okay..."

The baton was passed on one by one, and the disadvantage brought by the student council president was gradually shrinking, but the red team still couldn't really surpass the white team, and could only keep chasing after it.

"If I can play..." Such thoughts couldn't help popping up, Yotsuba clenched her fists unconsciously, her upper body leaned forward, and the quilt on her body slipped off, as if she was about to get out of the wheelchair and run to the playground at any time It's like changing sticks temporarily.

But before she could complete her movements, she was stopped by enthusiastic shouts that resounded throughout the campus and everywhere.

"come on--!"

"Come on!"

"Don't admit defeat, fight with them!"

"The red team must win! Go forward with Yotsuba-san!"

The support team, ordinary students, teachers... I don't know how many people, they all gave enthusiastic encouragement to the players who were sweating on the field.

They also responded to that expectation, trying their best to drive their footsteps, leaving footprints of different shades on the muddy ground, draining their physical strength and potential, just to make themselves run faster.

And Nakano Yotsuba, as if standing by a blazing bonfire, stared at the scene in the playground in a daze, unable to do anything.

She opened her mouth, and slowly sat back on the wheelchair with her buttocks. The pain in her abdomen could no longer affect her thinking, and only her confused and incomprehensible mood kept her at a loss.

——Now, no one will expect her.

Nakano Yotsuba has obviously left the field, but the game is still going on. No one gave up because of her, and no one surrendered because of her.