[Net King] The end of no fruit

Shibuichi Hiratani, what was he thinking...

The close contact just now made Hosokawa Summi panicked, and ran alone, but ignored the boy who was walking towards her.

"hiss……"

The pain of bumping her forehead against a hard object caused a layer of mist to form in her eyes. She rubbed her forehead and raised her head to see Tezuka Kunimitsu with a serious face and golden brown hair.

Tezuka Kunimitsu did not make any sound of pain like Summi Hosokawa did, and he didn't even show any pain on his face, he just asked worriedly: "Hosokawa, are you alright?"

The young man's frowning made Hosokawa Sumire feel ashamed for no reason, the girl shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I'm sorry I bumped into you."

"It's okay. Also, your forehead is red." Because of the running just now, the bangs have become the most hated hairstyle for most girls, and the girl's smooth forehead is naturally exposed.

Hosokawa Sumori stroked his forehead with his right index finger subconsciously, there was still a bit of burning pain, but it was fine.She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but just as she was about to walk back to the classroom, she realized that Tezuka Kunimitsu had already walked upstairs.

"Tezuka!" Before Summi Hosokawa could react, the boy's name had blurted out inadvertently, "What... are you going to do?"

The young man turned his head and looked at her faintly, "I'm going to find Mr. Fujiwara." As if aware of Cheng Hosokawa's doubts, he continued, "In the future, I may not go to mathematics expansion classes."

After saying that, Tezuka turned around calmly, the white indoor shoes touched the gray brick surface on the stairs, and the sound of "tapping" made Hosokawa Cheng recover from his surprise, and stared blankly at the boy's determination. back.

A "why" is still unspeakable.

Tezuka probably has his own ideas.

After all, she knew how important the tennis club was to Tezuka.

Hosokawa Sumire smiled helplessly, and sighed in his heart, what she paid for the tennis club may not even reach one-tenth of Tezuka's.

Wait, Tezuka won't be taking mathematics extension classes anymore, doesn't that mean...

Forcing himself to forget everything that happened in the chemistry office, Hosokawa Cheng sighed softly, ignoring the disappointment and trembling in his heart.

"Hosokawa, thank you so much!" Looking at the tears in the eyes of the chemistry class representative, Hosokawa Cheng couldn't help laughing: It's like a small animal...

"You're welcome." She waved her hand and subconsciously walked in the direction of Yui Hashimoto.Hashimoto Yui was just sitting on the seat alone, holding a charcoal pencil in his right hand, and kept moving on the paper, as if he was outlining someone's outline.

Since the quarrel that day, Hashimoto Yui has taken out her sketchbook from time to time to write and draw on it, but ever since a classmate stood behind her and peeked at her drawing, Hashimoto Yui The angry appearance frightened the whole class.Since then, it seems that only she knows the contents of that picture book.

Even Hosokawa Summi was excluded.

Hashimoto Yui's sketchbook has been used up more than half, and a thick stack of sketch paper on the left half is hanging down along the edge of the table. The miserable appearance made Hosokawa Cheng pursed his lips, and remembered the book he had seen that day. that painting.

The face of the black-haired boy was blurred, with a smile on the corner of his mouth...

On the painting paper colored with watercolors, there is a dreamlike and illusory atmosphere faintly revealed, which makes Hosokawa Summi unable to forget even now.

That boy was undoubtedly the black-haired boy in her dream.

The windows in the class were left open, and the breeze blowing in from the outside stirred the light yellow curtains by the windows, and also flipped the textbooks that Sumi Hosokawa spread out on the desk.She subconsciously looked in the direction of Hashimoto Yui, and the drawing paper hanging by the table was violently raised, and the flashing picture made Hosokawa Cheng's eyes widen in surprise.

On the drawing paper that was accidentally blown up by the wind, there was a girl with black hair and green eyes, wearing an empty white dress, looking at the sea.The sky is gloomy, and the storm is about to come.

She seemed to have returned to the first dream again, except that the girl sitting on the guardrail turned into Hosokawa himself.

The feeling of the breeze blowing across the cheeks is so real, and the touch of the raised skirt touching the knees even still exists.

Then, a thrust from her back made her lose her balance, and the momentary sense of weightlessness caused her pupils to constrict.

Just like that, it fell straight down.

The cold river water seeped into her nostrils, into her mouth that was opened for crying out for help, into every tiny pore of hers, and into her limbs.

so powerless...

...

……

"Ah Cheng, what are you thinking?" The purple-eyed girl in front of her gently spread her five fingers and waved them in front of her eyes, "You ignored me no matter what I told you just now."

"Huh?" Unconsciously hummed, Hosokawa Sumire blinked, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.

"Ah Cheng, are you okay?" Accompanied by the worried voice of the purple-eyed girl, Hosokawa Cheng felt an indescribable sense of fear, staring blankly at the girl in front of him, his round oval face naturally spread down Dark blue mid-length hair, and purple, piercing big eyes...

What should I do... I really want to escape...

But... Yui is not such a scary person...

What should I do... I don't want to take a step closer to her...

"Asumi...Asumi?" Hashimoto Yui called out Hosokawa's name a little anxiously, and the anxious look made Hosokawa's reason come back suddenly.

"Ah, I'm fine, just a little distracted just now." Hosokawa Cheng smiled and replied briefly.

Just now, why did I have that kind of thought... as if Yui was the murderer...

Hosokawa Cheng shook his head, abandoning his absurd thoughts.

How could it be Yui?She was really confused by those strange dreams...

"Is that so..." Yui Hashimoto nodded thoughtfully, and immediately started looking for the latest topic, "Ah Cheng, do you know that..."

"Wait a minute," Cheng Hosokawa interrupted Yui Hashimoto's words, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Yui, can you lend me your album?"

"Painting book?" Yui Hashimoto was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the safe notebook lying on her desk, and finally shook her head firmly, "No, Ah Cheng. Now, my picture book is A secret!"

"..." Cheng Hosokawa didn't reply, but stared straight at Yui Hashimoto's desk through Yui Hashimoto's shoulder, his dull look made Yui Hashimoto worry again.

"A Cheng? Ah Cheng!"

After about five seconds, Hosokawa Cheng smiled weakly and said, "I'm sorry, Yui. I'm not feeling well today, so it's time for class."

"...Hmm." Hashimoto Yui was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Then, I'll go back to my seat first."

Turning around, Hosokawa Sumori frowned slightly in pain, opened his mouth and breathed hard.

His chest was heavy, as if he had been crushed by a stone.The air is so thin...

Hosokawa Sumire slumped back to his seat, and the feeling of lying on the desk made her feel much better.

Yui, you still don't trust me...

"Ah Cheng, let's eat something." The wrinkled woman held a bowl in her left hand, and a small spoon full of porridge in her right hand. The aroma of the food made her index finger move.

The girl sitting on the bed shook her head with a dull expression, holding the sea-blue hairpin in the shape of a bow with both hands, and gently stroking it.

"Let me be quiet."

It was the only thing left in her hand that belonged to him.

An old, outdated hair accessory.

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