[Net King] Chasing footsteps

"...That's all right."

"Um."

"Then hurry up and go to the club, the practice should have started over there."

"what."

"I'm so sorry, Tezuka, I made a mistake about the topic of the group assignment, and I have to ask you to stay and help me make it up."

"It's ok."

"Thank you. Hurry up, hurry up..."

"..."

"Tezuka, what's wrong?"

The person being asked was rarely distracted, staring at the pencil in his hand speechless.

"Huh? Is the refill gone? I have it here, wait for me to...get it..."

A pen appeared on the desk.

……

Etc., etc!

Rewind it! !

Oshi held his head and tried hard to recall——

That's right, that's right, it seems to be like this: Although Tezuka didn't say a word, there was only a faint look of shock in his eyes that seemed to have no expression on his face.So he understood, and even Tezuka was surprised that he would make such a mistake.

Then, just as he was about to go back to his seat and look through his schoolbag to get the pencil refill box, a white hand appeared in front of them, silently placing the pencil on Tezuka's desk.

Staring at the pencil for a moment, the two raised their heads at the same time...

"Ah, did I disturb you? I'm sorry. When I entered the door just now, I saw that you were concentrating on the discussion, so I didn't make a sound. I didn't want to disturb you, but in the end... I'm sorry."

The owner of the hand smiled softly and said softly.

"Ah, no, nothing." Dashi shook his head hastily.

"Well, if you don't mind, please use my pen first." After a pause, seeing that the other party seemed to have no intention of refusing, he nodded and saluted slightly, "Then I'll be rude first."

"Oh...well, thank you, Kiryu-san."

Seeing that the person whose pen was borrowed did not respond at all, Dashi hurriedly thanked him for his help.

"You're welcome, Oishi-kun." Kiryu-Sayaka was still smiling and didn't mind.

When she walked near the podium, Oishi couldn't help but care about the person who seemed a little abnormal today: "Tezuka, are you okay?"

That's right.First, he forgot to bring an important supplementary refill, and then he was silent about the kindness of others... Although these are just small details, this is really not something that a person who is usually meticulous and rigorous enough to be a daily role model would do.

"……Um."

"Really!?"

"Um."

In response, he picked up the pen on the table and began to write.

"All right."

Dashi maintained a skeptical expression, but he had nothing to do with the parties denying it, so he had to bow his head and write.

"...By the way, the first-year student Ryuzaki-sensei mentioned will come to the club to report in these two days, right?"

"Um."

"It must be amazing to make Ryuzaki-sensei look forward to this..."

"..."

……

I don't know how long time passed until they finished everything in their hands.

Just when I finished packing and was about to rush to participate in club activities, the previous voice sounded in the classroom again—only this time it came from a little distance away——

"Ah? You're still here."

Sha Yejia was standing at the front door of the classroom with a small paper bag in her hand, looking at them in a little surprise.

"Well, I'm going to the club." Dashi nodded.

"Club activities..." She paused, "Will Tezuka-kun go too?"

The two who heard her question were taken aback at the same time.

"...Of, of course, Tezuka is the director!"

Although he didn't understand why she raised such doubts that the whole school knew and the answer was natural, Oishi still replied very seriously... It's just that the unexpected sentence was a bit awkward.

"so……"

Her voice was low, almost talking to herself, and her frowning expression could not be mistaken for disapproval.But……

What is she "disapproving" of! ?

Dashi couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Ah, I can't help it!" She suddenly raised her voice again. "Then, please take this with you."

With a faint smile, he handed the paper bag in front of Dashi.

"Yes. This is...?" subconsciously took over.

"Something that might come in handy."

"what?"

The dimple is looming. "Then, please, Oishi-kun."

"Huh? But..." He still doesn't know what he has been entrusted with!

"Tezuka-kun, the club please do your best."

"……Um."

"Then see you tomorrow."

She saluted slightly, then turned around and left the classroom quickly.

"Hey...that, that—"

Oishi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air—he hasn't finished asking, Kiryu-san...

Uh...

"So what the hell is this?" Dashi said as he opened the paper bag. "...Ice packs? And antipyretics!?" Scratching his head, "Anyone have a fever?"

"..."

As if realizing something suddenly, he turned his head in astonishment: "Tezuka!?"

Only then did Oishi notice Tezuka's unnaturally flushed face.

"You have a fever?"

"..."

"You still want to go to the club when you are sick? How can it be possible!" Now it is a sudden realization of what Kiryu-san said about "disagreeing" just now! "Go back and rest! Your body is more important! Ah, really, how could I ask you for help just now!? You are sick..." Dashi's habit of thinking about it when he was in a hurry unconsciously emerged.

"I'm fine."

"No, you have to rest if you are sick! What will happen to the society if you fall ill? I will be in charge of the affairs of the society today, so go back and rest right away!"

"..."

……

After finally convincing Tezuka to be absent from the club for a long time, Oishi suddenly thought of an irrelevant but curious question——

Tezuka completely concealed the matter of his illness, even the closest self didn't notice it, that Kiryu...how did he find out?

……

"Kiryu."

"Have!"

Sayeka raised her head, and unexpectedly found Tezuka standing in front of her desk, and jumped up from her seat in surprise: "Hey, Tezuka-kun, what's the matter?"

"Yeah. I forgot to return the pen yesterday, thank you."

"Ah, that! Where, this, this is my honor, it's great to be able to help."

She took her pen with both hands, and was so nervous that she was a little incoherent.

"……Um."

"..."

"..."

Then, an atmosphere of silence enveloped the two of them in an instant.

After looking at each other in the awkward silence for a while, Sa Yejia couldn't help but opened her mouth in confusion——

"Um... Tezuka-kun, what else do you want?"

"...Huh? No, that's it." After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to his seat.

"Eh!?"

Sha Yejia was left standing there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react for a while.

"Hey, Saya, was that Tezuka-kun just now!? What did he want from you?"

While she was still frozen, her friend quickly threw herself on her shoulder, asking questions in an ambiguous tone.

Sha Yejia turned her head and saw her two best friends in the class, one on the left and one on the right, just happened to hold her in the middle as if holding her hostage.

"Hanako! The neck, the neck is about to break!"

The shoulder-hanging arm accidentally became the deadly mantis pliers, which directly caused Sha Yejia to raise a white flag on the spot.

"Hanako, you're too ruthless. You have to take your time to extract a confession. You strangled the 'criminal' to death in such a sudden. How can you get a confession?"

Standing on the other side with her arms around her, the girl who was watching the scene of "hand-to-hand combat" in front of her as if she was watching a play——Sakai Haruka—slightly sneered, and jokingly said in a sarcastic tone.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I accidentally..." Hanako Yamada, whose name was called, let go of her arm hastily.

"Ahem... No, it's okay," Sayeka patted her chest panting, shaking her head and sighing, "Hanako, your "combat power" is getting more and more amazing."

"Hey..." Yamada scratched his temples embarrassedly.

"That's not a compliment, Hanako." Sakai complained at the first moment, a single-celled creature who would treat good things as long as they were not obviously bad things.

"Huh? Really!?"

"That's not the point." The silver-rimmed glasses reflected a sly light, "Anyway! Now let's ask what you are curious about first."

"Ah, yes!" As expected, it was a single cell, and the attention was instantly diverted.

"Hanako, do you have any questions to ask?" The episode was a little longer, and Sayaka forgot the reason why she was "attacked" in the first place, and became curious.

"No! That's a very important issue!" He smiled maliciously, emphasizing the big characters fiercely.

Yamada's expression sent a chill down Sayaka's spine.

"Uh... yes, what is it?"

"Hehehe...that one just now, is Tezuka-kun!?"

This tone of knowingly asking is too dangerous!Yan Yejia's defense system instantly opened to the most stringent gear.

"Yes, that's right."

"He's looking for you, what's the matter?" The two narrowed eyes showed the questioner's teasing intent to the fullest.

It can't be blamed on them being too curious, it's because Tezuka-kun's image in class is too unattainable - it's not that he's aloof or anything, it's just that someone who is too good always gives others a sense of distance.In addition, he is not a guy who is keen on socializing, so the boys are fine, but the girls seem to only dare to "watch" him.

No girl had the guts to talk to him, and he never took the initiative to strike up a conversation with classmates of the opposite sex, so it formed a strange atmosphere that would be extremely novel when seeing him find a girl.

...However, all the sloppy things in front of me are actually all high-sounding reasons!

For Yamada and Sakai, the main reason is that "that Tezuka-kun" happens to be their most important "that person" whom Sayaka has been secretly in love with since I don't know what grade she was in elementary school until now!

The worst thing is that even if you have a crush on someone, you have been in the same class for many years, but you haven't even said a few words!

Do you believe! ?In what age, there are still people acting in this kind of pure, pure, pure... innocent dramas that can't be squeezed out of any "benefits". The screenwriter is about to step down, please! !

Wait, what's worse is that they suspect that "that Tezuka-kun" may not have much impression of Sayaka except that she knows her name and that the name and person match her. Don't say I know the Lord, I don't even have much impression of the Sufferer!

What script could be more bloody than this! ?

so!I really can't blame them for being too gossip, it's just that this warm-water drama finally seems to be a bit of a sign, how can the long-awaited audience not be curious about the details, right? ?

"Quickly tell the truth!"

The mantis pliers couldn't bear it and was about to poke over again, waiting to understand the inside story of the itchy audience mentality!

"No, what, just, just return my pen..." Startled by Yamada who suddenly approached in front of her, Sayaka bit her tongue twice before finishing the sentence.

It's a pity that his tone of voice, which he tried so hard to pretend to be calm, still caused a storm on his friend's side——

"Re, you, pen!?" Yamada and Sakai exclaimed at the same time.

"Shh, shhh! Keep your voice down, you will be heard!" He quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

"... When did he ask you to borrow a pen?" Sakai asked after taking a deep breath and calming down quickly.

"After school yesterday."

Sa Yejia briefly described what happened yesterday, omitting the part about Tezuka's illness, and only focused on saying that she happened to meet and borrowed it by the way.

"Accidental, accidental!" Of course, she would not admit that she had found out that he seemed to be sick, so she deliberately stayed in that perverted Stoka behavior.

"Is it really such a coincidence?" Sakai looked suspicious - it's hard to imagine that "that Tezuka-kun" would make such a low-level mistake, it's really hard to imagine!

"D-Of course!"

A pair of eyes and a tentative exchange of gaze between pairs.

After a while.

"...What a disappointment!"

Putting this sentence aside, today's screening is over, and the audience is leaving.

Sha Yejia watched the two friends leave helplessly, then looked down at the pen in her hand.

For a moment, hold tight.

Quietly close to his chest.

Close your eyes.

When I was young, I opened my schoolbag and put the pen into the innermost hidden pocket.

And the shallow arc that was evoked by the lips without knowing when remained in place for a long time and never disappeared.