They all think I'm a boss

When Yukimura woke up, he smelled the smell of disinfectant, which was the smell he was most familiar with and hated the most. The ceiling above his head was so clean that there was no blemish, and it was annoyingly white.

There was a slight "rustle" movement beside him, and only then did he realize that there were other people in the ward besides him.

He turned his head and saw a man in black sportswear sitting in the corner of the ward, burying his head in peeling an apple. The man's hands were slender and long, and his long, slender hands were dexterously fiddling with the sharp The fruit knife, the ruddy peel slowly fell off the flesh in circles with the movements of his hands.

Yukimura never thought that one day he would watch a stranger peeling an apple so engrossed. When he stared at the man's hands, the strange man sitting in the corner also noticed his gaze.

The man raised his head and looked at the boy lying on the hospital bed, only then did Yukimura notice that he was still wearing a white fox mask.

"you're awake."

Seeing the boy woke up, Fujikawa Toki got up from the corner and walked to the hospital bed.

"Well, may I ask who you are?"

"A vagrant passing by."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly, and then he pushed up the mask on his face, and took a bite of the freshly peeled apple in his hand.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Yukimura's eyes, he thought the apple was peeled for him.

"The doctor said that you have a little hypoglycemia and asked you to add some sugar when you wake up."

Fujikawa Toki raised his chin, and Yukimura looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a large bag of various candies on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, including toffee, fruit candy, chocolate, and even several bags mixed inside. White sugar.

"Thank you."

Yukimura thanked Fujikawa who was opposite, and he knew that the candies were bought by this strange black-haired youth without guessing.

"you are welcome."

Fujikawa waved his hand casually, "I have already notified your friend to come, and he should be here soon."

friend?

Yukimura froze for a moment.

And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

"Minister Yukimura!!!"

Kirihara's iconic loud voice almost yelled so loudly that the whole hospital could hear his voice. The head nurse in pink nurse uniform rushed to him and reminded him with a serious face to keep quiet in the hospital.

After being bluffed by the head nurse, Kirihara really restrained himself, but when he saw the familiar figure lying on the hospital bed, he still couldn't hold back and rushed towards the hospital bed.

"Mr. Yukimura! Are you okay? Why did you faint suddenly? Could it be a relapse of an old disease? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuqaq"

Kirihara ran to Yukimura's bedside, threw out a bunch of questions like a cannonball, and then began to look nervously at his minister lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were a little red.

It was only when he ran out of the school gate that he remembered that he didn't know which hospital his minister was in. Fortunately, at this time, Wuji sent him a message and told him the name of the hospital. He took a taxi directly and got out of the taxi He went straight to the ward of his minister. He ran so fast along the way that his forehead and face were covered with sweat.

Yukimura was amused by his anxious look, "I'm fine, just a little hypoglycemia, and I should be discharged from the hospital today."

"really?"

The black-haired boy gasped heavily while staring at his minister lying on the hospital bed.

Yukimura nodded, "Really."

"Great."

Hearing these words, Kirihara breathed a sigh of relief instantly. After being released from the high tension, his whole body softened, and he slumped directly on the floor of the ward.

Then a hand slipped by his collar and picked him up from the ground. At this time, Kirihara found the black-haired youth standing beside him eating an apple.

Seeing the iconic white fox face on the young man's face, Kirihara immediately greeted him.

"Brother Ah Shi."

Fujikawa Toki only nodded in response.

"I heard from Wuji that Brother Ah Shi sent Minister Yukimura to the hospital. I'm really sorry for you."

The black-haired boy bowed to Fujikawa Toki with a sincere face.

"It's nothing."

Fujikawa Toki replied calmly.

"I just happened to be passing there."

Since someone had already come to visit the young man lying on the hospital bed, Fujikawa Toki felt that there was no need for him to stay any longer, and after saying hello to Kirihara, he left the ward directly.

"Chiye, do you know that person?"

Yukimura stared at the leaving figure of Fujikawa for a while, then turned around and asked the black-haired junior standing by the bed.

"You mean Brother Ah Shi?"

Kirihara raised his hand and touched the back of his head, "He's Wuji's older brother in our class, and he also came when our school held a cultural festival last time."

"Wuji is that lucky kid you always say?"

"That's right, it's him."

Kirihara's head was dotted like a chicken pecking at rice.

"And Ah Shi's brother's luck is better than Wu Ji's. Last time, he directly won the first prize of the latest version of Switch in the lottery of the cultural festival. Both are European Emperors."

Kirihara pursed his lips and said enviously.

"Then he always wears that strange mask?"

Yukimura continued to ask.

"Strange mask?"

Qieyuan was puzzled for a while, and then suddenly realized, "You mean the white fox mask on Brother Ah Shi's face?"

"Well, I remember that every time I saw him, he always wore that fox mask on his face, and he was basically wearing a red and white priest's uniform, but this time he suddenly changed into a black sportswear. Almost didn't recognize it."

"Official clothes?"

Yukimura heard another key word.

"Their family runs a shrine."

Kirihara replied honestly.

"It's the recently famous Honmaru Shrine, which was opened by Ah Shi and his family."

Having said that, he took out a golden garrison from his pocket and handed it to his minister.

"Their guardian is very popular on the Internet, and it is also very effective."

Yukimura looked at the ugly amulet that Kirihara handed him in front of him. He was quite accomplished in art, but he could see the intention of the maker from the ugly appearance of the amulet.

"Is this handmade?"

"Minister, how do you know?"

Kirihara looked at his minister with some doubts, and then replied, "The guards of their family seem to be sewn by hand. They are ugly, but they are very effective."

In order to verify the authenticity of his words, he also deliberately told his minister that he passed the final exam last semester and that his cousin gave birth smoothly.

Yukimura looked thoughtfully at the crookedly sewn Mimori in his hands.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the black-haired boy standing beside the hospital bed.

"Chi Ye, can you please help me get a few guards like this from that man?"

"Eh?"

Kirihara froze for a moment, looking at his minister lying on the bed in surprise.

"But Senior Liu told me, Minister, that your family is devout Christians."

Can people who believe in Christianity still bring the guardian of the shrine?

"Lian Er should be talking about my mother and grandmother. I, my father and my sister are all atheists."

The corners of Yukimura's mouth rose slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on his slightly pale and delicate face.

……

The next day, Fujikawa got up early again and came to Haibin Boulevard for a morning run. The few people who failed to strike up a conversation yesterday still did not give up. Come to him and ask him for his contact information.

When they talked to Fujikawa, they deliberately showed their well-trained tendons in front of him.

Fujikawa stared at these inexplicably muscular men for a while, then silently took out a few business cards from the pocket of his sweatpants, handed one to each of them, and then started today's morning run .

Those muscular men who came forward to strike up a conversation glanced at each other, and then looked down at the business card that Fujikawa Shi just handed them.

[Welcome to Honmaru Café] was written on the white business card paper in large black and bold characters, and the address and phone number were marked in a line of small black characters below.

The muscular men raised their heads and looked at each other.

Ah this...

……

When Fujikawa reached the seventh lap, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Mr. Fujikawa."

Fujikawa slowed down and looked back.

A teenager wearing the uniform of Lihai Junior High School was standing behind him.

"Mr. Fujikawa, good morning."

The young man greeted him with a smile.

Fujikawa was puzzled for a while, and then when he saw the boy's iconic short iris purple hair, he realized that he should be the boy who fainted on the side of the road yesterday and was taken to the hospital by him.

"Good morning."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

"Thank you very much yesterday. If you hadn't sent me to the hospital in time, I don't know how long I would have been lying on the side of the road."

The boy thanked him again with a sincere expression.

"You thanked me once yesterday."

Fujikawa waved his hand casually, "I just called an ambulance."

There is no need to thank you again so solemnly.

Hearing this sentence, the boy smiled and changed the subject.

"Has Mr. Fujikawa been jogging in this area all the time?"

Yukimura asked softly, pointing to the almost endless seaside avenue in front of him.

"No."

Fujikawa shook his head, "I only started running in the morning yesterday, and today is only the second day."

"That's really a coincidence."

The young man smiled and said, "It just so happened that you saved me who fell on the side of the road when you ran in the first morning. Is this a fateful coincidence?"

The young man has a pretty face, and when he smiles, his features become more delicate, shining brightly in the morning sun on the coast of Yokohama.

It's a pity that Fujikawa Toki has never had any idea about people's appearance. In his opinion, the boy opposite him is no different from ordinary junior high school students, except for his slightly weaker physique.

Fujikawa blinked, looked at the thin young man opposite and said slowly, "It's because you are too weak to faint easily, it's not fate."

The gentle smile on the corner of the boy's mouth suddenly froze on his face.

……