[Net King] It's just that the butterfly doesn't want to

At dusk, the setting sun shines into the quiet library.

After tidying up today's work, Ogata Yui remembered that she would be tutoring Kirihara Chiya later, she paused while packing her schoolbag, her fingertips touched the hard cover, and she was in a daze for a moment before remembering the book Yukimura Seichi asked her to return The book is still in the bag.

She pulled out the book "Do You Like Brahms", her eyes rested on the title of the book, and the memory of a rainy night was gradually revived, moist and inexplicably shrouded.

【"However, this conductor has an album that I love very much."

"what?"

"Brahms Four."

"Is it……"】

Memories are like dried flowers after air-drying, maintaining a superficial appearance, and withering at the fingertips at the slightest touch.The boring practice, the quiet piano room, the weight of the piano case on the shoulders, the rainy night quiz after the concert... The picture is clear and far away, but the answer she gave at the beginning has become blurred at this moment.

Does she really like it?

When she saw the title of the book in the ward, she felt quite complicated at that moment. After a few days of self-questioning, it gradually turned into an unspeakable annoyance. On the table, the movements are not tender.

—what does he mean by that?

Condescending questioning after seeing the truth?Or the unique irony of smart people?

If she is expected to be affected by memories, then there is no need to do so, and she does not believe that Yukimura Seichi who coldly said "you are this kind of character" would have such a naive idea.

"what happened?"

Behind the bookshelf, Liu Lianer saw the girl's expression suddenly changing.

"……fine."

The unspeakable troubles made Yui Ogata feel even worse. She quickly registered the return date of the book, thinking that no matter what happened, she didn't want to see Yukimura Seiichi again in a short time.

She found the shelf for the book in sequence, and when she was about to put it back, she felt the uneven gap in the pages.

By accident, she turned to that page. The story was about the heroine who received a letter and was invited to a concert. She planned to refuse, but after a complicated psychological confession, she decided to go to the appointment. The letter asked " Do you like Brahms?", and the heroine gave a tangled reply when she went to the appointment: ["I didn't know whether I liked Brahms."]

Her gaze stopped at the last sentence on the page:

【"I don't know if you can come." Simon said, "Please believe me, it doesn't matter to me whether you like Brahms or not."】

The movement of holding the book was stiff for a moment, and when she put it back, her arm felt a little sore. She turned her wrist, and the slight soreness spread to other places.

The corridor between the bookshelves was very quiet, and she was stunned for a while.

After so many days of self-questioning, it seems to have calmed down a little. In the silent questioning, the one who asked the question gave the answer on his own. At that moment, the memory faded in his mind, and the silhouette of the boy in the ward seemed to be Suddenly someone outlined it heavily, making it clearer and more difficult to guess.

The spring breeze rushed in, and there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Liu Lian'er, who is very familiar with numbers, reminded her, "It's time for tutoring in 7 minutes."

"..."

Perhaps seeing her inner activities that she didn't want to go, Liu Lian'er changed her words slowly: "Don't worry, considering Chi Ye's character, the probability of him being late is 85%."

Ogata Yui couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go and have a look."

After locking the door of the library, she and Liu Renji walked to the empty classroom specially vacated by Mr. Higuchi—this overzealous arrangement probably also belonged to the setting of the plot.

Ogata Yui secretly glanced at the young man next to him. Under the soft light in the afternoon, the young man with an elegant demeanor looked more refined, but recently he always frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and the pen that recorded the data occasionally Stopped on the paper in a trance, condensed into ink dots for a long time.

"Are you wondering why the dean will arrange for me to make up lessons for Kirihara?"

In the quiet corridor where subtle echoes can be heard, the girl asked softly.

"It's not that there is no such probability."

"But it's low, right?"

"...10% to 15%." Liu Lian'er said, "Based on the suitable candidates."

Ogata Yui blinked, almost applauding for him in his heart.

As expected of Liu Lian'er, who firmly believes that "data can't lie", she can actually draw conclusions based on the limited amount of information.

But it's normal, the tutoring was forced by Seiichi Yukimura in advance, if it follows the original development, it probably won't be so easy for the staff of the tennis club to see the flaws.

She was a little curious about how far Liu Lianer could see through this flaw.

"Lian Er, do you think it's a coincidence?"

The boy paused, "I never believe in coincidences."

"what is that?"

Is it accident, miracle, fate...?

Liu Lian Er shook his head, he stated flatly, "I don't know."

The young man who loves data firmly believes that all things must have their internal connection. If it cannot be known from the surface, then is there someone who dominates all this in the dark?After stripping away subjective emotions, data can often give answers.

"But I believe that all the things that appear in front of us are created—"

He considered his words and hesitated for a moment.

And the girl seemed to have the answer long ago, she continued without thinking, "——Illusion?"

The boy was silent for a moment:

"...Why do you think so?"

"Isn't it?" She asked naturally.

This reaction deepened the frown between Liu Lian'er's brows, but he didn't explain his original intention-everything is created, no matter it is truth or illusion.

After walking quietly for a while, he pushed open the door of the empty classroom.

In line with his data, Kirihara Chiya was indeed late.

He heard the girl behind her cover her mouth and couldn't hold back her laughter, and he probably thought that Kirihara Akashi was also a guy who was easy to see through.He turned his head slightly to see Ogata Yui's expression now.

When the girl smiled, her dimly shining eyes met his gaze.

Since when, when he observes Yui Ogata, she will also watch him.

Because they didn't stop in time, the distance between the two people who stopped at the door of the classroom was a little close, and the flowing air seemed to be covered with each other's body temperature. At dusk, the slender figure of the girl was completely shrouded by the shadow of the boy, which almost made people feel a sense of indifference. The illusion of easy possession.

As long as he reaches out.

The sober mind that has always been occupied by numbers occasionally has other accidents. The dusk sprinkles in the air like melted golden sugar, and the thinking is stained with sticky sweetness, making it a little dull. Under his slightly closed eyes, Ogata Yui took a quiet step back.

Lian Er thought slowly that she would not do this kind of action before.

She doesn't distance herself, ask him meaningful questions, or respond to his observations.

In comparison, he is actually more comfortable with girls who don't know anything.

Because when she raised her eyes and cast a slightly inquiring gaze on herself, the illusion that something was about to be ignited would burn along her line of sight until he couldn't resist.

He thought of the topic that the two of them had avoided by coincidence on the way just now.

"I've always felt that..."

That layer of pale golden light outlines the boy's indifferent but overly delicate eyebrows and eyes, "Illusions have a heavier power than reality."

Ogata Wei was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Why?"

"Because the truth cannot be chosen."

"..."

The boy's knuckles holding the notebook were slightly tightened. He stared at the girl's slightly widened eyes because of surprise. There was still a trace of residual heat in the beam of light mixed with golden sugar, and he continued calmly:

"But sometimes, you have to choose whether to succumb to the illusion."

Who is the clamoring heartbeat, losing its rhythm in the silence.

Ogata Yui subconsciously grabbed the corner of the skirt. Many times, seeing Liu Lian'er's indifferent appearance of recording data and analyzing abnormalities, she even suspected that Liu Lian'er, who had known her since the first grade, might be a Someone sober enough to never be affected by anomalies.

But at this moment, in the silent stare at each other under the setting sun, she was startled to realize that she was completely in the wrong direction.

"—what are you standing here for?"

Chiya Kirihara's voice came from far away from the end of the corridor, breaking the almost frozen confrontation.

When Yui Ogata turned her head to talk to Chiya Kirihara, she felt a sense of relief in her heart, mixed with a little unspeakable guilt, but she had no time to take care of these, she just instinctively wanted to escape behind Liu Ren's second words meaning.

Just like she avoids Marui Bunta and doesn't want to contact Yukimura Seichi...

There was a feeling in them that she could not understand.

Due to the gradually heavy training of the tennis club, Yagyu Hiroshi and Yanagi Renji who were originally in charge of tutoring are no longer suitable, but Kirihara Chiya's grades are still a mess, and he cannot relax his vigilance.

Ogata Yui opened Kirihara's book, and the scribbled patterns on it made her eyes go dark.

"……what."

Kirihara Akashi was also sitting on the chair, obviously noticed her speechlessness, scratched his head and explained, "English class is really boring."

"Is the English in your class taught by Mr. Okabe?"

"correct."

"He also taught me in second grade."

She decisively refuted Akaya Kirihara's excuse.

The boy scratched his hair, and slammed his forehead against the edge of the table irritably, "How can this be the same? You are obviously very patient with things you are not interested in."

Sighing silently, Ogata Yui sorted out his course progress from the beginning.

Under the boring conversation of one question and one answer, her thoughts were a little scattered, and she recalled that a long time ago, she had just noticed the abnormality of the world, and tried to grasp a straw when facing Akaya Kirihara, and once suggested giving him tutoring.

Now that I think about it, there are already signs.

Even if there is no memory, the setting and past belonging to "Ogata Yui" can affect her unconsciously.

Spring is in harmony, and the early-blooming trees are already swaying with the wind, and the petals are floating in from the window sporadically.

The boy was trapped by boring exercises for many days, and his brows and eyes were gradually stained with manic depression, but when he looked up and saw the quiet figure of the girl, he lowered his head depressedly.Kirihara Chi also thought for a long time, and finally figured out the reason for this situation. He asked with a hint of anger:

"Why would Mr. Higuchi arrange for you to tutor me?"

Fragmented memories are always awakened from the depths by some kind of opportunity.

[Lively midsummer.

The noisy cicadas chirped one after another.

"Why are you giving me extra lessons?"

Kirihara Chi, who had just finished training, also pulled away the chair and made a sharp sound. He put down his schoolbag irritably. Following the movement, the water drops that had not been wiped from the locker room slipped from the tips of his hair and disappeared into his collar.

Even though the training was exhausting, he still came to the cram school as agreed.

Perhaps because of this, Ogata Yui didn't care about his rude attitude, but handed out a tissue in a friendly manner.

"cut."

The boy turned his head and didn't appreciate it.

So a few seconds later, he felt the faint temperature approaching him, and the girl stretched out her hand to wipe the slightly curly hair dripping with water droplets as if she couldn't stand it. His body that was startled and sitting upright made it easier for her to move.

He heard a chuckle overhead.

The strength was pulled away, like a tamed pet, quietly letting her do whatever she wanted, something else spread from the tip of the hair all the way to the tip of the ear, through the blood vessels, and rushed through the body, unable to stop.

Finally, she let go of the boy's hair leisurely.

"I do not know……"

The coolness of the dripping water still remained on the fingertips she withdrew. She held her face with that hand, seemed to think for a moment, and then innocently said the clear answer:

"Could it be because you listen to me better?"]

The question and answer in memory almost coincided with the atmosphere at this moment.

Ogata Yui looked at Kirihara Chi and suppressed his irritated expression, whether it was the memory picture or this moment, the answer was so similar.

"Hey?"

Kirihara Chi also kicked her chair, very dissatisfied that she was blatantly distracted in front of him.

"Well... because I'm free."

"what?"

"That's it."

The electric fan turned dully above her head and made a traceable sound. She nodded to him affirmatively, quietly hiding the well-known answer under the boy's dullness.

The memory is gradually awakened by similar scenes.

Countless pieces piece together a scorching summer. The scene in the picture seems to be melted by the sun and distorted by the heat wave. It is hazy, except for the noisy cicadas, which travel straight through time and space.

In the endless sweltering heat, there are always pictures of her and Akaya Kirihara getting along with each other.

until one day-

[Looking out of the classroom window, you can see the tennis club being trained.

On a hot day, the teenagers in the tennis club were still bouncing and bouncing under the hot sun, full of energy.The crowd laughed playfully, mixed with the sound of tennis balls colliding and hitting the ground, distant and vague, like another world.

She stood by the window for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, no one opened the door of the classroom, and Kirihara Chi was probably left for extra training by the tennis club.

Thinking this vaguely in her mind, the short ringtone of the mobile phone seemed to know her heart, and the name of the head of the tennis department was displayed on the unread message column.

Mostly to inform the news.

Ogata Yui nodded indifferently, his eyes froze——

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

In the ears are the jokes of the teenagers, occasionally mixed with Kirihara Chiya’s protests, the sea breeze blows against the lush branches and leaves, rustling, and the tram speeds in the distance, making a dull roar.

The heart pumped uncontrollably.

She raised her head belatedly, and looked out of the window at the point where her gaze had just fallen.

Yukimura Seiichi just put down his phone, he turned around, raised his face slowly, his gaze came silently with the wind in the fading sunset, his expression against the light was difficult to see through.

Across the bustling school road and the tennis court where people often pass by, the sound and distance suddenly disappeared.

It seemed that there were only the two of them left, staring at each other quietly in the silenced space. 】

——This is the first time Yukimura Seiichi appeared in this memory.

In the same classroom, Yui Ogata came to his senses, and Akira Kirihara, who was facing him, was still biting his pen, as if he had encountered a problem, staring blankly, with sleepiness gradually appearing between his brows and eyes.

She stood up in a daze.

Opening the curtains, the warm spring light slanted in, and the sudden brightness caused Akiya Kirihara to drop the pen in his hand to the table with a "snap".

"What are you looking at?" he asked behind him in confusion.

She stood where it coincided with the memory.

At that time, whether she was staring at someone here for a long time without knowing it, or was it just the other side's words... After going through a long, misplaced time and space, she is no longer able to judge.

But now, at this moment.

For the first time, she discovered that this was a classroom with a clear view of the tennis court.

The author has something to say: That's right, the next chapter is another episode from Brother Cun's perspective.

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Yukimura Seichi Chapter: Mediocrity

Spoiler: Yukimura Seiichi Line

"Ms. Higuchi arranged after-school tutoring for Chiya."

The midsummer sun shone on the tennis court, so hot that it was dazzling, Yukimura Seiichi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The wind blowing from the sea carried a hint of hot breath, blowing over his hot skin, and the boy who experienced this midsummer once again even had a leisurely thought: He didn't realize that the summer of the third grade was so hot before.

Amid the noisy cicadas, Liu Lian-er continued beside him:

"It's a girl from Group E."

"..."

"The grades are not bad, and the scores in all subjects are very average."

For the data expert Yanagi Renji, such a simple introduction of someone is really rare. Yukimura Seiichi's eyes fell on the blank pages of his notebook.

It was just an illusion, Liu Lian'er felt the air gradually tense.

At the moment when some kind of explosive emotions were about to pile up to the peak, Seiichi Yukimura lowered his eyes quietly, and the inexplicable uneasy factors in the air disappeared, and the head of the tennis department, who had just recovered from a long illness, looked at the court again, as if he was not distracted Hear him speak.

It's been a long time.

Yukimura Seiichi's gaze was still focused on the tennis court, but he asked, "Is the person who tutored Akiya Yui Ogata?"

In order to reformulate Kirihara Chiya's training arrangements, Liu Renji met Yui Ogata in the office after school.

The scene was actually a bit embarrassing.

Although Yukimura Seichi could immediately guess the girl's name based on limited information, it was clear that the girl didn't know him.

After Liu Renji finished introducing herself, her gaze fell hesitantly on the silent Yukimura Seiichi, as if she wanted to ask "Then who is this?" curiosity.

Liu Lianji discussed with her about Kirihara Chiya's training arrangements and schoolwork arrangements.

For a while, there were only two voices talking in low voices in the room, and the third person present was as quiet as if he never existed.

"there's one more thing."

Before leaving and leaving, Yukimura Seiichi said the first sentence after entering the door. He acted like a minister who had been quietly listening to their plans and caring about the younger generation, with a normal expression.

"Chi Ye is often punished for additional training, which may delay your time."

"Eh?" Ogata was stunned, the first thing she cared about was Kirihara, "Is he so unlucky?"

There was almost no smile on Yukimura's face, "If there is an emergency, I will notify you separately."

"..."

"is it okay?"

"Ah, good."

Confused, it was clear that she and Yanagi Renji made the schedule, but before leaving, Ogata Yui exchanged contact information with Yukimura Seichi.

From meeting to saying goodbye, it was only a short ten minutes.

During this short and vague time, Yukimura Seiichi, who followed on a whim, did not listen to a word they said. The mood frozen in the cold winter melted in midsummer. The boy who stepped into this reincarnation for the second time met the girl again. Strange eyes, thinking with a trace of tiredness and mockery: That's right.

The light of midsummer flickers among the branches and leaves, and the winter snow has long since melted.

Get rid of the embarrassment of being treated as a stranger.

Stripped of possessiveness.

The novelty of discovering anomalies dies in repetition.

At this moment, he even has leeway to think about what he can get from Yui Ogata?

The answer is of course no.

At the grand bonfire party, under the dots of lights, she promised to remember him.

But she can't do it.

"Yui Ogata" is just an illusion, she has all the qualities they favor, she is gentle and obedient, she will never reject anyone, and she will never fall in love with anyone, she is a dream that cannot be held in the palm of your hand, but can make people indulge in it—— And he was clearly the one who was already awake.

Just to maintain the stability of the tennis club, she shouldn't be allowed to get close to the main pick other than Chiya Kirihara.

Seiichi Yukimura looked at the newly added contacts on the phone, and paused almost invisibly, but in the end he didn't press the delete button.

He turns off the screen.

The calendar was torn page by page, and Kirihara Chiya's grades, which almost made the dean desperate, improved at a slow and steady pace.Even Genichiro Sanada, who has always been strict with him, has been amiable when he sees him recently.

"Chi Ye has worked very hard." Liu Lian'er commented with satisfaction.

Yukimura was noncommittal.

While talking, the lower grades surrounded Kirihara Akaya, who had performed well in the training match, and walked into the rest area. The carefree boy said hello, then reached into the drink box behind him, and groped for a while, "What... all of you Finished."

"Obviously there are more!"

"I don't like this taste." He withdrew his hand, ready to go to the vending machine to buy drinks.

When he was about to leave the rest area, someone called his name.

Kirihara Chi also felt his heart skip a beat.

Minister Yukimura seems to be in a bad mood recently, and it's probably not a good thing to be named by him.With such a premonition, he turned his head stiffly, and something brushed past his ear, causing a bit of coolness to rush through the air.He subconsciously reached out to catch it.

It is a bottle of cold drink, and Kirihara Chi also prefers the taste.

"minister?"

The boy blinked blankly, unable to digest the sudden love that was three years late.

"Don't you like it?" Yukimura stood in the shadows, without any expression on his face, he said, "I'll leave it to you."

Intuition gave an early warning in his mind, but Kirihara Chiya didn't ask anything, there was no thought of humility in the single-celled mind.After thanking the boy, he unceremoniously squeezed the jar and lifted the iron ring, and the air bubbles rushed out of the mouth of the jar.

Yukimura Seiichi looked away.

On the place where the cold drink was placed on the table, there was only a faint circle of water marks, and he reached out to wipe it away.

fair enough.

During the noisy class break, you have to go through the classroom closest to the stairs to return to class from the roof garden. Yukimura Seiki walked through the noisy crowd, raised his eyes inadvertently, and looked towards the side classroom.

The tall boy stood on the podium and said funny words loudly, and the people below laughed together. It took a while for someone to drive the overly lively boy off the podium.

His gaze stopped at the corner by the window.

Yui Ogata, who bowed his head and was seriously working on the question, looked dissociated.

Accompanied by the sense of boredom and sneer in the picture in front of him, he drowned almost instantly, breathing like drowning in water.When he was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the corner of the girl's lips curled up slowly and slightly.

Someone in the classroom also noticed it, and teased it without any surprise:

"Xiao Wei, you are so dumb."

She was a beat too slow to refute, "That's not it."

"I really want to see what's going on in your head every day."

The brown twin ponytails were pulled, and she stretched out her hand to defend, "I'm doing a problem!"

As he said that, the ponytail on the other side was also pulled by someone, and the girl's sour face made the people around him laugh out good-naturedly.

No one noticed that outside the classroom, someone paused briefly and left quietly.

What is Yui Ogata thinking?

What would she think?

This question suddenly hit me one afternoon, and it appeared in my mind unreasonably. Accompanied by the more noisy singing of cicadas after entering midsummer, it kept coming and going, lingering.Just a curiosity about "anomalies," he thought.

He maintained a distance that would never offend, and occasionally his eyes fell on someone from afar.

Yui Ogata still looked serious, but this time, she didn't join the orchestra or the drama club. Apart from tutoring, she had almost no other extracurricular activities, and she didn't even get close to the tennis court because of Akaya Kirihara.

A speculation about "Yui Ogata" gradually took shape in his heart.

He looked at Akaya Kirihara who had just finished training.

"In such hot weather, Xiangyou-chan is still outside the tennis club."

The topics that the teenagers chatted about were poor and pitiful. A student of the same grade hooked Kirihara Chiya's shoulder, implying him to look outside the tennis club.

"Oh." Kirihara Chi also glanced quickly, not quite understanding.

"Why do you think she keeps watching your training games?"

Kirihara Chi also thought for a while, and this time said firmly: "She should also like tennis very much."

"..."

The student at the same level withdrew his hand awkwardly, hesitant to speak, and finally asked with a sigh, "Chiya, do you have a favorite type of girl?"

Kirihara Chi also frowned slightly, and went over the question in his mind. Since it was beyond the scope of understanding, the key words he grasped a little irritably were:

"girl?"

"Yeah, you don't think Class A's—"

The student of the same grade whispered the names of the girls in his ears, and a vague figure that would not appear in his mouth slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Kirihara Chi also relaxed his brows, and when he was about to think about it, he was calmed down by the minister. The voice interrupted.

Like pouring a basin of cold water on a scorching summer, he said:

"Are you two free? Go swing your racket."

"Eh?!" Kirihara Chi was also shocked, "Why?"

Generally speaking, Vice Minister Sanada is keen on giving him extra training, and Minister Yukimura prefers things within the plan, while the orderly minister smiled slightly and said with a little encouragement, "I see you haven't exerted your full strength today. .”

Unable to tell what was wrong, Kirihara Akaya returned to the training ground dazedly holding the tennis racket.

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the back of the boy who was staggering, and it was almost certain that some kind of restraint was superimposed on Yui Ogata.

That kind of restraint was imposed on the name "Ogata Yui" by them, and Kirihara Akashi has not yet realized anything related to ambiguity, so far it has not affected girls. Once he realizes his feelings——

She will become more suitable for Akaya Kirihara.

Like a gift tailor-made by fate.

When he came to this conclusion, Yukimura thought that he would at least have a sense of accomplishment in solving the puzzle.

But before that, a certain afternoon, after the room burst into laughter, the girl's blunt, slightly curved lips, at that moment, her breathing was a little suffocated.

He wanted to do something to divert his attention, but when he came back to his senses, he was still sending her a text message, informing her that Kirihara Chi would also have additional training today, and the tutoring would be cancelled.

The dusk gradually shrouded the sky.

The phone in her hand remained silent, and she didn't reply.

The last person to train in the tennis club also left the venue, and the student on duty who was in charge of cleaning asked cautiously, "Is there anything else the minister can do?" Seiichi Yukimura shook his head, and he walked out, not in the direction of the school gate.

He followed the school road and walked back to the teaching building.

Every step on the silent corridor echoed slightly.

In a trance, the road seems to have become extraordinarily long. He thought of the rain when the girl was in a mess when he first met, the melodious piano sound in the sunset, and whose bright eyes were under the lights... The cool long wind blew away the memory picture, and the boy pushed away. that door.

In the quiet classroom, the girl was lying on the table, fast asleep.

Outside the window was the purple twilight, and the gorgeous sunlight fell on the corners of her eyes and brows, making her look a little hazy.

Yukimura Seiichi stopped by the door, wanting to laugh for a moment.

In any case, he can always find something familiar in Yui Ogata - the kind of indifference hidden in the harmless appearance, deep in his heart that doesn't care much about anyone.

She doesn't ask Nioh Masaharu's whereabouts, doesn't care why Kirihara Akaya didn't come during the tutoring time, and when she met Yukimura Seichi, she never took the initiative to approach him.

Behind the gentle tolerance with almost no bottom line is extreme indifference.

He shouldn't have approached her.

The optimal solution clearly appeared in his mind, but his body movements did not follow it.Yukimura stood in front of the table and looked down. From his perspective, it was a girl with long and dense eyelashes, a flower-like red lips, and a white neck protruding from the collar of her school uniform...all of them were girls of this age Unique, fragile and pitiful beauty.

If he wakes up Yui Ogata now, she probably won't be angry, but will burst into a soft smile, with his figure reflected in her clear eyes, and she will whisper his name and talk to him.

The beauty is like an illusion covered with honey syrup.

It can be easily owned, but never really touched.

Yukimura Seiichi put the jacket on the girl's thin shoulders. The boy's jacket was a little too big for her, almost covering her figure, only showing the side face.

This is redundant behavior.

The teenager who has always been more focused on results is judging in his heart.

Any emotion he projected towards Yui Ogata, be it curiosity, sympathy, possessiveness... even a weak heartbeat, are nothing but nothing but nothing but mediocrity and mediocrity.

The string in my mind was tense to the point of throbbing.

Yukimura Seiichi rubbed his temples, he didn't disturb the sleeping girl, turned around and walked out of the classroom, and left slowly along the way he came, without looking back once.

Walking out of the school gate, the twilight dissipated, and the stars appeared in the distance.

The young man raised his head, and in an instant, many pictures flashed through his mind. In the long time of getting along, he actually only believed in Ogata for the only time—not because of her preferences similar to his own, nor her promise—that those who were too Having a perfect picture was never enough to win Yukimura Seiichi's credit.

Only when they met for the first time, the girl fell into the rain curtain covered in a mess.

She said blankly that her heart was beating very fast.

At that moment, he really thought she had a heart.

……

The evening wind rolled up the curtain and slapped it on the glass. In the dim twilight, Ogata Yui opened his eyes sleepily.

The clock above the blackboard showed the time. She blinked blankly and straightened up. Something slipped from her shoulders, and she reached out to catch it. It was a boy's coat, as if someone's warmth still remained.

She sat there for a while, then walked to the window with her coat in her arms.

The sky is dark gray, and the floating clouds are blown away by the sea breeze. Tomorrow will probably be a cloudless and sunny day.

I don't know why, but a snow fell in my dream.

The author has something to say: this episode is not finished, there is still a chapter, I am editing TT

(Brother Cun who cut the original line: I woke up, I pretended.)

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Seiichi Yukimura · Self-disturbance

Spoiler: Yukimura Seiichi Line

After days of high temperature warnings, it finally entered the first rainy season in summer.

In the tennis club in the morning, in the sudden cooling gust, Seiichi Yukimura just coughed a little, and was immediately asked out of the tennis court by the deputy head of the tennis club, and seriously begged him to ask for leave for today's club work.

Even though he had explained that he didn't have a cold, he obviously couldn't shake Sanada Genichiro's stubbornness.

After school, the head of the tennis department with nothing to do went down the stairs.

The crackling rain hit the window, and the gloomy weather made people feel dark clouds. He took out the umbrella from the cabinet, and when he walked to the door, his footsteps stopped.

A slanting wind with raindrops rushed in.

The girl's thin summer school uniform was blown up by the wind, and her slightly wet hair fell down on her cheeks. She blinked and looked at the rain falling outside the eaves. Her bright eyes seemed to be stained with water vapor and shone dimly.

The sharp wind is approaching the shower, the leaves on both sides of the school road are shaking, and the deep shadows almost seem to be diffused.

In the silent space, the noisy sound of rain magnified infinitely in the ears.

Ogata Yui, who was in his line of sight, didn't notice the people behind him, he was just staring at the rain curtain in a daze, as if he was waiting for the rain to stop.

Subtle drops of water soaked the screen, and something in my mind became very blurred for a moment.

Seiichi Yukimura stood in the shadow of the teaching building, leaning against the wall and waited for a long time. The rain was still endless, but the campus became more and more quiet, and he could hear the breathing of another person in the rain curtain like an illusion.

He walked out of the teaching building.

The youthful aura that suddenly approached her side brought Yui Ogata back to her senses. She tilted her head slightly, dazed for a moment, and when she was about to say hello, she handed over a long-handled umbrella, and the knuckles of her fingers holding the umbrella were clearly defined.

The Head of the Tennis Department, who had only had a simple exchange of emails and seemed a little unapproachable, still looked aloof and indifferent at this moment.

He looked at her distantly and restrainedly.

"Do you want to use it?" he asked.

This indifferent kindness looks colder in the rain.

Yui Ogata pursed her lips. Girls who were unintentionally surrounded by love and tolerance were not used to being treated with this attitude. She was about to speak when Seiichi Yukimura seemed to see through her thoughts and put the umbrella directly into her hand .

In fact, her answer is not important at all.

Even girls who are a little slow to perceive other people's emotions can clearly see this fact from his words and deeds at this moment.

—but would she be angry?

For a moment, Yukimura Seiichi hoped so.

The girl who took the umbrella was only stunned for a moment, probably realizing that this was an undeniable kindness.She thanked softly, and opened the umbrella in front of the rain curtain. The shadow isolated the rustling tree shadow, and it was like the black spread from the tree shadow.

"Yukimura-san, do you want to go together?"

she asked nicely.

Yui Ogata is too gentle and