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

Seiichi Yukimura stood in front of the window, surrounded by silence, only the ticking of the clock.

He stared at his own reflection in the window.

This is the first time I have experienced this period of time repeatedly, and my mind feels blurred for a moment.

After he chose to withdraw from this farce, fate wrote the script again, and the story about "Yui Ogata" started again, only this time, there was no Yukimura Seichi in the story.

He also tried to meet her outside the story, but in the early autumn afternoon when he reappeared, he came out of the hospital and broke into the campus abruptly. .

"Yukimura-kun?" Fumata Marui, who was in the tennis club at the club's time, came late, "Why are you here?"

A sense of abnormality emerged quietly, Yukimura's eyes fell on his teammates, Marui Bunta came in a hurry, there were still crumbs of dessert on his fingers, noticing the minister's sight, he wiped it indifferently, "Meet a special piece of cake .”

"I think you are going to grab other people's cakes."

Kuwahara complained, handed over a tissue, and pointed to the red mark on Marui's hand, which seemed to be the mark accidentally left when arguing with someone.

"Ah, this—" Marui Fumada grinned, and turned his wrist nonchalantly, "It would be great if I could snatch it."

Yukimura Seichi interrupted their conversation, "Where did you go just now?"

"Home Economics Classroom..."

Before Marui Bunta finished speaking, the minister had disappeared before his eyes.

When he went to the home economics classroom, Ogata Yui had already left, and the club seniors pointed in the direction of the infirmary; but when he went to the infirmary, the school doctor asked him to go back to the class to look for it; In the empty classroom door, the surging emotions somewhere in my heart calmed down in the silence.

It turned out that without the destiny and arrangement in the dark, the fate between him and her was so weak that it was difficult to even meet her.

A question and answer from memory came to my ears.

【"Will you come to see me?"】

【"Will do."】

—However, would she really come to see him?

Perhaps the answer has long been clear, and it is only at this moment that he calmly accepts the coming reality.

This time, Yui Ogata was no longer obedient as before.She would refuse Marui Bunta's request and avoid the intersection with them. She changed quietly in places he could not see, joined new clubs, and got to know people around her with a more authentic attitude.However, even so, she still didn't have what Yukimura Seichi wanted.

In a trance, the boy pushed open the window, and the wind mixed with cicadas passed by his ears.

"Yukimura-kun?" The nurse knocked on the door of the ward and reminded, "It's time to prepare for the operation."

He suddenly remembered that this was the fifth repetition.

For four full reincarnations, both he and Yui Ogata, who recalled it, should be tired of this cookie-cutter story.The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and casually flipped through the poetry collection on the table.

"Yukimura-kun, what's wrong?"

"I'll come right away."

Before turning to leave, he looked again at the window, where the reflection in the glass watched him silently, blurred.

The imaginary gaze seems to be in a more distant place, passing through the thousands of households in the city, beyond the time of reciprocating cycles, and falling from the void, with a sense of indifference and superior judgment:

——If this is a game, you are not sure, and you are desperate.

——For four full reincarnations, you are just betting that she is a little special to you.

There was no one in the corridor, and the sound of footsteps gradually became clear from a distance.

These days, Yui Ogata has passed by the office of the Kaihara Festival Supervisory Committee for the seventh time. Unlike the previous few times, the door of the office today is closed, and it seems that no one is on duty.

There is still some time before the Haiyuan Festival.

Ogata Wei stood at the door, thoughtful.

During these days, she couldn't help but think of the other ending of the script that Yukimura Seichi said.

When he said "next time", perhaps today was anticipated?

Although she didn't want to admit it, she did care about that strange story. After hesitating for a moment, she pushed open the door of the office and walked in.The plans and programs of various clubs were placed on the table. She scanned the cover, but unexpectedly did not find the script belonging to the tennis club.

"Strange, last time at this time... it was clearly handed in."

Just as I was about to rummage carefully, there was a knocking sound from the door.

"Piyo~ What are you doing sneakily here?" The person came leaning against the door, holding a document in his hand.

Ogata Yui withdrew his hand with some guilt, "Then what are you doing here, King Ni."

"Submit a plan for the Haiyuan Festival."

What a good student to be so easily startled.Nioh Masaharu smiled, stopped teasing her, and raised the paper in his hand.

"……plan?"

The girl's expression became a little difficult to read, she was silent for a moment, and reconfirmed, "Did you just talk about the plan?"

"What's wrong?"

"Shouldn't it be a script?"

Nioh Masaharu was taken aback, "Why do you..."

"I just know it."

"According to the tradition, we did prepare a stage play," Nioh Masaharu showed a look of unbearable recollection, "However, our minister is a willful guy."

"Yukimura...?"

"That guy didn't have time to finish writing what he said, so he changed to another program temporarily."

It is clearly a script that has been completed once, how could it be impossible to finish it?

Ogata Yui frowned, feeling that there seemed to be some other reason hidden behind this behavior, she raised her head and asked, "Is it true that you haven't finished writing?"

"Huh? Why do you care more about the tennis club's program than I do?"

"I would like to know."

Perhaps sensing her seriousness, Nioh Masaharu restrained his joking attitude a little bit, "I haven't read the script. However, I probably haven't finished writing it. After all, Yukimura... just think he's busy these days."

Yui Ogata subconsciously recalled the previous experiences. In his memory, Yukimura Seichi had nothing to do throughout the first ten days of July. The only thing he did was to wait for the surgery time to arrive as scheduled.

She was about to continue to ask, but the short ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted the conversation.

Nioh Masaharu glanced at the screen, his expression turned cold, "Sorry, I have to go first."

He put the plan on the desk, and when passing by Yui Ogata who was still in a daze, he paused for a moment, as if he was recalling how Yui Ogata got related to Yukimura Seiki.

The boy hesitated to speak, but finally told her:

"If you're really interested in the script, maybe you can look it up in the tennis club."

"..."

"If there is no accident, it should be placed in Sanada's cabinet."

I thought it would take some effort to get into the tennis club, and I had to convince Sanada Genichiro or sneak in, but after the club work ended, unexpectedly no one stayed in the tennis club today for additional training, and Yui Ogata got in smoothly.

She got the script from the cabinet, feeling a little unreal.

Just as she was about to open it, someone passed by outside the door, and she subconsciously held her breath.

Is a student on duty in the tennis club.

Fortunately, they didn't plan to go into the lounge, they just chatted while walking.

"The main election is not here today."

"Is it because of that? Minister Yukimura's surgery seems to be today."

"Although no one revealed it, there is no other reason." They passed the lounge, and the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. The young man who was talking took a step back in surprise, and completely missed the point, "...wait, Why are there girls in our department?!"

Ogata Yui seemed to have never heard of it, "When is the last Kanto competition?"

"Three, three weeks later." The member of the tennis club answered subconsciously, and then realized, "So why did you—"

Before he finished speaking, the girl had already brushed shoulders and ran out of him.

The light spots passing through the tree shadow hurriedly passed over the body.

In the flickering light, many pictures and sounds suddenly flashed in the chaotic mind, Ogata Yui closed his eyes, as if silently colliding with the memories, those fragments scattered and gathered, finally frozen into a few seemingly casual chats .

【—"The final day of the Kanto competition, I will have an operation on that day."】

【—"It will not fail."】

【——"Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I didn't have the surgery on this day?"】

At that time, there seemed to be a reasonable explanation for the boy's meaningful gaze at her, Nioh Masaharu's hasty departure, the empty tennis club, and the unfinished script—

Yukimura Seiichi brought up the operation time.

Even though he knew that the success rate of the operation was not optimistic, even though he knew that his fate was on the right track, but he turned his back on the safe path of repetition—why did he do this?

In any case, she must prevent this terrible mistake.

Twilight came on little by little.

She hurried through the crowds at peak hours and stopped at the zebra crossing. Countless strangers passed her by at this moment, as if they were asking questions from the world.

Ogata Yui turned his head.

The street lights were on, and at the end of the orange light was the quiet campus of the High School Attached to Lihai University.Time passed silently, the bell tower stood upright in the dusk, casting shadows like giant black beasts, spreading along the road, pressing down involuntarily.

She closed her eyes, turned around and walked away, breaking free from the shadow in the hallucination.

The corridor of the hospital was brightly lit, passing through the dazzling white light, Ogata Yui found the room where Yukimura Seiichi was located according to the impression in his memory, and she pushed the door open.

The afterglow of the setting sun remained, through the window, reflected in the empty ward.

The owner of the room seemed to have just left. He only took a sip from the water glass on the table, and the poetry collection next to him was opened in the middle, and he hadn't had time to put down the bookmark.

She took a deep breath and walked in.

……

The water in the glass has cooled completely.

The wind-blown book stayed on a certain page, and she reached out to smooth out the creases on the paper, and unexpectedly found that this was the poetry collection that Seiichi Yukimura hadn't finished reading last time.

Slender fingertips across the black and white words, Ogata Yui lowered his eyes to see clearly the line of poem that he hadn't noticed last time.

As if something attracted her gaze, she subconsciously read out,

"I'm the last passer-by on your way,

The last spring, the last snow..."

Her voice suddenly disappeared, and the black characters in front of her eyes were dyed with more vivid colors in the evening light, making her look extraordinarily dazzling.

"The last time, the battle for survival."

Her hands seemed to freeze.

The characters twisted and changed in front of her eyes, and some fragmented memories appeared in the shadows of the intertwined words. The voices passed by her ears vaguely, and she remembered it belatedly. At the end of the memory, Seiichi Yukimura said "We ",He said--

【"One day, we will get the answer."】

And in a seemingly ordinary scene, when the boy hasn't turned a page for a long time and his eyes fall on this line of poems, has everything of today been decided.

She almost forgot Yukimura Seiichi's domineering character.

At that time, the boy's tone was so determined because from the very beginning, he had no intention of staying out of it.

He withdraws from the story, turns and dives into the deeper vortex of fate, or falls, or snatches from it something that can replace victory.

So he said -- "We'll have an answer."

Ogata Yui turned her head suddenly, and she ran towards the operating room.

At the end of the corridor, the door of the operating room was tightly closed, and the indicator light was bright red, which was a signal of "operation in progress".On the seats on both sides of the corridor, there were some familiar silent figures.Someone noticed her and looked up with a surprised look.

At that moment, Ogata Yui only felt overwhelming exhaustion.

She has come too late.

The girl didn't say hello to anyone in the tennis club. She seemed to have lost her words, and she just wanted to find a corner where no one would be disturbed, and sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

She pushed open the door of the stairwell next to her, and when the light disappeared, almost all the strength in her body was exhausted, and she slid against the wall and sat on the ground.

Suddenly, she noticed something falling.

It was the script she took out from the tennis club, and subconsciously, it was held tightly in her hand.

Yui Ogata unfolded the crumpled paper, and she turned to the last page.

【"what is this?"

"Princess, this is a heart." The imperial minister said, "Of course, there is also a jewel that is unparalleled in the world."

He paused and asked:

"Or, do you want this heart——"】

The nerve endings seemed to be ignited by someone, and in the burning pain, Ogata Yui clearly realized that this was not an unfinished script.

This is a question that Yukimura Seiichi did not get an answer to until the end of the story.

As if hallucinating, the mechanical sound of the instrument starting appeared in my ears.

It was a kind of unshakable determination and indifference above fate, as sharp as a blade.

It seems that someone is pressing in the deep sky:

"Do you want this heart?"

……

This is the sincerity that has been held in front of you at a huge price.

This heart will let you walk into the world.

This is the heart that will make you taste and suffer.

Do you want it?

The author has something to say: Who dares to say no to this.

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep-water torpedo: Jiuyou yusa 1; (too many!!!! Boss!!)

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Xiaomai;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 2 for Raylene; 1 for Ah Chao, Masaharu's Heart, Lingyin Lin, and Asuka;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿朝50瓶；塞甜包30瓶；未若、孟期颐5瓶；豆子2瓶；189599301瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!