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

She couldn't remember how she left the home economics classroom.

More than half of the lunch break time had slipped away, and the quiet campus was gradually occupied by restlessness. The students in the aisle also gathered together, chatting aimlessly about daily trivial matters.Looking from the high-rise of the teaching building, the coastal train flew by, and the girl seemed to be awakened by the roaring movement, she stopped and stayed in place.

The hurried classmate passed her, accidentally bumped into the girl's shoulder, and ran away quickly while saying "sorry".

It's like being pulled back from a nightmare to the hustle and bustle of reality.

Ogata Yui held the place where he was hit, and felt a dull pain that was not serious.

The campus at noon is a scene that cannot be quiet.

The chirping of cicadas from the branches and leaves, the dull sound of the electric fan continuously turning, the sound of the opening of the soda bottle, and the vibration of the basketball passing through the basket and falling heavily.

Everything presented within the field of vision is perfectly normal.

If she had to draw conclusions, she thought—in this scene, the only abnormal person was the one who discovered the "abnormality".

"……Ugh."

Under the warm lighting and in the warmly furnished room, Ogata Yui was writing with his injured hand crookedly, trying to analyze the current situation clearly.However, after working hard for a while, she had to put down her pen and admitted in frustration that the information she could get was still too little.

—— Marui Bunta has a good impression of her without knowing it. Even in Lihai's campus, which covers a considerable area, they will meet again and again because of different coincidences.

——Also without knowing it, his subjective will can trigger time reversal.

Just these two known conditions are enough to affect her normal life.

Ogata Yui dropped the pen.

She closed her eyes and put aside these seemingly rigid data. This time, the pupils of the boy first came to mind—different from the enthusiastic hair color, Marui Bunta has a pair of quiet dark eyes. When watching something intently, there is no doubt about his determination to spare no effort.

However, such Wentai does not completely accept rejection.

As long as he can find a suitable reason, he can break free from that 'imperative' state.For example, the head of the tennis department who suddenly returned to school.

Thinking of this, Ogata Yui sighed.

So far, in her relationship with Bunta, she seems to have never succeeded in finding a reason and convincing Marui Bunta.On the contrary, he has always had a reason to deal with himself.

To some extent, the boy is a difficult character who does not match the cute appearance.

While sighing, Ogata only heard the noise from the next door.

The night was getting dark, Hiroshi Yagyu finally finished his cram school, and when he returned to the door, he seemed to have noticed something, he glanced at the brightly lit room on the second floor next door, and soon, the curtains of the room were pulled open.

"It's too late."

Ogata Yui poked his head out of the window with a worried look on his face.

"Why do you have to go to cram school? Hiroshi's grades are obviously very good." Ogata Yui asked in puzzlement, saying "good" is already very euphemistic, Yagyu Hiroshi almost walked out of the setting book A top student, perfect in every aspect is amazing.

Liu Sheng did not humble himself in front of Qingmei, he replied calmly, "Anyway, there is nothing to do."

"What kind of reason is that?"

Ogata Yui whispered something.Yagyu Bilushi was always like this. He grew up following the excellent template meticulously since he was a child, as if there were some rules that bound him. Apart from following the rules, he couldn't help but make people feel unapproachable.

This trait made Ogata the only one who worried about his interpersonal relationship. Even when she came home from school when she was a child, no matter how far she walked, she would always turn around and wait for Liusheng to catch up. Years of habits cannot be changed just by saying, even if Yagyu has become Having met a very good boy, she still feels that she has some kind of obligation of attention to him.

"Then, what do you want me to do?" Liu Sheng looked at her inexplicably sad elder appearance, and was obviously used to her convulsions from time to time, so he asked without changing his expression.

"……Um?"

Ogata Yui thought for a moment, then got stuck.

She wanted to suggest Liu Sheng to do something she liked, but in her impression, Liu Sheng was not keen on anything.

Because of the invitation of his seniors, he joined the golf club when he was a freshman, and later joined the tennis club because of Nioh Masaharu's excellent eloquence.No matter which club he is in, his grades are very good, but... this is the same as his ability to do well in exams, it cannot be called because of love.

He prefers suspense novels, but he will generously lend them out after reading half of them, because "the ending has already been guessed".

Because the goal can be easily achieved, he never seems to be obsessed with anything, let alone be proud of it. For him, these things generally cannot be honors imposed on himself.

Such Yagyu Hiroshi...if one day, he would change his course of action for something, then it would be very strange.In this way, Yagyu who maintains the template of 'top student' is the most normal and the most reassuring.

"You really don't look like a middle school student at all." Ogata Yui gave up the idea of ​​suggesting that he expand his after-school life, and leaned on the window sill, "It's like this every day, won't it be hard?"

Liu Sheng subconsciously clenched the strap of his schoolbag, and then let it go for just a split second.

Not far away, he stared at the girl under the moonlight.

No one can tell what his mood is at the moment.

"will not."

He seemed to answer the question very solemnly, but also briefly as if he was perfunctory.

The wound on the palm has scabbed over, and occasionally there is a slight itching.

Even if she took leave from the club, Yui Ogata would still meet Fumta Marui in many places other than the home economics classroom. She sometimes wondered whether the sensitive boy could see the rejection she tried to hide. He always looked carefree and smiled. Brilliant enough to make people feel dazzling.

Even though he knew it was pointless to vent his anger, he still couldn't help but feel a strange dissatisfaction when he looked at his ignorant appearance.

However, the boy always resolves her emotions very keenly, such as now.

"Come to see the weekend game."

During the break between classes, it was clearly the boy from the next class, but he was sitting sideways on the seat at the front table, with one hand resting on the edge of the girl's table.

Ogata Wei ignored him, and continued to write the practice questions, with a look of no distraction.It's a pity that this didn't make the boy flinch. His hand resting on the table covered the exercise book, making it impossible for the girl to write.

Ogata Yui held up the pen and hovered for a long time, feeling an irritable urge to simply poke the tip of the pen into the back of his hand.

The boy seemed to have seen her thoughts, and spread his palms back.

"...what are you doing?" the girl asked helplessly.

"Don't you want to try?" The boy was still blowing the bubble gum indifferently, as if he didn't notice the malice in this move, he asked curiously, "Do you want to try?"

Sounds like just a normal joke.

"..."

The girl lowered her eyes, looked over the tip of the pen, and looked at the boy's undefended palm.

So angry.

A boy who appeared in the classroom out of nowhere.

Interrupted problem-solving train of thought.

An invitation that cannot be avoided or refused.

A steady stream of black mist quietly grew in the bottom of her heart. She simply pressed down on the tip of the pen, and the pen, which was as sharp as a needle, finally landed on the lines of the boy's palm.

I was already prepared to be retaliated by her, and it was an equal price for scaring her and hurting her that day, but the expected sting did not appear.

The pen moved briskly in his hand, as if he was drawing something.

Marui Bunta seemed unable to react, the bubble gum on his lips made a tiny popping sound in the air, but it was infinitely amplified in his heart.

The slightly cool touch is like a feather brushing, and the pen is sketched mischievously and quickly.It took a lot of effort for the boy to endure the dense and uncontrollable itching, and he didn't curl his fingers.

Where his gaze stopped blankly, there was no expected revenge, only a stick figure cartoon stomping on his palm in a rage.

And after the girl finished the creation, she reacted and realized how naive and meaningless her actions were, raising her hand to her forehead, her drooping head and an annoyed look.

Fumta Marui just felt itchy.

He guessed that she would reject him, that she would hurt him, that she would find ways to avoid him.

But these days, he still has to pretend to be ignorant, and come together to verify her rejection every time she hides it is not clever.Teenagers always have a kind of pride and self-willedness to possess the things they like.But at this moment, he would rather that she continue to hypocritically refuse, even if the unwillingness in his heart accumulates, it will not be like this now.

Uncontrollable.

From the chest cavity to the internal organs, every corner of the blood flow, there is that kind of itching that I don't know where it came from, and I can't stop it easily.

If there is something in the dark that draws them to meet, in Marui Bunta's view, this moment is as clear as a dividing line.

Before that, he just thought it was interesting and kept trying.

Although it wasn't a match, at this moment, he seemed to lose the dominance between them in a daze.

"cough."

What pulled him back from his complicated thoughts was an awkward low cough from the girl.She took out a tissue from the drawer, and deliberately avoided her handwriting, "...Sorry, just wipe it off."

So she didn't see that the boy just quietly held the tissue in his hand, and didn't cooperate with her in destroying the corpse.

He curved his lips and showed that overly willful smile again. He actually knew how to soften her heart the most.

"Aren't you angry?"

After a moment of silence, the girl pretended to be nonchalant and put down her pen, "Isn't there a competition this weekend?"

"So you were listening to me."

If someone else said the words that would look sarcastic, under the boy's innocent and innocent appearance, there was a sense of flattered sincerity, "That's great."

"..."

The nameless anger couldn't find its focus in the boy's gleaming pupils, so it had to gradually dissipate like smoke.

Ogata Yui had to admit that no matter how unreasonable the anomaly surrounding Marui Bunta was, she couldn't get angry with him himself.

In other words, it is impossible for anyone to hate Bunta Marui.

The boy has a handsome and harmless good-looking, like his favorite sweets, when you look at him, you will unconsciously think of soft cotton candy, freshly baked delicate pastries and overly sweet lollipops.

In short, they are all cute and delightful things.

"The competition venue is very close to the school." The young man was clearly aware of his advantages. He puffed up his cheeks and asked expectantly, "Will you come and see?"

Ogata Yui thought, if someone really hated him, it would be so hard-hearted.

She considers herself not such a ruthless character.

"But," she relaxed her guard a little, and politely declined, "I don't understand it at all."

Marui Bunta didn't mind her hesitation, and replied bluntly, "But I just want you to be there."

Fragments flashed in my mind.

【"Does it affect your game whether I go or not?"

It was her own voice.

"No." The other party said flatly, "We will win no matter what."

"Then what am I going to do?"

"Well," he seemed to have thought of a good idea for her, "so you can see me."

"..."]

How did she reply in the end?

Ogata Yui put down the hand that had been covering her forehead, the trance picture was like a lake turbulent, unable to freeze perfectly, she couldn't even distinguish the other person's face from it.

The memory...or the self in the hallucination, dissatisfied but was moved by the talk, replied vaguely:

【"We'll talk about it later."】

Right now, she looks at Kamimaru Fumita's bright eyes, it seems that she is trying to get close to the hallucination, or because of the boy's unstoppable sincerity and enthusiasm, she hears her own voice.

"Let's talk later."

……

Even though he only got an inaccurate answer, Marui Bunta didn't continue to entangle, and simply left the next class, and in the aisle, he met the classmate who was about to go back to the classroom.

"Recently, I can't see anyone between classes." A friend in the same class hooked the boy's neck intimately, and smiled knowingly, "I always run to other people's classrooms, and the discipline committee doesn't care about you?"

Bunta Marui obviously knows who the 'disciplinary committee' is referring to.

"Even if Liu Sheng wants to take care of it, he should take care of your hair first."

"That's what I said..."

The friend stopped, and he looked back at the classroom where Mrs. Wen had just walked out, showing some curiosity.

"Look at what."

"You can't even take a look, you're so stingy." The friend bumped into the young man's shoulder with an ambiguous expression that was completely silent, "What's the matter with you? Do you want to find out for you?"

"What are you asking about?"

"For example, did she and the disciplinary committee—"

The frivolous jokes gradually faded away from the boy's gaze.

The bleak autumn sun gradually disappeared into the clouds, the light in the corridor suddenly disappeared, and the corners of the boy's lips were drawn into a straight line.

"idiot."

Marui Fumta cursed in a low voice, like some kind of warning that boys could easily understand, the friend immediately let him go and waved his hands again and again, explaining that it was just a joke.

The boy who always chewed gum casually, when he restrained his usual gentle smile and raised his eyes coldly, unexpectedly showed a sense of sharpness without much warmth.