The next door neighbor is a sick girl [Comprehensive]

Asakawa Airi suddenly moved away from the familiar fingers, and saw the white-haired boy who should not have appeared in her home was half-bent, frowning slightly observing the wound on her calf.

Komaeda Nagito, why is he here! ?

Asakawa Airi looked at him in amazement, her black pupils shrunk, and the ointment in her hand was like a hot potato, not knowing whether to throw it or use it.

"Komaeda Nagito, this is my room, please get out!" The momentary panic caused Asakawa Airi's voice to become sharp, and the stunned expression on her face also became stiff, exactly like a cat that sensed danger instantly. A hedgehog with sharp thorns.

Komaeda Nagito's eyes flickered very quickly when faced with the girl who could correctly call out her own name as soon as she opened her mouth.

His light blue and deep eyes regained their calmness, waved his hands humbly, and explained: "Miss Asakawa, don't get me wrong, I'm here to deliver the ointment to you. Mrs. Asakawa has to prepare dinner, so I will prepare it myself Bring it up. When I walked to the door, I heard that Miss Asakawa needed ointment, so I walked in and wanted to pass it to Miss Asakawa."

Faced with Komaeda Nagito's explanation, Asakawa Airi, who was awake, was full of doubts about her mother letting a stranger see her room, and it took a long time to maintain the phrase "Fucking nonsense!" in her throat, and her tone was calm He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, Komaeda-kun."

Asakawa Airi's tone was obviously perfunctory to tell Komaeda Nagito to go fast, but Komaeda Nagito realized that although the wound on Asakawa Airi's calf had gradually stopped bleeding automatically, the surrounding area was completely red and swollen because the wound was not healed in time , there is a faint tendency to inflammation.

However, the person involved didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't apply the ointment he handed him, and he didn't pay much attention to his injury that was likely to be inflamed.

Once such an injury is delayed, if it festers...

Therefore, Komaeda Nagito did not leave under Asakawa Airi's implicitly chasing gaze, but directly squeezed out some white ointment by himself, and gently applied it to the already red and swollen wound on Asakawa Airi's calf.

"Offended." He didn't even think about the consequences of doing so, whether he would be regarded as a hooligan or a womanizer...

The cool ointment was applied to the red and swollen wound, with a little burning pain.And Asakawa Airi was completely shocked by Komaeda Nagito's completely unimaginable but natural attitude.

For a moment, she forgot to resist, and watched Komaeda Nagito crouch halfway in front of her.

Feeling Asakawa Airi's stiff body again, Komaeda Nagito drooped her eyelashes like wings.His white fingertips were slightly curved, stained with white ointment, soft in the warm sun, and gently wiped her calf.

"Miss Asakawa should take good care of her body, stop the bleeding and apply medicine immediately after the injury. If the wound is not treated in time or properly, the wound will become inflamed, and the consequences will be disastrous..."

The soft white hair is close at hand, and he is lowering his head. It is not the fake smile on his face when we met just now, but his expression is very serious. There are some crystal beads of sweat on his forehead, and the action of applying the medicine is very gentle and gentle. Carefully and patiently rubbing the bruised wound.

For some reason, Asakawa Airi actually forgot to resist, and stared at him in a daze, and even because of his lowered head, she dared to observe carefully for the first time without any restraint.

The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains, falling a little on his soft white hair and eyebrows.He originally had a gentle and jade-like face, but once he looked serious, he had an extraordinarily handsome feeling.

Asakawa Airi seemed to think of the first time he saw him in the game.

The gentle voice has a low and hoarse magnetism, in front of me is the blue sky with white clouds and white fur as soft as cotton candy...

This person is so good-looking and has such a nice voice, he must be a little angel who helps the protagonist pass the level.

This was her first impression, almost a [-]% first impression.

Recalling the final ending of the game, the wound on Asakawa Airi's calf touched by Nagito Komaeda felt a burning sensation.

It seemed that under the touch of his fingers, he had the masochistic illusion of stabbing his legs fiercely with a dagger.

She became more and more uncomfortable and wanted to shake his hand away.

It's just that when she wanted to stop it, Komaeda Nagito had already quickly applied the medicine for her, and stuffed the unsealed ointment into her palm again.

His frowning eyebrows were relaxed, and he said in a gentle tone: "Fortunately, the scratch is not deep, and there is no real inflammation. In the next few days, Ms. Asakawa remembers to take the medicine on time."

With the physical contact and Komaeda Nagito's caring words, the air in the already silent room became more stagnant.

Asakawa Airi doesn't like strangers to touch her, and she is courteous for nothing, rape or steal.Faced with Komaeda Nagito's strange concern, she secretly tensed her back, her heart was turning a thousand times, guessing his intentions and his intentions to get close to her.

But thinking that the other party was the leader of the Church of Hope who was full of arrogance and unpredictable personality, she quickly sighed in her heart.

She is not good at trying to figure out people's minds, especially trying to figure out Komaeda Nagito's every move is completely thankless.

Since you can't defeat the opponent in psychological warfare, just try to avoid being led away by his gentle actions. After all, she knows his darkest side.

Airi Asakawa drooped her eyelashes, calmed down a bit and said, "Thank you."

She paused, adjusted her tone, and pulled out a distant smile: "Just now I was accidentally injured when I fell down. Don't pay too much attention to Komaeda-kun. I don't mean to blame you at all. Thank you for your special attention." Bring me the ointment."

When Komaeda Nagito went downstairs, Asakawa Mine and Asakawa Yun had already placed half of the table for dinner.Just now he was only focused on delivering medicine upstairs, but now when he went downstairs, he saw a pair of calligraphy hanging in the living room as a decoration.

——Heaven rewards hard work.

Signed by Asakawa Airi, although the handwriting is a bit immature, but the pen is sonorous and powerful, and the pen and ink are simple and delicate, as if blended into the writer's perseverance, courage and enterprising

He remembered that this sentence came from the hexagrams in the Chinese "Book of Changes".It means: God will reward everyone according to their hard work.The more you work, the more you will gain. As long as you put in enough effort, you will definitely get corresponding gains in the future.

As long as we make unremitting efforts, perfect and enrich ourselves to the greatest extent, and do everything possible to improve our competitiveness, we will have a bright and beautiful tomorrow.

Komaeda Nagito had a strange smile on his lips.

No matter how hard some people try to change themselves, they still have a fate they cannot get rid of.

Because valuable people and worthless people have been clearly divided from the moment of birth.

A useless person can't become a valuable person no matter how hard he tries, talent is really everything.

"Komaeda-kun, these are calligraphy characters written by Airi." Seeing that Komaeda Nagito had been looking at the calligraphy characters in the living room when she went downstairs, Asakawa Yun, as a mother, said proudly.

Komaeda Nagito hid the emotion in his eyes, and said humbly to Asakawa Yun: "Whether it is painting or calligraphy, Ms. Asakawa has considerable talents."

"Are you talented...?" Her daughter was praised by her new neighbor, and Asakawa Yun laughed happily: "Airi has always liked watching anime, and every page in the textbook is full of doodles. The year before last, I suddenly told me that when I grow up, Want to become a manga artist. But there is no such thing as a manga artist, so her father and I firmly opposed it at the time. But in the past two years, Airi has never given up. She has participated in various drawing classes and has been very happy. Practice and copy a lot diligently... If you study half as diligently as you are now, I am afraid that you will have become a top student."

Asakawa Yun smiled and shook her head, and took out three thick picture albums from the living room: "Komaeda-kun, do you want to see Airi's previous level?"

His eyes fell on the three thick pink-covered picture albums in Yun Asakawa's hand, and Komaeda Nagito thanked him and picked up one of them to read.

The picture on the first page is a house with blue sky and white clouds, a few flowers and green grass on the ground.The crooked and simple lines are the childishness of children's paintings. Only the handwriting next to it is neat and neat, but compared with the calligraphy words hanging on the wall, it is still childish.

"Is this Miss Asakawa's level two years ago?" Komaeda Nagito was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise.

"Yeah, at that time Airi actually held this kind of painting and told us that she wanted to become a manga artist..." Asakawa Yun said that Airi, who was only in fifth grade the year before last, had a stubborn and serious expression on her face, and shook her head with a sigh. Shaking her head, "I thought she was a 3-minute hottie and only used painting as a pastime, but I didn't expect to stick to it until now."

Thinking of the hanging paintings he saw in Asakawa Airi's room and the album in his hand now, the sudden change in the huge difference made his eyes show interest.Sitting on the sofa, he unknowingly flipped through the picture album of Asakawa Airi when he was just learning to paint.

Watching the crooked lines on the drawing paper gradually become straight and natural and smooth, watching the painting style improve little by little, gradually adding color, from meaningless graffiti to thematic and meaningful content, Komaeda The corners of Nagito's mouth curled up unconsciously, and it seemed that she could feel her full devotion from the paintings of Airi Asakawa.

He is sure that Asakawa Airi has excellent painting skills.This kind of talent cannot be changed by hard work or the like. It is something that was given when she was born in this world. Otherwise, how could she have made such rapid progress after two years of practice.

For dreams, talented people who are tenacious, persistent, and willing to make long-term hard work are the closest existence to hope.

The shining hope, the hope he adored.

I really look forward to it, what kind of light will the talent possessed by Airi Asakawa shine.

This is what Asakawa Airi saw when she went downstairs.

The white-haired boy she thought had left was sitting on the sofa with her mother.

The warm yellow halo in the living room made his profile gentle and elegant. He looked down at the pink book cover in his hand, as if he was thinking about something. His slender and drooping eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows on his eyelids, and his slender Fingers landed on the white paper and slowly rolled up following the traces of the original footer.

Asakawa Airi was in a trance for a moment, her footsteps paused on the stairs, until she realized that what Komaeda Nagito was looking at was the black history of her painting, her head exploded with a bewildered sound.

Nagito Komaeda seemed to be still immersed in the painting, unaware that Airi Asakawa rushed down the stairs angrily.

His fingers lightly tapped on a picture, repeatedly wanting to turn the page, but couldn't help but look twice more.

——I want to be with my parents forever.

In a simple children's drawing, a man and a woman are smiling and pulling a little girl holding a small red flower. The background is blue sky and green trees, and an outing in a park.

It is full of lively and bright warm colors, giving people a warm and soft atmosphere, as if full of family laughter and warm family happiness.

"Nagito, are you having fun? We are flying back from San Cristobal Airport today. If there is a chance in the future, Mom and Dad will take you out to play again!"

"It's the best birthday present to be able to go abroad with my parents—!"

The travel bag of the Komaeda family is full of various souvenirs bought during the trip. Komaeda Nagito was tired from playing, and as the plane climbed to an altitude of [-] meters, he began to fly horizontally and fell asleep on his mother’s shoulders. past.

At this time, the three men suddenly jumped up from the seats next to them, holding a gun and a grenade in their hands.There was another person holding a Swedish-made Hinda submachine gun, walked quickly to the door of the cabin, turned around and shouted loudly: "Everyone is not allowed to move, whoever moves will be killed!"