Net King Simulation Game

"Just kidding, how could tennis cause this kind of damage, young man, you really know how to joke."

Following several teenagers to the nearby hospital, the kind-looking uncle doctor, the kind and lovely uncle who only showed his face once when Qingxue faced Fudo Peak, laughed and examined me , I sat down obediently in silence, and didn't say anything about what the uncle said. The few teenagers who insisted on following in to understand the situation also waited behind me without saying a word, but their expressions were not very good, especially that kid Hocho Taro .

It is correct not to speak at this time.

In other words, it's really embarrassing that Mr. Atobe is willing to accompany you.

After the inspection, the uncle said that he could only check the condition of the bones here, and had to take a film for the specifics, so he treated the small wounds on the elbows and knees by the way and let us move directly. Various eyes of others, either curious, amazed or envious, lead this group of beautiful boys to and fro in the hospital.

The Brain Department is on the other floor. Along the way, except for the more active Xiang Hiyake who would occasionally talk to me, everyone else was quiet. I don’t know what the other two are thinking. Feng Chotaro is still feeling guilty. I am very sure of this.

Oh, by the way, this hospital is not the Kanai Mori General Hospital where the goddess Li Hai lives in the legend, so there is no need to make up some plots, thank you.

"It's a mild concussion. Although it's not as serious as a concussion, it's better to take more rest. After all, if you don't pay attention, there may be sequelae. Oh, and remember to go to the infusion room for infusion later." The doctor brother wearing glasses on the opposite side said in a very pertinent tone, obviously everything was normal, but I felt numbness in the back of my head, and there was a strange feeling of a ghost behind me.

Looking back, I saw a kind and good baby looking at me with an "I'm guilty" look.

Please don't do this, child.

The atmosphere was not very good, Xiang Riyue's face was serious for the first time, the other two still couldn't see anything, and the consultation room was unbelievably quiet.

Really, how can a child pretend to be deep.

The victim is me.

"How about this, you can stay in the hospital for observation for a few days..."

This proposal was rejected by me almost immediately.Are you kidding me, how many days are left in the hospital?I'm glad it's true that I don't have to pay for the medical bills, but it's going to kill my few jobs!God knows how hard it is to find a job in Tokyo!Also, Soji's father will definitely be worried again.He is usually busy enough, I don't want to trouble him any more.

"Can I not be hospitalized?" I said almost reflexively.

It’s just that as soon as I said this, I was stared at by the teenagers behind me like needles. I felt guilty and subconsciously changed my words, “Uh, I mean, it’s not as serious as being hospitalized, is it?”

The doctor brother thought for a while and said, "It's okay if you don't want to be hospitalized, but you can't be too tired, even if you think about it too much. In fact, under normal circumstances, you should stay in bed for at least one to two weeks to recuperate quietly, and pay attention to reducing mental work."

So serious.I paused, then asked again: "Then if I don't do what you said, will there be any sequelae?"

"Please don't worry about this. Generally speaking, you only need to ensure enough sleep during the recovery period. In addition, if you still feel uncomfortable, you must go to the hospital for follow-up consultation in time." Finally, the doctor asked me to go with the gentle sister nurse In the infusion room, several teenagers followed without complaint.

Needless to say, the infusion took several hours, and Xiang Riyue's temperament was restless. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to survive. During this period, I asked them to leave first, but they were rejected by various The reason was rejected.At this time, if I mention it again, it will be hypocritical, so I have no choice but to accept their different kind of tenderness.

However, Wei Mao will have a sense of sight of harem writing.

After finishing everything, it was already dark when I came out of the hospital with the medicine prescribed by the doctor. I politely declined the kindness of several people to take me home, and I decided to walk back slowly by myself.Anyway, the road is not far away, and I have to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients later, so I am a little embarrassed to let these pampered young masters accompany me.It’s just that before leaving, everyone else obediently said goodbye to me, gave me a few words of advice, or simply gave me a haughty look, but Yushi Ninzu, who has always been gentle and courteous to others, especially ladies, seemed to ignore me.

I didn't mess with him, did I?

Delusion?

At the beginning of the night, walking on the street at night, the cool evening wind made my mind sober, as if the nerves of the whole body were relieved, think about how it feels to be stared at by a few beautiful boys and release all kinds of breath.Fortunately, Zongci's father always came back late, otherwise I really couldn't find an excuse to deal with his questioning.I went back to the supermarket near the community and bought some leftover vegetables and meat at will to make a bento tomorrow morning.Usually at this time I have finished dinner and sit at home watching TV...

Oops!

jobs.

Forgot to call the newspaper.

This is over.

It is so late now, I hope there is still room for redemption.

I slapped my head in frustration, hurriedly checked out and hurried home without buying other things, and the first thing I did when I entered the door was to make a phone call.

"Ah, is that Mr. Narita?"

"Well, yes, I have some things here and I can't go to work in a short time. I'm really sorry to trouble you!"

"Yes, yes, it turns out that my father has... Okay, thank you very much."

I put down the phone, feeling a little puzzled. Mr. Narita from the newspaper office told me that without my knowledge, Soci’s father had asked for leave for me. The newspaper office, and the salary is still taken, so I don't have to worry about taking a good rest.

But I never told anyone other than the insider about my injury. Zongci's father, who has been staying at the company, couldn't possibly know that I was injured, so how could he ask for leave from the newspaper for me?

Moreover, Mr. Narita's tone of voice is very light and strange. Although he was originally a good gentleman, I never thought that there would be such a good thing in the world.

I tapped my head, as if something had been overlooked by me.

strangeness.

What am I forgetting?

No, I can't think about it anymore.

The doctor's advice was still ringing in my ears, so I had no choice but to give up thinking and start preparing my own dinner.

Oh, the doctor also said to eat some light food to warm the stomach, just cook some porridge.

Because I didn't sleep very well, I got up a little early the next day, and my head was still uncomfortable, but it shouldn't be a problem. I took a closer look and found that there was nothing wrong with it except for some bruising on the forehead, so I felt relieved.Zongci's father didn't come back last night, and the slippers at the entrance were completely unused.Did you spend the night at the company again?

I simply prepared breakfast and bento, and I went out early.Since today is earlier than usual, when I arrived at Bingdi, not many people came. Even the tennis club, which has always had morning training activities, only had a few sporadic people there, either doing cleaning or moving equipment. .

Outside the fence of the tennis court, I was carrying my schoolbag and bento, and I was a little confused about everything in front of me.

I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm clearly in the opposite direction from teaching, but I'm standing here by a strange coincidence.

"Aoi-san?"

There was a familiar voice behind him, but with a hint of hesitation.Turning around, I saw Hocho Taro standing a few meters away, staring in my direction in a daze, with a broom in his hand.

"Feng Jun?" As soon as I saw him, I recalled the ball I scored yesterday, and my temples began to throb.

Really bad memories.

Should you be glad you didn't swell up?

Picture swelling around the temples...

Maybe it was because my expression was too tangled, and he couldn't care less about rushing over in a daze, with a flustered look on his face, he didn't know how to put his hands and feet: "Aoi-san, are you okay, don't scare me? Are you Headache again? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" As he spoke, he was about to be hugged by a princess.

Just kidding, if you really hug it, you will die.

"It's okay, it's okay!" I quickly pushed him away and took three steps back. In order to prevent him from continuing, I deliberately changed the subject, "Well, Mr. Feng is very early." Although, this topic is indeed a bit unsatisfactory.

The boy on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Aoi-san is very gentle." After speaking, he touched his head in embarrassment, and his eyes shifted slightly to the side.

If you look closely, you may be able to see the reddish roots of his ears.

……

It's the first time I've been praised for being gentle at such a big age, Kongsang, should I be happy?

His eyes shifted to the broom in his hand, "Are you ready to clean?" Well, Kongsang, my technique of changing the subject really needs to be improved.

"Yeah." He nodded in response, smiling silly, his eyes were as gentle as ever.

……

No, this atmosphere seems a bit strange.

During this period, more and more people came to the tennis club, and students from various clubs began to pass by.Seeing the two of us just standing here doing nothing, it seems that they are all curious about our combination.

Simply put, in some form, we are surrounded.

Then, I inadvertently saw the teasing or ambiguous faces of the people around me, and instantly understood what was going on.

Under the cherry tree—although the cherry blossoms are gone, shy boys and girls.

Nima, isn't our current model the confession scene that often happens in campus comics?

Apparently Hochotaro also noticed it, he smiled at me apologetically and said, "Aoi-san, let's go back to the classroom first, I still have club activities, so I won't accompany you."

The current situation is not suitable to continue talking, and it seems that there is nothing special to say, so I had to say goodbye to him, I just turned around and walked away. I was keenly aware of some kind of gaze, and looked back in doubt. The result was just right I saw Ninzu Yushi staring in the direction I left with an inscrutable expression on his face.

As soon as the back felt cold, goosebumps popped up——

I'd better go.