How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Judging from the conversation between the nurse and Risut, and the fact that her parents never showed up after waking up, Yu Gongcui guessed that in the previous car accident, she was probably the only one in the family of three who survived.

In this case, it makes sense for no one in the school to ask for leave.

However, this Bai Mao, who behaves like a school bully, came all the way to the hospital to find him... "When will you make me wait?" It sounds like he made some promise with him?

Is it a date?

Amamiya Cui, who was almost entangled into a mummy, and the white-haired boy who didn't know how to read the atmosphere at all met their eyes, and they "sneered" in annoyance, frowning and looking away.

Baimao exploded at one o'clock, and immediately started making noise in the ward with that deafening loud voice.

"Huh?! What's your attitude! Hey, hey, I'm afraid I, Skuvalo, didn't dare to say it, so I came here deliberately to pretend to be sick!!"

"are you an idiot?!"

Amamiya Cui, who entered the role, put on a look of exhaustion of patience, and pressed back with a louder voice and a more ferocious attitude.

"Didn't you know that you did a little research before coming here! Do you know what happened and you're yelling here, thinking that everyone must put you as the top priority?!"

Scuvaro froze in disbelief after being yelled at.

"You bastard, how dare you talk to me like that—"

The voice gradually softened, he turned his neck and looked around, as if he had just realized that he was in a hospital, he took a half step back, glared at Yu Gongcui on the bed, grabbed the door and moved his steps slightly The nurse strode out of the ward.

The deformed door could no longer be closed, and Skuvalo's voice, which was too high in decibels, was faintly heard from outside, asking nurse Amamiya Tsui's condition.

After repeatedly trying to push the door into the door frame to no avail, Risut finally chose to give up, walked slowly to Yu Gongcui's bed, and glanced out hesitantly.

"your friend?"

"..." Yugong Cuimu asked back with a straight face, "How did you tell?"

After getting silence as an answer, he reflected on whether his previous attitude was too revealing, and finally explained a few sentences in a low voice.

"It was me... I was lying on the hospital bed for so long after the car accident, and I just heard the news of the driver who caused the accident. I was too excited for a while. I'm sorry."

Risut, who was raising the upper part of the hospital bed so that Amamiya Tsui could sit up a little, shook his head upon hearing this.

"Nothing to be sorry about."

As the short conversation between the two came to an end, there was another thumping footstep outside the door.However, compared with last time, it is obviously much lighter.

Scovalo still walked in with that arrogant face that made people want to punch him in the face, but compared to before, his face was obviously much uglier.

With his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists, his lips tightly pursed, he walked to the bedside and looked at Yu Gongcui with a distorted expression for a long time, as if he was fighting against something invisible. , and then a word came out with difficulty through the gap between his teeth.

Even the volume has been lowered a lot, to a size that is only a little higher than normal speaking.

"Okay, since that happened, I was wrong for my previous actions..."

The polite apology that was completely contrary to his character made Skuvalo feel as painful as swallowing a fly. After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't help but rushed forward, reaching out to grab Yu Gongcui's collar.

"The woman said that your arm was severely damaged, and you can no longer hold a sword! What a joke—!!"

Before Risut stepped forward to stop him, Amamiya Tsui, who had drooped her eyelashes and said nothing, raised her eyes, with eyes that were as cold as ice streams, completely opposite to the gentle look in Skuvalo's impression. , and fixed the latter's half-stretched hand in place.

"Get out." He said softly.

Scovalo still struggled, gritted his teeth and growled, "Amiya!"

"Get out." Yu Gongcui's face was unmoved and indifferent, "Don't make me say it a third time."

Having said so much, I thought that with this guy's personality, he would definitely slam the door and leave, but unexpectedly, Skuvalo took a deep breath instead and managed to calm down.

"—I just don't believe it."

After throwing out the sentence that defied the hospital's conclusion, he finally turned around with an unexpectedly calm tone.

"I've already paid off the medical bills, you can take good care of me, and we'll talk about the competition later."

Yu Gongcui watched the other party's figure walk towards the door of the ward, and cursed in a soft but clear voice that he could hear.

"idiot."

Skuvalo froze slightly, but he still didn't look back, and left in a hurry as if fleeing.

There was a "ding" in her ear, and Yu Gongcui turned her head and saw Risut putting the fruit knife hidden in the sleeve back into the fruit bowl.

Although part of the reason is that Scuvaro's temperament is too aggressive, it is clear that the teenager who has been taking care of him after waking up is not a good character to be with.

Although it was not too troublesome, Yu Gongcui subconsciously sighed softly.

Apparently misunderstanding the meaning of the sigh, Risut glanced at the other party's forearm, which was placed outside the quilt and surrounded by layers of snow-white bandages, and his eyes darkened involuntarily.

He protected his head reflexively during the car accident and was not fatally injured.But the front end of the arm that suffered the impact first suffered extensive damage, ruptured blood vessels, nerves, and tendons. Although it was reconnected after the operation, it was lucky to be able to retain consciousness. It is doomed to be impossible to be as flexible as ordinary people.

Unlike myself, whose parents divorced early and both of them were regarded as burdens and ignored, Cui grew up in a fairly happy family.

After his father, who had long forgotten what he looked like, cut off the pitifully small living expenses, it was Cui's father, his distant cousin, who took the initiative to take care of him, so that Risut could live without savoring too many malicious things. Under such circumstances, I survived smoothly until today.

However, both his own luck and Cui's happiness were all wiped out in that car accident.

Obviously a few months ago, my cousin was still laughing at the wine table, mentioning that Cui was admitted to a good school that he had never even imagined before because of his expertise in kendo.

Between the words, there are hopes and expectations for the bright future of the children.

There were no other relatives who could be contacted. During the period when only Cui survived in the uncle's family and was still in a coma, only Risut was in charge of communicating and negotiating with the driver who caused the accident.

Perhaps it was because the person contacted was a half-grown child. That person's attitude was very undisguised, and he made it clear that he had no regrets. He claimed that he would spend a few years in prison at worst, and he would not even be able to get a penny of compensation from him.

Abuses such as poor ghosts, beggars, and scammers emerged endlessly, but the police in charge of mediation turned a blind eye to it. They just touched their bulging pockets and raised their hands impatiently to look at their watches from time to time.

The final verdict was only two years in prison.

It is used to exchange two lives, and the second half of Hecui's life.

Risut clenched the fruit knife that was about to leave his hand, took an apple from the plate, and sat aside to peel it silently.

Cut the light honey-colored pulp into small pieces that are easy to eat, and brought it to the mouth of the black-haired boy who was still unable to move on his own. After the latter opened his mouth and bit it, he murmured as if he was talking to himself.

"Don't worry too much... sooner or later, I will take care of these things."

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After more than two months, Yu Gongcui's long and boring recovery time finally came to an end.

On a sunny morning, when he heard himself say "I want to get out of bed and walk away", he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and what he seemed to hear was the dangerous words "I don't want to live anymore" in the absence of Risut, manipulated Following the limbs that have been insisting on performing small movements for rehabilitation, he slowly slid off the edge of the bed and walked to the window where the bright sunlight was shining.

The bandage on the arm had already been removed, revealing the crooked and terrifying scars on the surface of the skin.

Yu Gongcui turned her wrist, looked at it for a while by the light, slowly gathered her five fingers, and clenched her right hand into a fist.

I can't use my strength.

Although the idea of ​​clenching is always there in the mind, the strength is like being swallowed by a black hole, and it can't even leave a light red mark on the skin of the palm.

If he forced himself to use more strength, his whole hand and forearm would tremble slightly.

The most common sequelae after nerve connection surgery is a significant decline in limb strength and flexibility.

When Scuvaro mentioned kendo before, Amamiya Tsui was still moved, and wanted to make the swordsmanship learned from Master Songyang shine again... But now it seems that it is not enough to even hold the hilt tightly. question.

He loosened the five fingers that were clasped in vain, and quickly dismissed the idea of ​​becoming a swordsmanship genius.

No, it cannot be said to be either.According to the current plot trend, it should be "the original swordsmanship genius suffered an accident and was forced to give up the way of the sword and leave the scene sadly".

He lowered his right hand to support the window sill, and pushed open the window with the other hand.As soon as the warm breeze outside the window hit her face, Yu Gongcui heard the sound of the door being pushed open from behind.

He turned away and greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Uncle Risut."

The young man who came in with breakfast was stunned for two seconds, his black and red eyes fixed on Yu Gongcui, who was half leaning on the window sill, with the tip of her hair swaying and falling in the wind, and finally softened her expression almost imperceptibly, and said softly respond.

"Good morning."

The two sat opposite each other at the square table, and finished a simple breakfast consisting of fried eggs, salad and slices of toast.

I asked Risut before, "Don't you have to go to school?" Such a question with simple doubts, but the other party answered concisely that he had already asked for leave, so don't worry, Amamiya Cui didn't ask again.

But now that he has almost recovered, it seems too selfish to tie Risut by his side.

Putting the last piece of fried egg into her mouth, Yu Gongcui had already made up her mind.

No matter how low you have fallen in the past, life must go on.For both himself and Risut, it's time to get everything back on track.

He picked up the water glass and took a sip, and assumed the correct posture that he usually used before talking.The boy opposite noticed something, stopped the knife and fork in his hand, raised his head and watched him quietly.

"I think," Yu Gongcui said slowly, leaving room for the other party to think and accept, "it's time to go back to school."