[Black Basket] Never expected

That meal was quite painful, at least from Sato-kun's expression, I can see that he should feel very painful.

Because I was the only one who yelled spicy food and ate desperately, he stood there in embarrassment and dealt with the suspicious scrutiny from the surrounding guests; among them was a very enthusiastic Obasan who thought I was being bullied and pointedly accused me I said a few words about "boyfriend" Sato-kun—belatedly I realized that I seemed to be bullying innocent passers-by.

Kind of embarrassed.

But even then, he insisted on sending me back after "having lunch".

There was no class in the afternoon, so we walked to the nearest station nearby; I was wearing a hat and a mask, and through the transparent protective layer of the station billboard, I could still see my red eyes in my reflection.

He originally planned to take me to the door of the apartment, but considering that he was not familiar with this point after all, and he had already caused a lot of trouble for him before, I flatly declined and said goodbye to each other when the bus pulled into the station.

Sitting in the car by the window, I waved goodbye to the boy who watched me leave at the station. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth but made no sound. He just rolled his eyes and smiled, and waved to me.

I don't have many friends.Since childhood, the relationship with Ryota Ryota and his brother Ryota from Kise’s house next door has been too close, and they talked about everything, especially since Ryona and Ryona have been in the same grade at the same school, and they don’t particularly have the ability to develop friendships with others Necessary; and when I was in college, I finally realized that some things are actually difficult to say to a girlfriend who has the status of "boyfriend's sister"-although there is a great possibility that Rina will help me as always Kneading Ryota, but with this kind of consideration in his heart, he wanted to send a text message to Ryona several times to complain about the unsatisfactory relationship, but finally deleted all those words that were too sexual.

Very depressed.

These words are what I feel right now.

No matter how much I want to be a tolerant person rationally, when I think about it carefully, since I lived together, I have been silently unhappy because of friendship or "close relationship" with other female models, it has happened many times.Of course, this is not to say that similar incidents did not happen before, but at that time one was in Osaka and the other was in Kanagawa. Even if I saw these things through the Internet immediately, I, who hate disputes, would control myself to contact him after the anger completely dissipated.

I don't think there's any point in arguing about it.

But maybe it's a gender difference, I still can't care less about it.

Now it gets worse.

When we get along day and night, I can't pretend to be in a good mood when I'm not happy at all, since I don't have much acting skills.

I don't want to embarrass him, but at the same time suppress my emotions...

The previous agreement to "cohabitation" was mostly due to the eagerness to respond to Ryota's wishes. Now it seems that we are not ready yet.Hasty decisions have dragged our relationship into awkward situations.

I don't know how I got home.He returned to the apartment in a daze, opened the door with the key, and collapsed in his room.My head is a bit heavy, and my chest is still stuffy. It's autumn, but I still feel stuffy.

Want to drink water but can't move because of weakness in hands and feet;

Unconsciously rolling back and forth on the bed for a long time, I rolled myself up in the quilt, and vaguely heard the sound of the door coming from the door.

My throat suddenly felt a little itchy, and I coughed twice.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the door of his room being pushed open quietly.There is no light in the room, and the only light source is the dim sunlight outside the window, which has been stained with ink; the crescent moon is opposite to the sun, but the light is much dimmer, only a hooked corner is faintly exposed from the clouds.

Suddenly, I felt that the sky seen from here was not at all the same as the sky in Kanagawa.

It seems to always be covered with a layer of indifferent gray.

I sniffed and didn't take the initiative to say hello.Her hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was already growing to her waist, and it was spread messily on the bed.My ears caught a rustling sound, and then the mattress behind me suddenly sank, and a hot chest that smelled of the autumn wind outside was pressed against my back through the quilt.

It was impossible to pretend to be asleep.

The people with their arms around my waist moved closer to me, and some of their icy foreheads were pressed against the back of my neck.

"It's earlier than usual today."

"Well, I went to the hospital in the afternoon."

His brows moved slightly: "What happened?"

"It's just a routine checkup." I know he has had a foot injury since he played basketball in high school, but it doesn't seem to be particularly serious, and he is gradually recovering, and he will have a routine checkup every once in a while.

I nodded, because my voice was a little hoarse, as if he noticed something was wrong, so I was asked: "Do you have a fever?"

Eh... I thought I had these reactions because I ate too much fried rice with spicy rice cakes in the afternoon.

Raising his hand to touch his forehead, it seemed that it was indeed a little hot.

It's just an ordinary mild fever. When I encountered this kind of situation at home before, my mother would only let me drink plenty of water and apply ice packs. However, Ryota, who is strong and has almost never been sick, reacted to the trivial matter of having a fever. I was very concerned about it, so I immediately got up and ran outside to get the medicine box. I sat up against the head of the bed, and just about to say no trouble, a thermometer was stuffed into my mouth.

I quickly shut up and bite.

He turned on the light in the room, poured hot water, sat down on the edge of the bed and thought: "When the seasons change, remember to wear more, especially these two days the temperature has dropped drastically. If you get sick, it will be very troublesome... ..."

I sniff.

The body temperature is 37 degrees eight.

Although the temperature is not high, there are already signs of fever. It seems that antipyretics cannot be taken at this time... I am not good at taking care of people. I usually take vitamin tablets at home, even if my mother prepares them with hot water. upstairs.

Before I could react, Ryota quickly found the granule from the medicine cabinet and poured it into the hot water, and handed me the glass, "I can't take antipyretics now, try drinking the granule for now, if the body temperature still rises at night If you don’t, I’ll go to the hospital.” He messed up my already terrible hairstyle, “I’ll ask for leave for tomorrow’s class.”

There is no nasal congestion, but the voice is already nasal, "You can't ask for leave, there is a compulsory class tomorrow."

The granule was very unpalatable, like a mixture of crushed bitter gourd and durian, I frowned.

There is a faint black patch on Ryota's lower eyelid, and she should have powdered it when taking the photo, otherwise it would look a little more serious.He hadn't played basketball since graduating from high school. He rarely made an appointment to play a friendly game with Diguang's teammates, but he couldn't go because he went to the Zhuanbi Club party.Working and studying are very hard, which makes people feel a little distressed.

I didn't want to think about these things at first, but my thoughts always drifted uncontrollably to those photos I had seen before.

The one named Meibao is pretty, but I'm not too bad.

——The brain always makes meaningless comparisons subconsciously like this.

He couldn't understand my entanglement, "Do you have to go? My voice is already a little hoarse."

"Today at noon..." I ate spicy rice cakes, and it was all the fault of the rice cakes - I meant to answer like this, but I was misunderstood halfway through.It was definitely an expression of guilty conscience, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he said nervously: "I don't know Miho-senpai at all, posting that kind of photo is a request from the sponsor..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"It's true QAQ."

I sighed.

I don't doubt that.Ryota is not very good at lying. Ever since she was a child, she ate my snacks and lied that Ryona ate them. After revealing her secrets, Ryona and I threw them on the bed and stripped them naked until only Nene was left. I lied.

Although I won't take the initiative to tell me who I took pictures with before, but if I ask, I will definitely answer carefully and honestly.

"Hina, are you angry..."

This phrase has now become regular conversation.

Really sour.

are you angry?Not at all.

The usual response routine.

But this time, I didn't answer right away.

Although it can't be compared with real singers and actors, even people who are on the fringes of the entertainment world like models can't unscrupulously shout "I like you! Please date me!" in the presence of their girlfriends. Fan said that he already had a relationship partner;

In addition, there is Meibao...

In fact, the problem is not with Miho this time, or Eri and Saki before, or Mai and Kyoko who may appear in the future;

I just don't know how long I can insist on saying "I don't mind".

Several times I wanted to say, "I feel very unhappy seeing my boyfriend being intimate with other women, why don't I stop being a model", but several times I felt that whether it was playing basketball or being a model, I did it because I liked it Yes, it seems a bit too willful to interfere in the life of the other party just considering your own mood.

So I can only tell myself that there is nothing worth caring about, the person he likes is me, right?

But as the number of self-hypnosis increases, the effect seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

The uneasiness and depression that had been suppressed in the past began to slowly overflow from the cracks in the shackles, and the situation tended to get out of control.

So, it's not that she doesn't have confidence in Ryota, it's just that she doesn't have confidence.

I admit that I have paid much less in this relationship than Ryota, but it means as much to me as it does to Ryota.

very very important.

"... Yangcai?"

He tentatively called my name, I came back to my senses quickly, raised my head and drank the infusion, "It's so bad." I put the cup back into his hand, "I won't be angry because of this kind of thing, what are you going to ask? How many times, do you want me to be angry? You really are right to shake M."

Ryota looked at me, but didn't say anything after all, got up and bent down, lifted my forehead and gave me a little chirp, then pulled up the quilt to cover me up, turned off the light, and closed the door behind me.

Because of the effect of the medicine, I fell into a drowsy sleep at night, and vaguely felt that someone had entered my room and touched my forehead.

When I woke up the next day, the fever had completely subsided.

There is no reason to take time off without being sick.

Ryota had already left the house when I woke up.

The milk and fried eggs on the table were already a bit cold. I sat down and stared at the breakfast on the table for a while, not knowing where my mind wandered. After a while, the alarm clock set on my phone rang I suddenly came back to my senses, put my breakfast in the microwave to heat it again, and hurried out.

The road was very congested, and I finally arrived at the school, more than ten minutes after the class time.I lifted the strap of the shoulder bag up, and started trotting faster with my feet.

Suddenly, something seemed to trip under my feet, and at the moment when the center of gravity tilted and I fell face down, what I saw from the upside-down world between my legs was the surprised face of Sato boy.

- Puff.

At that moment, my world stood still.

"Yangcai!" He hurried over to help me up, before I could say thank you, he suddenly exclaimed briefly: "Your nose..."

The eyeballs rolled twice in the eye sockets, two streams of liquid dripped down the middle of the man, and landed on the skirt.

Red.

"Quickly raise your head up." While saying this, he raised my chin in a squatting position, and he took out a tissue from his bag and pressed it under my nose, "It should be fine after a while."

He patted the ashes on his knees and stood up, helped me pick up the schoolbag and carried it on his body.After half a minute, he helped me up and sat down on a bench by the side of the road.

If you walk well, you will be tripped by the shock absorber belt and get bruised and bruised. You must have forgotten to read the morning divination before going out.

Fortunately, everyone is in class now, and there are very few people walking around on the school road, otherwise they will definitely be photographed and uploaded on Twitter.

After 2 minutes, I felt that the hot liquid was no longer coming out of my nose. I took off the tissue and lowered my head, rubbed my sore neck, and said to Sato boy, "This time... thank you, Sato-kun."

The teenager scratched his head shyly, "It's okay." Then he gave me the whole pack of tissues.

I took a look at it, and it was a lightly scented tissue paper printed with flowers and bears.

I saw that he was holding a Chinese class book in his hand, so I asked, "Are you going to class?"

When I asked him, the boy's face immediately turned red: "Hey, it was originally. But now..." He raised his hands and rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch: "It's almost 10 minutes late, so I still don't want to go Alright."

"Sorry about that……"

"Where! I was already late."

I looked him up and down, and I always felt that this inexplicable frankness was very unreasonable.

I don't know if I'm thinking too much, but I always feel that this is not a random encounter, but rather a careful premeditation.

Ask yourself, although in terms of appearance, according to my aesthetic point of view, Ryota is still better; but only occasionally, I will also imagine that if the boyfriend I am dating is an ordinary young man like Sato——

I am interested in sports but not particularly good at it. I am very interested in studies and have good grades. I may have one or two strange hobbies that I am particularly good at, such as turning pens;

Gentle and careful, but easily shy in front of the opposite sex;

This is not the point, the most important thing is that when you associate with such a person, you can hold hands unscrupulously on the street;

When a friend asks, you can generously admit that you are the other party's lover;

When you find out that he is ambiguous with the opposite sex, you can lose your temper and be jealous, and as long as you don't do too much, you won't be regarded as a wayward girl.

It's a completely different type from Kise Ryota.

But that's just fantasy after all.

No one is a prophet. I dare not say with confidence that I will definitely get married in the future, but I have never thought about giving up or anything.It's impossible to say that I don't think it's hard work, but Ryota has done so much before dating, now it's my turn, and I should go all out.

Sato-kun is good, yes, but it's not the one I chose in the first place.

I also don't choose to be a mean traitor just because I want an easier life.

I looked up at Sato seriously, and he looked back at me for no reason.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two of us.

I finally made up my mind, since I haven't wavered from the beginning, I should openly confess my thoughts to Sato-kun.I thought for a moment, "Sato-kun...do you... have anything to say?"

This sentence was like a bomb, and the young man's face turned completely red with a "boom" from bottom to top.

"Hey... this, hey Dou..." He faltered and looked around, his whole body was smoking, "I... well, indeed... I have something to say to you, Yangcai..."

"I have prepared twice but failed to speak, this time I will tell you no matter what..."

"—it may be offensive to say so, but could you please—"

My heart stopped for a beat.

"—Join the Pen Turning Club again!!"

"—I'm sorry I can't accept it!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Tick ​​tock, the second hand is beating fast.

I looked up abruptly, and found that Sato-kun's expression was very hurt.

...It seems... Is there something wrong?