Nana Ming is also under special attack today

Mr. Qihai shook his head, took a light breath, and silently moved his gaze to the still closed door of the ward: "It's nothing."

He stopped looking at me, and his tone was as polite as ever: "Thank you Miss Takino for your blessing."

I was a little confused, so I nodded first.

The corridor became quiet again. I wanted to bring up other topics, such as eating, or the delivery of umbrellas, but when I looked at Mr.'s knife-like side face, I suddenly felt a little afraid to disturb him who was silent.

Sir, don't you want to talk now?Tired from running too far?

Fortunately, Yukimura-kun's mother saved the strange atmosphere. She walked out of the room with the others and nodded slightly to me: "Miss Takishima, can I trouble you to come in? Seichi wants to speak to you alone."

I immediately bounced off the wall and strode into the ward: "Of course it's no problem! That, Mr. Trouble, please wait for me outside."

The moment I turned around and closed the door, I saw Mr. politely nodding to the two elders.

It seems to be no different from usual.I wondered.But just now there was always an illusion that if I spoke, I would be beaten.

"Good evening Yukimura-kun." I stopped thinking about it and turned my gaze to the hospital bed in the middle of the room.

The night has completely ruled the city, and after the curtains are drawn, the lights in the ward are a bit dim.

Yukimura, with iris-purple hair, leaned against the back of the hospital bed, looked away from the flower pot on the window sill, and smiled softly and weakly on the side of his slightly pale lips: "Ms. Takishima, good evening, I really trouble you today."

"It's nothing, I was free in the afternoon."

I sat on the chair next to his bed and found that the food on the bedside table in the ward was completely untouched, so I took a fruit knife and peeled the apples. I peeled them clean in two or three strokes, and handed them to Yukimura. Want something to eat?"

"No, I don't have a good appetite now..." Yukimura said, "Miss Takishima's hand is too fast, I didn't even have time to stop you."

"Well, don't you want to eat it even if you cut it into pieces? It's very convenient and you won't feel too full." I immediately took the apple back, glanced at a small bowl, and was eager to try and cut it into it. "Eat a little sour Sweet things may make you feel better."

"Don't bother, actually I'm not in that mood..." Yukimura refused.

"Yukimura-kun is such a strong person, and he is so polite."

I tilted my head and looked at him for a while, but I didn't expose it. I still brought the bowl, peeled the apple into very small pieces, and said to him with a smile: "Anyway, I'll cut it up and put it here. Mr. Yukimura doesn't want to eat it." If so, Sanada-kun, Liu-kun, and uncles and aunts can serve as extra meals later."

"It's not a problem at all. Yukimura-kun doesn't have to worry about it at all. It's just that I have the habit of stuffing people with food when I see them. I also like handling ingredients. I'm a dessert chef after all." I added.

Yukimura smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Miss Takishima was really surprised..."

He glanced at the bowl I put away, nodded: "Okay, if possible, I will try Miss's craftsmanship."

"If Yukimura-kun thinks the taste is good, remember to tell me when you get better soon." I replied with a smile, "I will be very happy, after all, Apple has found its perfect place to belong."

"I'm ashamed to say that."

"Speaking of apples," I chatted with him enthusiastically, "Chi also quite likes my apple pie."

Yukimura's expression froze slightly, and I immediately confirmed my thoughts, and my words were still ordinary: "When the apple pie was just baked, it was the most delicious, he would breathe in and swallow it, and squeeze it with his left and right hands alternately." , As a result, after eating, he sticks out his tongue and blows his hands, all of which are hot and red."

When mentioning the tennis team's main players, Yukimura Seiichi's voice became much softer. He seemed to think of something interesting, and responded to me gently: "Akaya is a bit impatient, and he is also worried when playing tennis. .”

"Children, there is still a lot of room for growth, so the future is more worth looking forward to. For example, at least he can find the location of the dessert shop now."

After I finished speaking, I pierced a piece of apple with a toothpick and chewed it in my mouth. I was suddenly stimulated by the sweet and sour juice, squinted my eyes and rubbed my cheeks, and finally felt the sweetness filling my mouth, so I quickly poked a piece and put it in again. into the mouth.

"Pfft." Yukimura smiled, and sighed resentfully, "I have this problem everywhere."

"All in all, Lu Chi is a very cute attribute. You can see that many protagonists in galgame are like this, and then they will accidentally trigger a lot of very good options."

"If it's an opportunity to make tennis stronger, it's not bad."

"I immediately shifted the topic to tennis, as expected of a tennis player."

It may be that I only ate food from the convenience store at night. I ate an apple and got greedy. I poked an apple again and put it in my mouth. Yukimura bumped the backs of his hands together.

"Yukimura-kun, would you like to try it?" I smiled at him, shaking the toothpick.

Yukimura finally showed an expression that was very suitable for the age of a junior high school student. He coughed and defended himself: "Miss Takishima looks very happy when eating, so I subconsciously reached out to take it..."

"Because it's delicious." I finished chewing confidently and urged him, "Look, I've taken them all, so you really don't want to eat one?"

"Miss Takishima didn't eat it on purpose for me to see." He complained, and obediently put the apple into his mouth.

"How come." I said with a smirk.

——Of course, it is obvious that appetite is also contagious. This is the experience of the pastry chef who has been running the store for many years.

……

I chatted with Yukimura-kun for a while, and seeing that he finally felt better, I felt much relieved.The drip bottle was about to run out, so I got up and helped him ring the ward's bell.

"I heard Akaya say Miss Takishima before," Yukimura-kun sighed next to me, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times."

"This sentence is too serious for me, but I often hear Chiya talk about Yukimura-kun." I carefully leaned over to check the needle in his hand, and jokingly used the same sentence, "Li Hai Great tennis minister, seeing is believing."

"About Akaya and other tennis club kids, I will keep it secret according to Yukimura-kun's idea." I snatched his words and gestured OK to him, "So please rest assured, especially don't worry about Akaya and the others because of their emotions. It has affected the Kanto competition and the national competition."

Yukimura said in surprise, "Does Miss Takishima know?"

"Of course." I imitated Akaya's habit of mouth and tone, "There is no dead end in Lihai's third consecutive battle—right."

"Miss Takishima saw through it completely," Yukimura spread his hands childishly, his purple eyes melted into a regretful smile, "I was also imitated the slogan in person, what should I do, I feel a little frustrated."

"Then Yukimura-kun hurry up and get better, and then let me see the real version." I winked at him and said, "It's already late today, so I'll leave first, and if I stay here because I disturbed Yukimura-kun's rest, As a result, Yukimura-kun was discharged from the hospital one day later, I will definitely regret it."

"Suddenly I can understand why Chiya keeps saying that Ms. Takishima always speaks with the attitude of facing children. Thank you for coming to comfort me today."

Yukimura's clear eyes shone like glass, which was exactly the same as Akaya's expression. Every time he mentioned tennis, he looked like a shining little sun.

In fact, Yukimura-kun has already seen through my intentions for chatting all the time, and the color of his character is the same as what I feel. He is indeed a very gentle and considerate boy.

...I seem to be able to comfort myself selfishly, to alleviate the guilt of killing the little monster.

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After exchanging contact information with Yukimura-kun's parents, Nanami-san and I left the hospital.

The gentleman has changed back to his usual closeness. I pretended to look at him unintentionally for a while. Feeling that the uneasy silence atmosphere finally disappeared, I immediately became bolder and happily talked to him about my successful feat of comforting Yukimura Seiichi. .

"Mr. Qihai, Mr. Qihai, are you listening?"

My husband and I sat side by side in the back seat of a taxi. In the dark night, neon lights and electronic lights of various colors were continuously cast on the glass windows. I only knew that my husband was listening to me quietly, but I couldn’t see his expression at all.

A conversation without feedback is an unfulfilling speech!

So I moved in the direction of my husband, raised my head and looked at him expectantly: "Mr. Nanami, what do you think of my work?"

"Huh? Well, Ms. Takino is brave and treats everyone with enthusiasm as always. No wonder...the guests like Ms. Takino very much."

So much for the words of Mr.

...Although, I thought I could hear more compliments.

Just, even if you take a step back, there should be more emotional compliments!Take a step back and add a sentence of "I think" or "I think" is fine!

Dangdang Of course, I added "I think" at the top, not to let Nanami-san say that I think I like Miss Takishima very much.

I signaled to Mr. Qihai with my eyes very, very expectantly. After a long time, I finally realized that Mr. Qihai might not be able to see my expression clearly in the dark, so I gave up struggling in discouragement.

Mr. Qihai should have tried his best to praise, after all, this kind of fact is not worth mentioning, after all, he is not the kind of character who will make long speeches.

As a friend, I am very considerate of Mr. Nanami, woohoo.

I sighed slowly, propped my hands on the seat, and began to turn my eyes boredly, looking at the scenery outside the window through the four window panes.

When I saw Mr. Nanami's direction, I noticed that Mr. Nanami's face covered half of the building's signboard, and the colorful light depicted his sideways image, from the brow bone, to the high bridge and tip of the nose, to the lips and Adam's apple ...

Mr. is very nice.

I looked away a little embarrassed. Although my husband probably didn't notice it, I still pretended guiltyly that I was looking at the words on the signboard, and read out the words: "L...love, love?"

I put my hands on the seat and tried my best to avoid Mr. Qihai to watch the rolling subtitles of the billboard. When he heard me read it, he slowly looked at me.

The vehicle drove under the street light, and through the too bright light, I saw Mr. Qihai's slightly enlarged taupe eyes, and the strange expression that became extremely cautious and made me extremely nervous.

Sir can't really find out that I'm making a private comment about his looks and is getting upset, can he? !

I was so nervous because of this possibility that my heart was beating wildly, and my neck and ears were all red. In order to show that I was really just looking at the scenery, I turned my body directly to the window glass in the direction of Mr. Nanami, and even leaned forward slightly. , indicating that he also went to see the billboard.

"Mr. Nanami, look at the billboard outside that says—"

Just when I was about to repronounce the words on the billboard, the car suddenly turned sharply. I didn’t lean left or right, and my hands were uselessly grasping the fabric of the taxi, and I leaned forward like a tumbler.

Oops, it would be so painful if it hit my husband's leg. The most important thing is that I put on light makeup when I went out today. Not to mention anything else, lipstick and lipstick must not get on my husband's suit!

However, this bad thing didn't happen.

I opened my eyes carefully, and when my eyelashes passed over the hot palm holding my cheek, the hand retracted reflexively, and my lips touched the rough calluses between my knuckles vaguely, and then , the hand was stretched out again stiffly.

——It was so stiff that I felt his whole hand became stiff all of a sudden.

And the other arm of the husband was around my waist, pressing me against his body to prevent my head from hitting the car door.

I was inexplicably distracted, my skin is very good recently, I don’t know if my husband feels... that my face is quite soft in the palm of my hand... or something...

My face also suddenly became stiff.

"Miss Takino."

And Mr. Nanami, who kindly supported me, let out a long sigh.

"Do you want to stay in this position and listen to my lecture?"