Nana Ming is also under special attack today

Both my feet and my heart were hurting, I stuck my throat, and looked at Mr. Nanami aggrievedly: "What about me?"

I don’t even have gentle comfort and friend tags, woo woo.

"Miss Takishima, although I don't know what you are thinking, please give up those messy thoughts."

"He said you've become best friends..." I sniffed.

"No." Mr. Qihai replied without hesitation.

"Qami is so indifferent." Before I could cheer up, Mr. Gojo looked over and said, "Obviously just now I was talking about the past to the future."

Nanami-san never told me.I lowered my head again.

"Also shared a secret with me."

Nanami-san probably didn't want to tell me.I rubbed my face sadly.

"After all, I am such an attractive man." Mr. Gojo came over and patted my head, "It's normal to lose to me."

"Don't worry, Takishima, a person like you will definitely find another best friend, but it's not Qihai." He continued.

Mr. Gojo is trying to comfort me...why does the more I listen to it, the more sad I become?

The other party's kindness could not be let down, I raised my head and tried to raise the corners of my mouth to smile at Mr. Gotiao: "Mr. is right."

But now I only want Mr. Nanami.I expressed this thought with my eyes, and blinked to signal Mr. Gojo: Let me be okay.

Mr. Gojo understood my thoughts very cleverly, and then showed a happy expression of agreement: "No."

I drooped my shoulders and sighed, letting him laugh and pat my head like a football.

However, Mr. Gojo's behavior of patting the ball was quickly stopped by another person in the room.

Mr. Qihai grabbed his hand and moved away, separating the distance between the two of us: "Let me ask first, did the two of you collude with anything before I came?"

Mr. Gojo and I shook our heads at the same time, and looked at Mr. Qihai together: "So it's really/really a best friend..."

"I don't have anyone with this kind of relationship." Mr. Nanami knocked Mr. Gojo's hand off, "It's this bad guy who lied to you."

He looked at Mr. Gojo: "Miss Takishima is an idiot who believes what others say. Mr. Gojo, if you keep teasing her, she will really cry. You have had enough."

"Will you really cry??" Mr. Gojo looked over in surprise, "It's just because being a friend is inferior to me."

I was stabbed by Mr. Gojo's last sentence, and I shook my head immediately: "Mr. Qihai is lying! I won't! I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore! I'm not an idiot either!"

"It's not as good as mine if you don't refute it." Mr. Gojo smiled again, his eyes wandered between me and Mr. Nanami for a long time, he spread his hands, and the meaning was unclear, "Spring has already entered summer, Qihai, don't you hurry up Is it a little?"

"Hold on to what?" Mr. Nanami put his hand on the place where Mr. Gojo patted—to be honest, it hurt a little—and gently rubbed it with his fingertips. I immediately forgot what I was talking about, and supported the bed with both hands Standing upright, he kept looking at Mr. Qihai with his eyes, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

It's a pity that he is too tall, and I can't fully see his expression.

Mr. Gojo showed an expression about to make fun of others. I was embarrassed by him, and I grabbed the corner of Mr. Nanami's clothes, trying to cover his gaze.

Nanami-san noticed my movement and reached out to block me behind him.

Mr. Gojo elongated his voice exaggeratedly, and every word fell into my ears clearly: "Hey, it turns out that Nanami doesn't want to hurry up and make friends with Takishima—then why not let her go to a high school with me—Yes Lots of men-sex-oh-oh-so-good-to-be-friends

"For example, the strongest,"

"You should go." Mr. Nanami interrupted Mr. Gojo, pointing to Mr. Yidizhi who was poking his head at the door, "The supervisor is urging you."

Mr. Gojo and Mr. Nanami looked at Mr. Yijizhi together, and I felt that he seemed to be trembling.

"Mr. Gojo, please go if you have anything to do. I have troubled you to stay here for a long time." I said hastily.

Seeing Mr. Qihai bowing his head and showing me an encouraging smile, I guessed that maybe Mr. Gojo insisted on staying here because he was worried about me, so I showed my head and kept waving at him: "Thank you Mr. Gojo for your kindness, but I am already never mind."

In the next sentence, I couldn't help but put on a showy tone: "After all, Mr. Qihai has come."

Although it may be (emphasized) that you two have a better relationship, but Mr. Nanami is here to accompany me on a special trip!

...Although I am not Gojo-san who was injured, but in short, Nanami-san came to see me, not Gojo-san!

"Stupid, yet so easy to coax." Mr. Gojo muttered, elbowed Mr. Nanami, and said in the tone of a child's toy being robbed, "What luck, Mr. Nanami."

"Ah! Then if you go back to the high school of conjuration, wouldn't Takishima be..."

"It's time for you to leave." Mr. Nanami interrupted him for the first time today.

Mr. Gojo spread his hands, tilted his body and waved to me, and his sunglasses slid down with his movements: "Mr. Qihai is really strict...forget it, I have work to go today, I left you a phone number, remember to heal yourself Come play now, Ah Yue-chan."

I very much agree that Mr. is sometimes harsh.I replied courteously: "I see, Mr. Wu."

"NICE! This kind of answer is great!" Mr. Gojo compared the celebratory posture of a baseball catcher after successfully catching the ball. He pointed his index finger and thumb at me separately, and walked backwards, "Excellent advice, A Yue."

"Of course, it's better to bring Qihai with you~"

I grabbed Mr. Nanami and tried to make him move to the side. I tried to stick my head and hands out from behind him, and shook Mr. Gojo: "See you later, Mr. Wu."

Until Mr. Gojo's footsteps went away, Mr. Nanami silently pulled a stool and sat beside my bed. I saw his face full of serious business, and I always felt that there would be no easy things to talk about in the future, so I hugged him reluctantly. He moved back with the pillow and rubbed it directly against the head of the bed.

"Do you have to go to the High School of Conjuration?" He asked abruptly.

"I promise Mr. Wu, then hiss—" I was still rubbing my back, almost biting my tongue because of the sudden pain in my back, bowed my waist and looked at Mr. Qihai pitifully, "Can we stop talking about this for now?"

I refuse to think about Nanami-san's best friend when I'm in pain.

His expression became helpless: "Okay, let's talk about something else. I heard that you accidentally fell down the stairs to save a child. Did your back hurt badly?"

I nodded and looked at Mr.

"The foot is broken, too."

I nodded again, and continued to stare at him defensively, hugging the pillow.

"How long have you been running?"

It’s okay if the husband doesn’t say anything. He touched all the wounds on my body one by one. I immediately felt tired and hurt. As soon as Mr. Wutiao left, my spirit of trying to lift up was completely slackened, so as soon as the teacher finished speaking, I immediately hit a little yawn,

"...Ms. Takishima can't relax all the time because she is covered in injuries and still excitedly talking to others for so long."

Mr. Nanami looked at me and finally showed his first relaxed smile today. He stretched out his hand to me: "Come and sit here."

His eyes were gentle, like using delicious food to lure a kitten or puppy who ran away from home—even though he didn't have anything in his hands.

Woo, sir, it's too much, obviously he still doesn't care about me, but he used this method to get me close to him first.

...and made it impossible for me to refuse him.

I went over bit by bit, and Mr. Qihai leaned forward and grabbed the pillow with his hands. I caught it reflexively. Mr. Qihai's voice was more gentle: "Give me the pillow, and then have a good sleep first."

In fact, I also want to tactfully express to Mr. Qihai that I am a principled patient and I need comfort before I compromise.

But as soon as he spoke, I let go of my hand automatically. I saw Mr. Qihai put the pillow neatly, grabbed the quilt and lay down obediently on his side, with half of his head sticking out, blinking his eyes and stuffing his mouth under the quilt. "I lie down," he said.

He listened to Mr. Nanami's words super obediently.

Mr. Qihai was thoughtful, he pulled the chair closer, and stroked my shoulder through the quilt like a hair.

"Go to sleep," he said.

"I don't know how long it will take Miss Takino to get better, but until you stop showing tears of being hurt," he chuckled because of this statement, and said to me like a promise, "I will always be here with you your."

I buried my head in the quilt.

Mian, barely pass.

Touching the warm blanket, Mr.'s deep voice comforted me, and I suddenly felt drowsy, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't lift them.

There is no dream, no scenery, I seem to have slept for a long time in the atmosphere of Enron.

Half-dream and half-awake, I felt someone rustling against my quilt, just like the temple abbot grandpa who adopted me when I was young was tucking the corners of the quilt for me.

I didn't know where I was for a moment, so I pushed myself against the pillow and got under the quilt like a child who was too lazy to get out of bed, and hummed a few syllables in a low voice to signal him not to disturb me.

"Miss Takishima?"

The familiar voice woke me up a little. The sky was already dark, but there was no grandpa in my field of vision under the glimmer of light.

The blond man called me softly, as if trying to see if I woke up.

My heart skipped a beat, I didn't know why I didn't answer due to various psychological reasons, I squinted my eyes and pretended to be asleep in the quiet and deep night.

Mr. Qihai put one arm on my side, pressed a depression on the hospital bed, brushed my hair away with the other hand, gently held my side face, and pressed his fingertips against the back of my head and neck. side.

From the corridor in the distance, the evening wind rolled up from the sea in Yokohama, passed through the curtain and passed through the gap between Mr. Nanami and me.

However, the presence of Mr. Qihai's slow and warm breath surpassed the wind, my attention was all focused on the tip of my nose, and my fingers silently grasped the edge of the quilt.

Mr. Nanami, who seemed to know nothing, was still probing: "Miss Takishima, are you still awake?"

I held my breath and controlled the rise and fall of my chest.

"excuse me."

Nanami-san sighed and leaned over to me.