My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Akiyama Naoko arranged Kitakami Yuki in the back seat.

"Echiqian, take good care of her."

She closed the rear door and walked to the front of the car.

At this time, someone came over and knocked on the rear window. Naoko Akiyama, who had just sat in the driver's seat, looked over and found that it was a teenager wearing glasses.

The person in the back seat rolled down the window.

Ito Ze also looked at Echizen Ryoma, and stared at him silently for a few seconds, until he noticed the girl on his lap, Ito reached into the car and handed in a blanket.

"Please take good care of her."

Of course, why should you tell me?

Echizen frowned, but now was not the time to be angry.

There are things in the north that are hidden from him, and the only one who knows about those things is probably the young man in front of him.

He asked Qiushan for a pen and paper, wrote a series of numbers, and handed it out through the car window.

He stared at Ito, and then said almost commandingly, "Sawaya Ito, tell me everything you know."

Ito Ze also hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.

Time was running out, and after getting this definite answer, I asked Mr. Akiyama to drive right away.

Along the way, the girl on his lap was always in a semi-conscious state. Echizen covered her with a blanket, but he always felt that the color of the blanket was too eye-catching, so he took off his coat and covered it.

Naoko Akiyama glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

"Is it because the blanket was sent by that child, so you are not happy?"

"No." He argued for himself in a muffled voice, "Because it looks cold in the north, I don't think a blanket is enough."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Akiyama Naoko said meaningfully, and didn't continue the topic. After all, a sensible adult always knows to accept it when it's good.

At this time, the person on the lap moved, curled up, and burrowed into his arms.

Her soft hair rubbed against him, he looked down at her, moved his fingers, couldn't help reaching up and rubbing her hair.

Almost at the same time, her lips moved, and she suddenly said, "I'm sorry, please give me another chance."

Echizen's hand resting on her hair froze, he was afraid that she would wake up and find out what he was doing, but he understood that if she woke up, it meant that her condition was not that bad.

Ambivalence tormented him for a moment.

But the girl just closed her eyes and said those words like a dream.

"Next time, I'll run faster."

There was a lot of sweat on her forehead, and her expression looked pained.

Is she having a nightmare?

Echizen put his hand on her forehead.

It seems to be hotter than before.

Echizen Ryoma didn't know what to do with her, Mr. Akiyama had already driven the car very fast, all he could do now was to comfort her as much as possible.He held her hand tightly, hoping that her nightmare would end soon.

In her sleep, she was very restless, always trying to break free from his grasp, as if she was eager to escape from him.

What is she afraid of now?

The girl said something again at this time, and then it seemed that her physical strength had reached its limit, and she returned to a long period of tranquility.

The last thing she said was a person's name.

his name.

At this time, the mobile phone vibrated and received a text message from an unknown phone number. When he clicked on it, the content was very long. He calmed down and read it word by word, his eyes gradually sank. Finally, the signature of the text message was Itozawa also.

When the car arrived at the destination, Akiyama Naoko picked up Kitakami Yuki and walked to the hospital. Echizen Ryoma suddenly said that he would leave for a while.

"Please, sir," he said, "now, I have somewhere to go."

The ringing alarmed Kitakami Kazuhiko who was about to go out.

He had just received a call from Fujiwara. Kitakami Yuki had a high fever and participated in the sports meeting without telling everyone. After finishing the run, he passed out and is now in a hospital.He is now planning to go to that hospital.

He hurriedly fastened the buttons of his shirt, and he couldn't button it well after repeated several times.

He knew that it was his own demons at work.

No one knew that the real culprit behind Yuki Kitakami's fainting was her father, himself.

Guilt or self-blame are not enough to describe his mood now.

Just then, the untimely visitor rang the doorbell.

He walked to the gate, and as soon as he put his hand on the handle, he seemed to feel the unkindness of the visitor.

He almost guessed who it was.

Standing outside the door was a boy.

Kitakami Kazuhiko thought to himself, yes, he did do something wrong, but it was never the boy's turn to blame him.

He looked down at the boy contemptuously.

"Are you here to talk to me about Yuki? Let me tell you—"

Kitakami Kazuhiko was halfway through speaking, suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and couldn't say a word anymore, because the boy was looking at him with fearless, firm and unruly eyes.

It is so familiar, it is exactly the same as the expression in Yuki Kitakami's eyes when he said he was going to participate in the sports meeting.

That look had made him furious at that moment, she was fighting against himself, just for a teenager who couldn't be worse than tennis-or so he thought.

But when he realized that the girl was lying on the bed weakly, unable to look at him like that anymore, this look made him feel an unspeakable heartache.

After Echizen Ryoma confirmed that he did not intend to continue, he spoke cautiously.

"Please stop forcing her to do things she doesn't want to do. Because she is not yours alone." After a pause, "I will protect her."

——So, I will not allow you to hurt her anymore, nor will I allow you to take her away from me.

Kitakami Kazuhiko was silent for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly swung his fist towards his face.

The boy remained calm, and stared back at Kitakami Kazuhiko with his beautiful eyes, as if he was saying that phrase he often used.

You are not far off.

The fist stopped a few centimeters in front of the boy.

Kitakami and Kazuhiko conceded.

That's right, Kitakami Kazuhiko admitted in his heart that he was indeed far behind in some things.

For example, the understanding of Echizen Ryoma.

Narrow-mindedness, prejudice, and anger blinded my eyes.

——So much so that I didn’t see it, as Kitakami Yuki said, he is clearly a dazzling existence like the sun.

Kitakami Kazuhiko opened his clenched fist and put it on the boy's shoulder.

When Yuki Kitakami woke up, looking at the white ceiling, smelling the smell of disinfectant around him, he fell into enigmatic contemplation.

Hey, when did she come to this place?

She felt that the quilt on her body was very heavy, she was very hungry, and she was still a little thirsty.

At this time, someone opened the door and walked in. It was a young woman with combed hair. The red nail polish on her nails did not match the white coat she was wearing.

Kitakami Yuki turned over and faced her, her voice was a little waxy because she had just woken up. "Teacher Akiyama, I'm so thirsty."

"Do you feel better? Yuki." Akiyama walked to the water dispenser in the room and fetched a cup.

"Well, where am I?"

"Of course it's a hospital." Qiu Shan came over with water and fed her a sip, "Do you want to eat something?"

"I want to eat a lot." Kitakami said, and then she glanced at Akiyama's hand holding the cup with a little disgust, "Teacher, you will be mistaken for a doctor in this dress, go and change it, paint The doctor with the bright red nail polish looks too bad."

"There is no such beautiful female doctor as me." Naoko Akiyama said confidently. "I'm going out to buy something for you now. By the way, Yuki," she walked to the door, then turned around and smiled at her ambiguously, "He will be here in a while, should you treat him later?" Thank you?"

"Eh, thank you?"

"I've been taking care of you for a long time."

After Akiyama Naoko finished speaking, she closed the door and left with brisk steps.

Kitakami Yuki held his chin and thought for a while, who is he?

Of course she hoped that that person was Echizen's classmate, but even if she was a little uncertain, she didn't want to think of that person as Echizen, because when such hope failed, it would always bring greater disappointment.

That's when she noticed something on the ground.

Eh?It's a blanket.

Kitakami Yuki stretched out half of her body and poked it with her fingertips.

Sure enough, the exact same blanket.

She frowned, and when the truth came out, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

It turns out that no matter whether I expect it or not, as long as the other party is not Echizen's classmate, I will still feel sad.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the sound lasted for a while. Seeing that the people inside did not respond, the boy she had been thinking about pushed the door open and entered.

He had just rushed from the station, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. Almost all signs showed that he was worried about the girl.But he walked to the hospital bed, put his hands in his pockets, and when he spoke to her, his expression was calm, and his voice was also calm.

"North, are you feeling better?"

The reaction of the girl from Beishang was a little different from usual, she replied awkwardly: "You are too late, Echizen-san."

"Because something—"

"Why is Ito not you who takes care of me?"

"..."

It is true that he has left before.But, Ito?What's the matter with Ito?

"I saw the blanket, it's the same one Ito found before." Kitakami said reluctantly.

Echizen followed her gaze, yes, there was a blanket there, and it was indeed brought by Ito, but...

Hey, some bastard took his coat away!

Teacher Akiyama, come out and explain clearly to me!

Echizen Ryoma frowned, and began to search through the room.

"What are you doing, Echizen-san?"

"To shut up."

"Hey, it's me who should be angry at this time, okay? Echizen, what are you angry about?" Kitakami Yuki was holding the quilt on the bed and turning his body back and forth in the direction of Echizen's movement, "Need me to help you Are you looking for it?"

Echizen Ryoma selectively ignores most of her words, capturing only the crucial ones.

She said he shouldn't be angry.

It was she who carried her on her back, she was the one who took care of her along the way, and she was the one who went to her house to meet her father, but she thought in a daze that it was all done by Ito.

No, more than that.

It was Ito who knew the truth earlier than him, and it was Ito who accompanied her to train for long-distance running.

Ito Ito, really annoying!

Echizen Ryoma bit his lip, desperately restraining his emotions, he managed to squeeze out a harmless sentence from between his teeth. "No, just sleep a little longer."

"Okay." The girl obediently returned to her original place, lying on the bed, peeping out a pair of eyes from under the quilt to look at him.

He continued to rummage in the small ward, and finally found a corner of his clothes under the blanket.

His clothes were thrown on the ground casually and became the cushion of the blanket.

Now, Teacher Akiyama, he really wants to talk to her now.

Next, he tried to concoct a proper and natural rhetoric in his heart to tell Yuki Kitakami that he was the one who took care of her.

only--

It seems that I can't wait for that moment.

Like a cat that picked up a treasure and wanted to show off to its owner, Echizen stuffed Kitakami Yuki's coat while pretending to be sleeping.

While restraining his ambivalence about wanting to slam the door out in anger, he said to her patiently as much as possible: "Do you see whose coat this is?"

"Of course it's yours." Kitakami Yuki replied immediately, and immediately, something became clear in Kitakami's mind.

Mr. Akiyama said that he would be there in a while, so Echizen-san arrived.

Although Sawaya Ito's blanket is here, Echizen-san's coat is also here.

Ah, she got it.

"That's right, Kitakami." Echizen Ryoma said to her, "So, stop talking Ito Ito."

The author has something to say:

I didn’t have time to write last night, I’ve been coding over there,

CNC lathe code...

It's not the same thing as C language at all, I wrote @#[email protected]#￥! @￥#@&

However, the finished product is very beautiful~

Some students made models of trophies and bullets~.

By the way, recommend a song~

SHE version of "You Were a Boy"