I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

After finishing the bowl of porridge, I lost my sleepiness, and after a bit of exercise, I was ready to continue working.

In this regard, Mr. Sen has a different opinion, he simply blocked my way.

Under my puzzled eyes, Mr. Mori looked at me and sighed: "The side effects of the medicine, the cold wind on the roof and the gastrointestinal dysfunction caused by psychological pressure, you should take a good rest now, Mr. Zhongya, you can't rely on it." It’s messy with your physical fitness.”

I turned to Mr. Sen and confirmed with him seriously: "I think the sleep just now is enough."

Mr. Mori shook his head helplessly: "The previous tranquilizers haven't been completely metabolized yet, Zhongye-kun, haven't you noticed that you have a low-grade fever?"

I really haven't noticed this, I reached out and touched the forehead and felt nothing wrong.

Just in my doubts, Mr. Sen had already pressed me on the hospital bed again: "Okay, rest well, don't rely on your physical fitness to mess around."

He used the old trick again, still covering my eyes with his fingers, but this time I really didn't feel sleepy.

But with Mr. Sen, I can only be obedient, and I still lie on the bed obediently.

Probably, the blinking of my eyelashes made his fingers itchy, and Mr. Sen suddenly chuckled.

He leaned close to my ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Zhongye doesn't want me to do something...that will make you sleepy and make you want to sleep."

Hearing what Mori-san said, I stiffened and my cheeks became hot.

I also said this to Osamu Dazai. After I found out that Dazai had suffered from insomnia for a long time, I would occasionally say this to him, and then I would ride on him to let him have a good rest.

Now, Mr. Mori won't want to...

Just when I was thinking about how to reject Mr. Mori, Mr. Mori's hand had been let go from my eyes.

When I regained my light, I met his smiling eyes. Mr. Mori pinched my nose affectionately and asked me, "Xiao Zhongya, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I shyly turned my head away from his sight.

Mr. Mori held down my movement to get up, and said with no refusal: "Don't get up, you still have a fever, now you should take a good rest."

Mr. Mori in a white coat sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked at me seriously and said, "Don't be afraid, I will watch over you."

Although I said I was not sleepy and my brain was very active, in the end, I fell asleep under the gaze of those dark purple eyes.

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It seemed that I had been asleep for a long time, and someone shook my body halfway to try to wake me up.But I just want to wrap myself in the quilt, curl up into a ball and face him with my butt.

That person still wanted to continue, I opened him angrily, and after making a little noise, I made sure that there was no one in the room, I hugged my pillow happily and continued to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, and someone came to my room again. When he started shaking me, I still wanted to open him.

Only this time my action failed, the man reached into my quilt and pulled my left hand out.

I wanted to withdraw my hand, but I couldn't, I was always held firmly by him.

There was nothing I could do about him, I could only maintain my distorted posture, biting the quilt aggrievedly and continuing to sleep.

But when I gave up struggling and let that hand hold it and continue to sleep, the owner of that hand didn't let me go.

I felt a cold touch on the back of my hand, followed by tingling pain. I struggled to withdraw my hand, but was firmly held down and could not move.

At the same time, the other hand reached out and gently touched his head.

I heard a familiar voice say, "Be good, Mr. Zhongye. If you obediently take injections and medicine, you will recover faster."

The sweet ball was also stuffed into my mouth by the owner of the voice, and I swallowed it obediently.

The cold liquid was injected into my body, bringing a burst of coolness to my hot body, so I didn't refuse to let that hand hold it and continue to sleep.

When I woke up completely, I met a pair of iris eyes, and it was Verlaine who was sitting in front of my hospital bed with a book.

The curtains were thick and completely blocked the sunlight, and the room was very dim. The main light was turned off, leaving only a faint light, which was not suitable for reading at all.

Verlaine didn't read at all, he just sat on my bedside and looked at me without blinking.

There was a stent beside him, and the transparent liquid flowed through the infusion tube and entered my body along the needle on my left back.

Seeing me wake up, Verlaine closed the book and let go of my hand.Apparently, Verlaine was responsible for holding my hand to keep me from moving while I was asleep.

I looked at the man who appeared on the top floor, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with me?"

"You're sick." The man frowned and looked at me disapprovingly: "Chuya, you don't take good care of yourself like this, it really worries my brother."

"Thank you, I'm much better now." I reached out and pulled out the medicine that was about to finish, and nodded to him to express my gratitude.

Verlaine leaned closer, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against me, "The fever has indeed subsided."

As he spoke, I could feel the air of his breath against my face.

Just when I was about to push him away, Verlaine pushed out of my defense range by himself.

Holding the book in front of his chest, Verlaine stood up and nodded to me, "Since you're fine, I'll go back."

In this seat, I can just see the title of the book in his hand, "Rebellion is not the child's fault - no beating, no scolding, warm education".

I know this guy likes to read, but I really didn't expect him to read this.

Noticing my gaze, Verlaine also looked down at the book in his hand, he looked at me and smiled and said: "This book is quite reasonable, if Zhong is also interested, you can give it to my brother after he finishes reading it." You read it."

As he said that, he also opened another cowhide book that he carried with him, which recorded his occasional poems and notes on his reading experience.

It records his learning experience in French. My spoken French is fine, but my reading is actually not very good, but who else is the rebellious child in Verlaine's mind besides me.

At this moment, I really wanted to kill the publisher and the author of this book.

Obviously Verlaine didn't think so, he turned the page for me graciously, and let me read what he had recorded before.

After seeing that he also read, "How to Guide Adolescent Children to Listen", "Don't Compete with Adolescent Children", "Key Education in Rebellious Period"...

After this series of weird books, I felt so heartbroken that I didn't even want to talk to him.

After bidding farewell to Verlaine, I stood up and moved my body, only to feel relaxed for a long time.

Mr. Sen is right, my state was indeed a little abnormal before, and I made him worry.

Walking out of the room, I came to the chief's office.

While I was asleep, Mr. Mori had arranged for someone to tidy up the office, and everything went back to the way it was before, except that the man who would sit in the leader's position and watch me was missing.

I took his place and turned back to where I had been as his protector.

In a trance, it seems to be able to see the past, Dazai is sitting at the desk correcting documents, and I take out the handheld to play games while protecting him as a bodyguard.

He only put the game console in his pocket and stood up seriously when someone came to report.

Yes, the reason for the plush carpet here is because I just sit on the floor when no one is around.

Although after he became the leader, I spent much more time in his leader's office than in my own cadre's office.

But Dazai mentioned several times that I refused to add a desk to his chief's office.

Anyway, who wants to see that annoying guy all the time every day.

Hearing what I said, Dazai, who rolled his eyes with a smile, turned his head and changed the carpet in the office, specially changing it to a plush style that would sink into it when you step on it.

That guy Dazai also likes to make me hide under his desk and do some outrageous things to me when he summons his subordinates to issue orders.

Thinking of this, I angrily hammered the newly changed table, which caused a lot of noise.

At this time, someone opened the door and came in, and Alice stood at the door in a nurse's uniform, holding a few bottles of medicine in her hand, which should be ready for me to change.

When she realized that I was awake, she opened her eyes and ran over with a happy face: "Chuya, you finally woke up."

Looking at the cracked desk, Alice blinked and said earnestly, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself."

Speaking of this, she looked at me with some fear, "I shouldn't have given Zhongya so many sedatives, and his body's reaction to the drug was much greater than expected, and he even fell into a coma for several days. "

"It's not Alice's fault." I stretched out my hand and rubbed Alice, who had grown up and became taller than me, and comforted, "I asked you to do this."

Seeing that Alice was still looking depressed, I asked her, "Then I've been in a coma for the past few days, are you okay outside?"

"Don't worry, Rintaro can always find a solution." Alice comforted me.

Since Alice said it was fine, where did Mr. Mori go? He clearly promised to keep watch over me.

Thinking of seeing Verlaine instead of him after waking up, I actually felt a little complicated.

As if guessing what I was thinking, Alice chuckled: "It's possible that I won't be able to see Rintaro for a while."

Amid my doubts, Alice smiled and said maliciously, "Until those dark circles disappear, Rintaro won't appear in front of Chuya."

Thinking of the hazy memory in my dream, I looked at her a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice: "I hit it?"

Alice nodded, and reached out to touch my cheek again: "Don't feel guilty, you didn't mean it."

"Rin Taro didn't show up because he was afraid that Chuuya would feel guilty. If Chuuya would pay more attention to him because of guilt, as long as Zhongya didn't beat him to death, it would be fine."

"Rin Taro just feels that he is so much older than you, and the dark circles on his face are ugly, so he doesn't want Chuya to see it."

"He likes you so much, of course he wants to appear in front of you with the best appearance."