Youren, I will raise you with a trumpet!

When Hejiang woke up again, the sun was already high.

His face was pressed against the soft quilt, but because it took too long, when he was about to get up, his neck made a toothsome "creak" sound.

He Jiang: "..."

It was only at this time that I realized that my actions were a little inexplicable——

The male high school student collapsed on the bed in the shape of "Ji", his hands pressed against his body as if he had no strength and placed on the bed.Because my whole body is stiff, I can't move normally.

[Like an air-dried salted fish that has been in the sun for three days. ] The GM thought that the evaluation was very good, so he took a picture and put it in the CG library.

After He Jiang slowly got up, 15 minutes had passed.

"...Next time, wait until I lie down before pulling away..." He said, but his voice was hoarse.

[Eh...I have a cold. 】

"...It's strange if you don't catch a cold if you stay like this all night!"

**

At noon, today's weather is fine, there is not a single piece of dark cloud floating in the sky.

The sun was shining warmly through the hospital windows.Knotweed Wasuke stretched out his hand, and his withered palm caught a small beam of sunlight.

"——Youren," he suddenly turned his head to look at his grandson sitting on the escort chair, and asked aloud, "What do you think of Hejiang?"

Youren was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and thought for a while: "It's pretty good, it's a good game."

"Grandpa, don't bully him too much, Kentaro is very afraid of you!"

Thinking of his grandfather's temper, he sighed helplessly.

Knotweed Wasuke looked at him quietly.

"……Really."

He looked a lot older in an instant, and his eyes were complicated that Hisen couldn't understand.

There was no sound in the ward for a while, and Yuren, who hadn't waited for the next sentence for a long time, turned off the mobile phone in his hand, and straightened his sitting posture: "You are very strange today, why do you keep asking Kentaro about things - don't you mean him?"

The old man glared at him angrily: "...I'm not you, every chat these days will bring him up."

"Eh? Is there?" He scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly. "After all, I have been playing since I was a child, and I joined the same club recently."

"But to be honest," Youruto clapped his hands, feeling a little surprised, "I didn't expect Kentaro to join the Psychic Research Institute, I thought he was the type who likes to read books!"

"After all, you know people, you don't know your face, you don't know your heart." The old man sighed, looking at this grandson who was always active, "Your Ren, you can't just look at the appearance,"

"You have to look at your heart."

He pointed to the location of Youroto's heart with his fingers.

"I know...but you are so serious, Grandpa." He muttered, and then looked at the time on his phone, "It's 12:30...Grandpa, do you want something to eat?"

"...that kind of thing is fine."

"How can you be casual!" He looked at his old man suspiciously, his eyes gradually distrusted, "Are you picky about eating again?"

"... Knotweed Yujin, be careful, I'm your grandfather!"

"I'm still your grandson!" He got up tiredly, approached the hospital bed and covered Grandpa with a quilt, "I'm going to prepare lunch."

"Don't be picky eaters anymore, you're still so childish at this age." He pretended to reprimand in a low voice, in exchange for grandpa glaring at him and raising his hand to spank his ass/ass.

"--I am leaving!"

He yelled, and then flashed the education from grandpa's love with a quick movement.

Knotabazu Wasuke looked at his back as he left in a hurry with some amusement.

"This child..."

He leaned on the hospital bed and looked sideways at the window next to him.

It is now April in Japan, and there is a lush tree outside the window, and birds fly over and chirp from time to time.

According to the hospital records, this ward was changed by "Tsurue Kentaro" to a better room that is both ventilated and sunny.The sound of medical staff walking in the corridor can be vaguely heard, and the hand next to the bell can be touched at any time. Even if someone is called to come in the middle of the night, they will not be impatient.

But who is Kentaro Tsurue...?

Why do I have no impression?

Knotweed Wasuke knew that he had a bad temper, so no one around him wanted to visit him.Apart from his own grandson, this kid named "Tsurue Kentaro" was the only one who was willing to contact him.

However, Knotweed Wasuke knew this child the first time he saw it.

——"Tsurue Kentaro" is not human.

He was a little too clean.

Although the language and actions showed that he was very familiar with himself and his optimistic grandson, but that expression——

Hidden in the pure black pupils is the deep indifference and indifference.That kind of top-down overlooking, and a deeper level of disdain and... pleasure.

That's not the look a person should have.

That is……

"monster".

The door of the ward was pushed open suddenly, and the sparrows that had fallen by the window were chased away with a creaking sound.The sound of flapping wings brought him back to consciousness, and he looked towards the door.

The "monster" greeted him with a smile.

"Hi, grandpa..." He hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Well, where is Youren...?"

"He went out to prepare lunch," said Kojowawasuke, "Why are you here?"

Tsurue Kentaro seemed very unnatural. At this time, he didn't have that kind of thing in his eyes, but he looked very pleasing to the eye.

"The president said that the activity report needs to be discussed by everyone, and I'll give Youren a mobile phone." He said, holding up the smartphone in his hand.

Is it the same model as the mobile phone in Hisen's hand, except that this mobile phone has a... a doll that looks like a duck?

"It's a crane!"

The child yelled out immediately, and then covered his mouth again.

"It doesn't matter," he curled his lips, "Anyway, I don't really understand what you young people are playing."

But fortunately, the "monster" looked at Yuren with emotion in his eyes.

Fiery, and insignificant sincerity.

But enough.

After walking around Hejiang for a long time, he only found an escort chair, and he had no choice but to sit beside his grandpa.It's just that the body is stiff visible to the naked eye.

Knotweed Wasuke: "..."

Honestly, I'm not that scary, am I?

He fell into deep self-doubt.

"How is grandpa?"

"Not yet dead."

He Jiang: "..."

Grandpa, I can't take what you said.

He had no choice but to look at the sky and the ground indiscriminately, and he took a look at Youren's cell phone by the way.

There's nothing weird about it.

Unexpectedly, the male high school student with Jennifer Lawrence posters in the room, the mobile phone is unexpectedly clean: D

"Cough...cough..."

There was a coughing sound next to him, and He Jiang looked up subconsciously.

……what is that?

A yellow post-it note that read—

"die"

He stood up and walked over, tearing off the post-it sticking to the head of the Japanese knotweed assistant.

The grandfather who was caught off guard was forced to yell, and then looked at him with an unbelievable expression.

He Jiang: "..."

Grandpa, I said I didn't mean it, can you let me go?

He embarrassingly carried the post-it note and a few white hairs behind his back, and compressed them into a small ball with slight movements of his palm.

In the end, it was Yuren who pushed the door in and saved the awkward atmosphere.

He also held a steaming home-cooked meal in his hand.

Golden cheese pork squash balls are dotted with a small green leaf, tuna cabbage is placed in the side dish position, there is a small bowl of beef rice bowl, and the tofu miso soup looks delicious.

He Jiang ran over after eating two cold rice balls: "..."

He poked Faxiao's waist, with a mournful face: "Next time, I will definitely eat the rice cooked by Youren!"

Yuren: "..."

"Then the next time I go to Tokyo, I'm going to watch "Earthworm Man 2" at the cinema!"

"Who wants to watch such a novelty movie in the cinema—it will cost you two meals!"

"make a deal!"

Two male high school students hit it off.

Old man Wazuke calmly stuffed his mouth with beef rice.

The taste is good...just one is too bad.

**

Monday is coming soon, and school time for students begins again.

The weather was slightly cloudy this afternoon, and Sasaki and Iguchi were still the first to come to the club to borrow the classroom.

Only this time, there was a person who blocked their progress first.

"—Wellhead,"

"—Sasaki,"

The two seniors looked at each other, and both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

"It seems that we still have to meet the old enemy of our Supernatural Phenomenon Research Association..."

"Student council president--"

The chairman wearing glasses coldly interrupted the opening remarks of the two people who were out of tune (Sasaki & Iguchi: obviously very serious!). "I said you supernatural research, do you still want to occupy the activity room all the time?"

"There is no activity report, what kind of activity room do you need?"

Sasaki covered his chest with heartache, and looked at him in disbelief: "President! Do you have to treat us so cruelly——"

"Don't use TV meme casually, hey, besides, didn't you guys go to an event last weekend?"

"I also applied for funding, which looks very formal. It's impossible not to have an activity report, right?"

The student council president raised his glasses reservedly, looking through the lenses at the frozen Sasaki.

"Could it be... no?"

Iguchi cast a glance at Sasaki: Hurry up and report to him...

Sasaki stared back: I was playing with you in a big city on the weekend, where did you see that I wrote this thing!

"Don't wink." The president sneered, trying to look down at them with a height of 165, "you applied for funding but didn't submit a report, even if there are three members in your club, it will still be caused by misuse of funds for school club activities. Disbanded!"

Iguchi: "!"

Sasaki: "!!"

How to do? !

Is Lingyiyan really going to be disbanded? !

"Sister Sasaki!"

She heard the voice, and saw the two juniors running over through the president, and the blue document being waved high in the hands of Junior He Jiang.

"Sister! You forgot to take your activity report!"

Hisohito rushed over to invite the president of the student union, and pressed the 173 figure on top of him to attract his attention.

"President, president, why are you so serious~" He laughed and moved a little closer, blocking the president's sight with his body, "Our senior is very timid, don't scare her~"

Sasaki: "...Knotweed!"

Jingguchi snickered and was lucky to escape the public execution.

A blue document was stuffed in her hand, and when she opened it, there was an activity report of about ten pages.

"This……"

She froze for a moment, then raised her head blankly.

The black-haired male high school student blinked at her, showing a bright smile like Hisuhito's.

"You can't continue running the club without an activity report," the president tried to push away the fluffy knotweed dog, "especially you, Knotweed Yujin, aren't you from the track and field department?!"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "...Eh???"

"— who said we don't have activity reports!"

He Jiang moved away sensibly, revealing the majestic head of the Supernatural Research Institute.

Sasaki raised his snow-white activity report and showed a proud expression: "I'm optimistic about the president! This is our activity! Activity! Report! Report!"

"Just now..."

"Just now, now is now!"

The president looked at them for a while, then sighed helplessly, and reached out to take the activity report of the Lingyi Research Institute.

"...I hope you, He Jiang, don't regret joining this club." He took a deep look at this smart junior.

He Jiang also glanced at him: "Maybe I regretted it at first—"

"However, it feels pretty good right now."

He shrugged.

After watching the student council president leave, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Youren happily suggested: "Why don't we take advantage of the present, let's think about what research activities we will do next time!"

"Let's put that kind of thing aside for now," Sasaki leaned his back against the door frame of the activity room, took off his glasses, and tried to cast a sharp look with his blurred eyes, "Then, let's start the interrogation of Hirohito-san!"

Yuren: "...Huh?"

"Kumba, I didn't expect you to be the first to betray our Lingyiyan—I thought Tsurue would be the first!" Iguchi tried to squeeze out a tear or two, which made him feel the condemnation of his conscience, "You actually entered the track and field department !"

He Jiang also looked at him complicatedly: "Unexpectedly, Youren with thick eyebrows and big eyes..."

Yuren: "...Ehhhhh???"