[Wang Wang Kuai Chuan] I'm playing tricks in the fan literature

The lightning was very fast, falling one by one, making Suzumiya Hazuki's delicate and picturesque face look weird and terrifying.

In the dark, Youjia turned on the light of the mobile phone, and walked towards the first-year group B on the third floor with the faint light. It was not long after the end of the exam at this time, and there were still a few students in the teaching building. Clean up the classroom.The sound of the rain outside was loud or small, and when Youjia walked to the stairs on the second floor, suddenly, there was a shrill and sharp cry.

Curious, she turned around and walked towards the source of the sound. Behind her were a few students who had the same goal as her. In the interlaced light and shadow, Youjia saw the girl lying limp on the ground in front of the women's bathroom door. , her young face was pale and terrified, her mouth was covered with trembling hands, and her whole body was shaking violently.

In the dark, people's hearing becomes extremely sharp.

When Youjia heard it, she murmured, "Dead...dead...dead..."

This information surprised Youjia. Ten minutes had passed since the power outage, and Ice Emperor’s emergency reserve was powered on, and the light hurt Youjia’s eyes. I saw Asakawa Haruka lying motionless on the ground in front of her. She tilted her head and faced Yuka, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was covering her injured abdomen with her hands. She had a very painful expression. Yuka noticed her undulating chest. Her heart fell to the ground in an instant—fortunately, she wasn't dead yet.

There was a lot of noise at the scene. Someone called the police, someone notified the teacher, and someone stepped forward to help the terrified girl in front of the women's toilet. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department dispatched the police very quickly. It didn't take long for the scene to be blocked immediately. This was a vicious injury. Incident, Asakawa Haruka was sent to the ambulance of Dongjing General Hospital.

On the same day, Yu Jia, who was an important witness, was invited to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for interrogation.

This directly caused her to go home much later than usual. She gave her parents a reason at will, and then went to the table to eat the meal reheated by her mother. Brother Jinchuan sat on the side and watched TV. Today's social news is all about As the injury incident was broadcast, the school and hospital were blocked by reporters from various channels. You Jia even saw the usually unsmiling chairman of the Disciplinary Committee on TV. The reporter was asking him about Asakawa Haruka's behavior in the school. The boy started talking nonsense seriously.

Just kidding, he has no contact with Asakawa Haruka at all, who knows what kind of character she is!

After washing up, Youjia, who was tired all day, fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as she went to bed.At this time, a black Porsche silently drove into the residential area where the Imagawa family lived, and stopped on the road across the street. Atobe opened the window and looked at the word "Imagawa" on the door plate. To the room on the second floor, all I saw was darkness.

Is she already asleep?

This is very good, it seems that what happened today didn't have a big impact on her.

It was already late at night when Youjia woke up again, she fumbled to turn on the desk lamp at hand, rubbed her aching temples, she felt a severe headache, it was really bad, the cold seemed to be getting worse!She woke up from the cold. It seemed that she forgot to close the window before going to bed. Youjia put on her coat and walked to the window. The rain outside had stopped all day.

Originally, she just looked at it casually, but Youjia paused hesitantly, turned her head to look at the alarm clock on the table, it was 01:30 in the morning, and then leaned out of the window uncertainly to take a closer look.She has excellent eyesight, is... Atobe, right?The wind in late spring was still a bit chilly, and it was even worse at night. The chilly night wind blew on her face, messing up her long hair.

Leaning against the car behind him, the boy lowered his head and played with the exquisite lighter in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Youjia knew that she shouldn't bother him, but she couldn't control her feet. She hurried downstairs and opened the door, and ran out without even changing her shoes. When she walked across the street, the man seemed like Like a tacit understanding, he looked up at her, his face could not be seen clearly under the dim light, but a pair of Mayan gray eyes were frighteningly bright.

Atobe stepped in front of Yuka in three steps and took two steps, took off his coat to wrap her thin body, and pressed Yuka's hand that wanted to refuse, "Don't move, it will be cold." He said forcefully .

"Why are you...cough cough...will you come?" Youjia's overly pale face was blushed due to a violent cough, and her long and curly eyelashes blinked irregularly.The boy didn't answer in a hurry, but just opened the car door, and brought Youjia into the car intimately. He turned on the heater while raising the window.

"Cough... Asakawa...cough cough...how is Asakawa-san?" Yuka thought of Asakawa Haruka who fell in front of the women's toilet, and asked politely about her situation.After all, the scene at that time was too shocking. The girl who fell in a pool of blood was stabbed in the abdomen.

Atobe leaned over and patted Yujia's back lightly, "Currently in the intensive care unit, but not life-threatening."

"I guess Suzumiya Hazuki did it." The rise in temperature made her throat feel better.

"My uncle knows that the people in the Metropolitan Police Department have told us about it." Seeing Youjia's improvement, Atobu withdrew his hand from supporting the girl, "And the surveillance cameras in the corridor also captured the footage."

"That's good."

The topic ended, and the compartment suddenly became eerily quiet.

The young man's face was half-hidden in the light shadow, only his sharp chin and the loneliness outlined by the corners of his lips could be seen, "Why did you refuse that day? Is it because you didn't like it?" He finally asked.Even if he is arrogant, even if he is arrogant, in front of the person he likes, Keigo Atobe is just a young boy.

"..." Youjia didn't make a sound, but turned her eyes away from the window, and met the proud heir of the chaebol in front of her.

"Do you know that if you were willing to say yes at that time, I, Keigo Atobe, would never agree to this marriage even if I put my all into it."

"You really don't like Asakawa Haruka?" Yuka needed to confirm again.

"Did you ignore what my uncle said?" Atobe suddenly got a little angry because of her stupid question.

"But I saw you holding hands with her very intimately in the corridor today?"

"That's because..." The boy's words stopped abruptly, and he knocked on the steering wheel in frustration.

At this moment, Yujia had some idea of ​​why Atobe was ashamed to say it. She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a while before continuing, "Do you know that you never said you liked me, and you didn't Asked me again if I liked you."

Atobe was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a broken smile, and whispered to himself, "I actually forgot such an important thing."

"I rejected you not because I don't like you, I just don't want to wait." Youjia's head was burning dizzy, and her courage began to grow, "And if you like me enough, you shouldn't make me wait, you After all the problems have been dealt with, stand upright in front of me and tell me loudly that you like me." At the end, the girl cursed, "Idiot."

"..."

"There is no Asakawa Haruka, and there is no obstacle, then at that time," she smiled, "Atobe, I will promise you."

"..."

"Of course if you can't do it, I won't wait for you."

"There is nothing in this world that I can't do." Atobe's handsome face was filled with a sincere smile for the first time in two months, "Imagawa Yuka, you should make up your mind, I will definitely It will allow your future self to bear the surname "Atobe". "

The boy's gorgeous voice was deep and sweet, and Yuka smiled brightly like a summer flower, "Then you have to work hard, President Atobe." After finishing speaking, the girl took off her coat and returned it to Atobe, "It's too late, I'm going back to sleep Now, you should go back to rest early, good night."

"Good night. And," Atobe responded curtly.At the same time, he leaned slightly, and gently placed a kiss on Youjia's forehead, "I like you, Youjia."

The moment he said this sentence, Atobe felt that the things that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were taken away. He finally defeated himself, learned to be frank, and said what he wanted to say in his heart.As for everything in the future, no matter good or bad, he is willing to bear it by himself.Just so that one day in the future, he can sit side by side with her like today, and then lean into her ear and say to her, "I like you."

Of course, that was a long time later.

The girl stood in front of the door and touched the place where the kiss fell. It seemed that the temperature there had not yet dropped safely.

She watched as the black Porsche was crushed by the night.On this slightly cool spring night, for the first time, Yujia felt that Atobe was no longer so superior. During their short conversation of less than ten minutes, he suppressed the light around him, like an ordinary boy to a girl he likes When she confessed "I like you", her heart was inevitably moved.For Youjia, the temperature on her forehead seemed familiar.

In the not-too-distant memory, the season of gorse blooms in May.

At that time, Atobe's kiss was warm and hot, completely different from today's feather-light goodnight kiss, but unexpectedly, the latter seemed to touch her heart more, because this time he said he liked it, and at that moment, she I am convinced that I see something in Atobe's eyes, cherished, firm, and sincere.

Youjia thought, for this liking, there is nothing wrong with bravely going to a doomsday horror fan.