Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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——What if you don’t forgive?

In Asakawa Xia's mind, Noko Lily suddenly appeared in her mind, standing with her back facing her, in the glaring light, with an obscure expression.Wearing Lihai University's spring school uniform, she threw a sentence gently and heavily:

"Asakawa, are you an idiot?"

"I feel sorry for you when I'm angry, idiot!"

The angry and restrained words of Noko Lily seemed to hit my ears, and it seemed to re-erect into my heart to drive away the negative emotions that spread and grow all over Asakawa Xia's body.

Just like when the two first became friends:

In the gossip and gossip of the whole school, the whole grade, and the whole class;Still holding his palm calmly, smiling to himself: "Student Asakawa, would you like to exchange contact information with me?"

"Mother Lily."

Asakawa Xia rolled over slightly and buried her whole body in the soft fabric. She picked up a corner warmed by the sun and said in a muffled voice: "Actually, I don't even want to have a white lie, but ah..."

"It's called "sadness" and bad emotions are too contagious. I don't want to see you sad. Crying alone is better than two people crying. "

——You are too gentle.

As a result, no matter what nonsensical words I say, I will believe it without hesitation and say to me: Asakawa, please drink strawberry milk.

"Mother Lily, you are the fool."

The idiot who always trusted unconditionally and stood behind me.

Jinjing General Hospital.

Seiichi Yukimura, who was receiving medication, stopped reading his poems. He glanced sideways at his left hand, which had been numb and cold due to the erosion of the medicine, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the empty seat beside him. When he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Suddenly stunned.

Who do I want to call?

Genichiro and the others?still……

The doubts in my heart gradually converged into crackling raindrops. Yukimura Seiichi, who just remembered a little bit, saw an extra figure in the vacant seat in front of him.

"Mr. Yukimura." Morita added a little apology in his tone, "I'm sorry, I came in without your consent."

So it's Dr. Morita...?

Yukimura Seiichi calmly suppressed the doubts in his heart, he withdrew his wandering gaze, and said calmly: "It's okay, may I ask Dr. Morita what's the matter?"

Morita opened the small notepad he carried with him, took off the ballpoint pen that was tightly clamping the cover page, and took up the topic he was thinking before knocking on the door: "Listen to the report from the nurse on duty, Mr. Yukimura's poor sleep quality recently, is it because of the side effects of the medicine? Or are you feeling unwell?"

"Not for that reason."

Yukimura Seiichi lightly rubbed the "French Poems" placed on the table, and after a little thought, he frankly stated his recent absurd perception: "When I fall asleep every night, I often feel that I have lost important existence."

"The books at hand, the flowers in front of the window..."

He cited examples one by one, turned all the doubts in his heart into substantive words, and poured them out to his attending doctor: "They seem to be unimportant and they seem to be very important."

"Of course it's important..." It was from your girlfriend.

Morita's remaining words with value and clues were quickly pulled away by the invisible hand, and the words around his mouth were naturally organized into coherent and topic-appropriate sentences: "Of course it's important, this is sent by your alumni from the same school to visit you, They hope Mr. Yukimura gets well."

Yukimura Seiichi's expression remained the same, neither admitting nor denying, maintaining an ambiguous attitude in silence.

The answer given by Dr. Morita is reasonable, but why...?

He asked himself: I would feel otherwise.

Their importance is not only that, not only that.

"Let's get down to business." Morita pulled back the slightly off topic, and once again explained to Yukimura Seiichi the preparations before the surgery and the inspections and arrangements for the next few days.

"Mr. Yukimura, in order to accurately and clearly understand your physical condition..."

While explaining patiently and carefully, Dr. Morita did not forget to observe the changes in the expression of the young man in front of him. He spoke very slowly and broke apart all aspects to speak clearly. During the conversation, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yukimura Seiichi's left hand administering the IV from the corner of his eye. .

before……

He continued to speak without changing his face, and the turbulent waves in his heart disappeared before it swept away, completely erasing the memory of "Natsu Asakawa", and replacing it with the vague and appropriate "Visiting the alumni of Yukimura Seichi".

The short conversation ended quickly, and Morita, who got the information he wanted, pushed the door and left when he remembered talking about tennis with this frail boy.

"The important existence that Mr. Yukimura lost along with his health is tennis."

Morita regretted the sentence, as if eager to convince himself, he came to a conclusion.

Meanwhile the magic shop on the other side.

On April [-]st, who was observing the progress of the matter, he was lazily blowing away the smoke. On the short table beside him was a booklet with yellowed paper and thread. That book, which no one had traced, automatically and quickly recorded the buried memories without wind. .

"April [-]st."

"April [-]st."

Mokona, who was observing and kept silent for a long time, started to jump around again. It waved its short arms and legs, "Lunch! It's lunch time!"

"Ok, I know."

It was rare to respond on April [-]st. He reached out to light the diffuser and walked towards the kitchen, muttering to himself: "Even if the bondage of human beings is temporarily erased, it will continue in another way."

As for how long?

Da Da's footsteps swallowed the words that disappeared on April [-]st because of the distance, and he pushed his half-sliding glasses and completely ignored the noisy mokona who wanted to eat fried mountain vegetables.

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Lihai University Campus Forum.

The campus forum, which has been silent for a long time, has inexplicably added more than a dozen popular red posts this weekend. It is like a magic joke, and it is obviously a bad joke. I have seen countless sand sculpture clubs die, but they were successfully squeezed out on the weekend. Popular posts:

"What is the name of the CP of Son of God and Junior Asakawa?"

"People who know the inside story, when will they come out and reveal the sugar!"

"My child, stop saying that Asakawa-senpai is not a good match for the Son of God!"

……

All the posts related to "Natsu Asakawa and Seiichi Yukimura" silently entered the place where the ashes piled up in the brains of the whole school.

Even if they wondered, "Why can I still post a post that I have read thousands of times?" Such emotions only existed for a few seconds, and they disappeared completely in the fingertips of their swiping screens.

And the transfer student Asakawa Xia, who pursued passionately, shone brightly and finally won the Son of God, also became a blurred trace from this moment on, and became what they said:

"Do you still remember that there was someone who enthusiastically pursued Yukimura-senpai before?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes. But there is a high probability that I didn't catch it, otherwise how could I not have an impression."

"Could it be that the two fell in love and broke up again?"

The seemingly abrupt guess instantly made everyone laugh, and they laughed tacitly: "Who do you look down on?"

"Senior Yukimura is not you, how could he be secretly in love."

"Besides, the Son of God loves tennis the most. It is impossible for him to fall in love."

yes……

Everyone agreed that the gods love all living beings, how could they allow their tenderness to be privately owned by ordinary people.

on Monday.

The bell announcing the start of the lunch break ended the boring Chinese class, and Noko Lily put out her oversized three-layer bento box with great grief.

I was busy remembering what I forgot on the weekend, and I didn't have time to tell my mother: Asakawa is traveling with her parents this week, so there is no need to prepare for her.

"Ugh…"

Noko Lily sighed, "I hope Shimizu won't bring strawberries and snacks for three people, otherwise..."

I'm afraid there will be leftovers.

It's shameful to waste food!

Amanoji Kiyomizu, who came late with strawberries for three people, looked at the three-layer bento box spread out on the table, and sighed in his heart: "Lily can make such a small mistake" and felt a little lucky:

It’s good to listen to my mother’s words, share strawberries with friends first, and taste the sweets that can be stored for a few days together tomorrow.

"lily."

After putting away the strawberries, Amanoji Shimizu turned to Asakawa Xia’s seat and sat down. She opened the box slowly and half-seriously and half-teasingly: “Excuse me, Lily, how should we finish the three-person lunch prepared by Mrs. Noko?”

Yezi Lily asked in a polite manner: "May I ask Shimizu, what should I do with the washed strawberries shared by three people?"

The two fellow sufferers sighed in unison.Who would have expected that two people with good memories would be foolish and forget the same thing one after another.

Obviously, this kind of stupid behavior is only pursued by Asakawa-san...

Eh - pursuit?Who is Asakawa pursuing?

Many questions emerged one after another, but my mind was blank without any useful information.

Yeko Lily and Amanoji Kiyomizu looked at each other in astonishment, and asked silently:

"You too?!"

"You too?!"

They nodded tacitly, and when they were about to continue exchanging ideas about the weekend, the questions floating in their minds disappeared again, leaving only empty and impersonal questions: how to deal with the food in front of them.

For the food shared by three people, as for being so shocked?

The two swallowed the surprise on their lips, and honestly moved their chopsticks to enjoy their lunch. They looked calm on the surface as if nothing had happened, but the remaining emotions and the cold sweat seeping down their backs silently showed something.

Am I forgotten, or lost?

Through the canopy of evergreen trees, some shadowy sunlight trickles from the rear window, and it spreads around, but bypasses Asakawa Xia's desk, and runs to the farther front desk to give warmth.

"Lily." Amanoji Shimizu, who was biting the rice ball, swallowed the rice in his mouth, "Is Asakawa-san's seat not exposed to the sun?"

"I remember that she doesn't like the scorching sun in summer. How did she choose this seat?"

"She would be woken up by the sun every day during her afternoon nap." Noko Lily unscrewed the lid of the thermos pot containing miso soup and poured the soup into the soup container: "Teacher Nishimura also said to adjust her seat to prevent her from being distracted in chemistry class." , she did not agree."

White smoke blurred Yezi Lily's face. She took a paper towel to wipe the spilled soup on the table, and replied with a smile: "Why do you like to bask in the sun, and 21 is my lucky number. With that serious nonsense appearance, I really thought that Nishimura The teacher doesn't know the other..."

The voice came to an abrupt end here, and the few drops of liquid left in the thermos ticked, ticked... spattered and dripped in circles.

The smile on Noko Lily's face froze completely, and she almost blurted out: The other 21 is Yukimura-senpai, and together with the unnatural expression on her cheeks, they all regressed back to the point where they started talking with a smile.

"Why do you like basking in the sun, suffer from blackboard close-range phobia, and get red rashes when you get close to it." Noko Lily continued to laugh and complain without knowing it, and Amanoji Shimizu, who was sitting next to him and should have noticed something wrong, was also full of face : "I remembered".

"If her chemistry scores were not much lower than in other subjects, Mr. Nishimura probably wouldn't hate iron for failing to make steel keep asking her to answer questions."

"Yes." Amanoji Kiyomizu echoed: "Student Asakawa's chemistry results are simply declaring: Teacher Nishimura! I have a problem with you! I hate chemistry!"

"It's no wonder Teacher Nishimura often talks to her."

"So, she's an idiot."

……

The conversation between the two was submerged in the short lunch break, and they had long forgotten the fear and unnatural reactions covered in cold sweat.

Everything in front of me is so reasonable, it would be even better if I didn't bump into it occasionally, and confide from time to time: Have I forgotten something.

But ah...

"Over the long years, forgetting has been so common."

They "stand alone" to soothe the panicked mood.

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The author has something to say:

When it's cold, I don't want to code.

In the extra episode, write about how Yukimura is chasing Xiaoxia

I really want to see how good Yukimura-san is when he takes the initiative

感谢在2021-12-2818:08:16~2021-12-3118:39:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!