I paid too much for the manga highlights

200.

Chiyoya Toru did not shed tears.

When celebrating his birthday in the hospital before, this guy shrank into the quilt and quietly dropped a few drops, and wiped it off awkwardly, only the bright and watery eyes betrayed him.

That should be considered an accident caused by the right atmosphere plus the injury and fragility, but except for his birthday, several people have never seen him with such violent mood swings.

Even in the face of bombs and sniping, facing vicious criminals, Chiyoya Toru is often the calmest one when talking about the long-lost sister. He even has the strength to smile and comfort others. He is a super gentle optimist fool.

But now...

The black-haired young man's sobbing suppressed in his throat was so suffocating, his intermittent coughing was accompanied by a low growl, and his thin back trembled unceasingly with the ferocious emotion, which was obviously the result of a complete rupture after the emotion was stretched to the extreme.

He broke down.

So... what to do now?

The five of them looked at each other, not even daring to breathe hard for a while, for fear of irritating the young man again.

They don't know the reason, and even the explanation in language seems so weak.

What the hell happened this month?

And obviously, Toru Chiyoya, who showed such a strong emotional expression, also overturned the conclusion that Mo Fu Jingguang made in the afternoon.

He obviously can feel emotions, but he is so slow to react because of other reasons.

Their actions in the afternoon undoubtedly hurt this companion who had just returned and fell into a trough.

At that time, Chiyoya Toru didn't say anything, even watched them leave thoughtfully, walked back to the dormitory alone, and fell asleep.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed slightly, he didn't say anything, but squatted down, stroking Chiyoya Toru's back again and again at his side, trying to calm his emotions, and prevent him from crying himself to suffocation .

After the Nagano massacre, finding his elder brother in the closet comforted him in the same way when he was in despair.

Several other people squatted down cautiously according to the gourd painting, and also clumsily surrounded the chairs, trying to comfort them.

The small space can't accommodate so many people, everyone is close to each other, covering the gap tightly, completely ignoring the dust rubbed on the ground by their own pants.

After the autumn rain a few days ago, the weather has turned cooler, and the leaves blown by the cool wind rustled on the wall of the dormitory building, and it seemed that the rhythm could be heard by listening carefully.

"Sorry... it was our fault in the first place."

"Don't cry, don't cry, pain flies away!"

"What kind of child are you fooling? Toru, just smile, we can talk slowly if there is something on your mind..."

"Everyone is here, there is nothing that cannot be solved, isn't it?"

But the room was not cold. The lights on above the head and the clumsy comforting voices of the young people penetrated into the blood through the cold skin, directly diluting the phantom pain caused by the spread of the cold medicine.

"……sorry."

The hoarse voice was not obvious in the casual comfort of a few people, but the others were silenced all of a sudden, and they all fell silent.

"sorry."

Kenji Hagiwara was the first to say something, and he blinked, trying to hide his emotion.

The others didn't know what others thought, and sincerely apologized for their poor excuses in the afternoon. If Onizuka Hachizo saw it, they would probably feel that this is a rare miracle.

Getting the unruly youths to sincerely apologize is harder than reaching heaven.

But in Chiyoya Toru's ears, the apologies didn't seem to belong to him.

What happened in the afternoon, even though he tried his best, he couldn't recall it. He could only feel the cold glass blocking the exit of his memory. Even though he was hit with scars all over his body, he couldn't break through the shackles.

What is...

There seemed to be a chuckle in his ear, and the bystander watched this scene condescendingly, watching him struggling involuntarily and unwillingly.

The black-haired young man closed his eyes slightly, calming down the bursts of pain caused by his emotional fluctuations.

The gunshot wound on his shoulder was not healed, the current seemed to be numb and still running around in his body, his lungs throbbed, as if the familiar bloody smell had overflowed his lips, and there seemed to be other wounds under his arm, but these were not produced while he was conscious.

After all, he is still alive, the organization still exists, and the five bastards who don't know anything... can't die.

Chiyoya Toru's bottom line has been broken, but these fiery hands firmly glued his consciousness back, telling him that he still cannot give up struggling.

"I'm fine," he said calmly.

They followed the young man's movements and let go, watching him stretch out his hand to cover his eyes, using the bandage on his wrist as a tissue, and quickly wiped off the water marks on his face.

The corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red, and his lips were tightly pursed, like a child who had been bullied and had nowhere to complain.

Those black eyes flashed emotions they couldn't understand under the light, but they still shone brightly.

The hearts of the five people settled down at once.

"Scared me." Matsuda Zhenping muttered, sat back casually, and rubbed his curly hair, "I'm really afraid that you won't be able to breathe from crying, and then we will have to take turns to give artificial respiration .”

"Five people take turns to perform artificial respiration?" Jiang Gu Ling raised his eyebrows, "Have you passed the first aid class?"

"That's not necessary." Chiyoya Toru twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to joke, "You probably didn't brush your teeth after eating."

"You can't say that, I'm absolutely breathless, okay?" Kenji Hagiwara gritted his teeth and shook the mouthwash he carried with him.

This guy has always paid attention to his appearance in front of girls, so naturally he will not miss this detail.

Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up the disposable chopsticks on the ground, and sighed: "What should we do now, eat hand-picked rice?"

Date Fairy said: "I'll go get it, I have extra chopsticks in my room."

The black-haired young man shook his head and grabbed his sleeve in a daze: "I'm not hungry."

He's just...tired.

In the past, I tried my best to survive, to find Zaozhi, and to live a good life, but in this short month, it all came to naught.

Zaozhi is still alive, which is very bad; he is also alive, but it is better to die.

If he finds out that this is the ending, Chiyoya Toru will definitely try his best to point the gun at himself.

How to remind these guys to stay away from him?

After all, with his inexplicable sobriety and the abnormal numbness in his body, Chiyoya Toru is sure that he will not be so safe and sound.

If I hurt them when I have no memory, or if I expose my companions to that organization...

Chiyoya Toru instantly turned pale again.

Itahang was still being held by the sleeve by the young man, and he felt that the hand was getting tighter and tighter, and he even trembled involuntarily. He subconsciously put his warm and generous palm on it, trying to give some insignificant sense of security.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Zhu Fu Jingguang said forcefully, "You can go to the infirmary with us now!"

"Why don't you stay in the hospital for a little longer before coming out? Anyway, your grades are just enough to catch up with the final assessment?" Itahang frowned, "We don't feel at ease if you do this."

"Don't go to the infirmary." Chiyoya Toru forced a smile and pulled his hand back, "It's just a bit of a headache, maybe it's because of the concussion that caused me to be unable to remember many things... What happened to me this afternoon?"

He asked a little curiously: "I always feel that I seem to have done something terrible this afternoon, which scared you."

"It's not scaring—" Matsuda Jinhei curled his lips, "The old wizard made it difficult for you to answer the questions in class, and you just didn't save him face by answering them all. The few of them were too surprised."

The eyes of Zhu Fu Jingguang and Hagiwara Kenji drifted for a moment.

"By the way, don't your eyes feel uncomfortable now? Do you want some eye drops after crying?" Jiang Gu Ling said, "Don't rub your eyes with your fingers next time."

"My eyes hurt...?"

Matsuda Jinpei let out a "tsk", sat on the ground and looked up at him: "I have to say that you are still used to not wearing glasses, you always feel weird wearing them."

The glasses with heavy metal frames had been placed by the bed since he was awake.

Chiyoya Toru smiled slightly: "Actually, it's not hard, I won't..."

I don't wear glasses anymore.

He failed to say these words again, and the control of his body was taken away for a moment, making him shut up.

"I won't wear it when my eyes get better." He heard himself say.

For a moment, the world seemed to be shattered, and the scene that had finally become vivid was now like a poor-quality oil painting, full of colors occupying his eyes, but he could not feel the slightest warmth belonging to him.

Like falling into an ice cave is not enough to describe the feelings of young people at this moment.

Kenji Hagiwara let out a "huh" and looked around: "So where did you put it? Now put it on first."

"It's okay." He said it himself again.

The uncontrollable feeling seemed to be just his illusion, Chiyoya Toru raised his hand in a daze, and stretched it.

It seems that I just can't say it, other...

How could he pass on the information without "his" knowledge?

Kenji Hagiwara quickly found the glasses on the bed, picked them up and weighed them, and said curiously, "What kind of material are they made of? Why do they feel so heavy?"

"Toru, your eyes are cramping? What about the eye drops?"

Tried to transmit signal docking, failed.

Chiyoya Toru held his glasses indifferently, and put them on with some resistance.

The world brought by the flat mirror has not changed much, and there are other uses at first glance.

"If you have nothing to do, let's all go back and rest." He sighed, "Looking at you, if you don't take a shower, the bathroom will be closed."

"Are you okay?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows, "So why are you so excited all of a sudden? Did you think of something?"

"That man..." Jiang Guling pondered, still hinting a little, "He doesn't look like a person, but he acted in a premeditated and organized manner. Do you have any clues?"

"No!" Chiyoya Toru was suddenly agitated, his voice raised and then lowered, a little nana authentic, "It's just that I haven't come back for a long time, I don't know why, but I miss it..."

Without waiting for a few people to speak, he immediately showed his usual smile, got up and pushed them away, and said unquestionably: "I'm really fine, I promised you that I would never hide it, didn't I?"

"Go take a shower now, the smell of sweat stinks up my room!"

The five people were usually said to be strong and stubborn like cows, but now they were like five little chickens under Chiyoya Toru's hands, and they were pushed out of the door in two or three strokes.

With a sound of "bang!", the iron door closed directly, and a small slime ball was thrown out.

Kenji Hagiwara caught the ball, and on the blue slime ball was a Q version of the grimace expression, which looked a bit wicked.

He squeezed subconsciously——

"Puff, cough, cough! This is the smell of toilet water!" Matsuda Jinpei rushed to the side with a horrified expression, "Hagi, you idiot, why don't you have a long memory!"

"Toru is too vengeful." Hagiwara Kenji pinched his nose and said in a low voice, "It's all right now, I can't do without taking a bath."

Several other people watched this scene dumbfounded.

"Being angry from embarrassment." Jiang Guling whispered firmly, "I'm afraid that guy feels that he has lost face."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...As for?"

Yi Dahang was thoughtful: "Hands and feet are so cold, is it due to deficiency of Qi and blood? I don't know if there will be pork liver noodles in the cafeteria tomorrow..."

"The monitor's children will be very happy in the future." Jiang Guling said narrowly, "I'm so worried."

Yi Dahang coughed lightly: "Isn't it right to care about your companions—I shouldn't have told you about Natalie!"

Although Chiyotani vented his emotions without thinking, and there are still a lot of questions that have not been asked, the few people did find the familiarity of their companions from him.

In addition, everyone has returned, and there will be a long time to come, so there is really no need to be stuck here in the middle of the night.

The five chatted casually for a few words, then turned and left.

Although Kenji Hagiwara choked on the toilet water, he didn't throw away the slime ball, but threw it up and down, having a great time.

And where they couldn't see, the black-haired young man leaned against the door, and slumped on the ground weakly. He took off his glasses vigorously and threw them aside, his eyes filled with dead silence.

But soon, he stood up again, picked up his glasses, put them on the bridge of his nose, and showed a gentle smile that belonged to Chiyotani Toru.

Then, he walked to the bed, tore off a layer of film from the corner close to the wall, and took out the phone.

The brand-new mobile phone still had a full battery after it was turned on, but soon hundreds of emails and calls popped up jingling, and the red dot of 99 confirmed how urgent the person looking for him was.

Chiyoya Toru thought about it, and still clicked the call back.

"Hello."

"I @##@! Granny, are you only answering the phone now?" An extremely intense greeting came from the opposite side, and Canadian Whiskey said aggrievedly, "Where is your mission? Where is your USB drive? Where did you hand it over? !"

"I am very busy."

"You're so busy just pressing the confirm button?" Canadian Whiskey sneezed and said in a broken voice, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you outside!"

"forgotten."

Thinking that he should maintain the image he will show in front of the police academy students tomorrow, Chiyoya Toru frowned and asked seriously, "So do you still need my help now?"

"Quickly confirm it!" Canadian Whiskey roared, "I want to sleep now!"

"So where are you?"

Canadian Whiskey: "..." Feeding mosquitoes in a park.

Is he going to talk about the fact that his cat was detained because of lack of money, and he was kicked out of the hotel because he was penniless?

Chiyoya Toru actually also wanted to know why some members of the organization's code name got mixed up in this situation, and even obeyed the law and did not rob or steal.

He said slowly: "If you don't mind, I can take you in for one night without paying."

"Where are you?" The other party asked suspiciously.

If you follow the characteristics of telling the truth...

Chiyoya Toru honestly reported the address of the Police Academy of the Metropolitan Police Department.

No sound, no sound, his call with Canadian Whiskey just hung up.

Calling again, the blacked-out blind voice came.

Chiyoya held the phone by her side, a hint of puzzlement flashed in her eyes.

What he's trying to say is that Canadian whiskey can go to his apartment for a night's rest, but the kind of question he's asking...should be answered directly, right?

Sure enough, it was the other party's problem.

Unable to figure out what the madness of Canadian whiskey was, the black-haired young man sighed slightly, turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

In the narrow cubicle, he took off his glasses and put them aside, looking at himself in the mirror.

The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the smile is gentle and polite, but the indifferent eyes look very gloomy under the light, unable to see through the light.

His fingers slid down his face, and finally landed on his heart, with a rare hint of doubt in his tone.

"why cry?"