[Mainnet King] God of Death

The little bird was talking about me, until Marui, who was drinking water next to him, interjected: "Actually, it's not necessarily because of Yamazaki, although I also think it should be because of her... Well, anyway! Don't think too much, Be careful to be heard by the Minister!" So I knew that this must be the result of the hype of the first Nioh who called so.

"Third, the two of us... Speaking of which, I don't seem to have the obligation to answer your question." =-=

"..."

Seeing that the ⊙A⊙fox face in front of me was about to change to QAQ in the next second, in order not to be disgusted by this scene, I immediately explained our state and expressed it as quickly as I could. One's own position has killed this trend in the cradle.

After listening to my words, Nioh touched his chin with one hand and seemed to be thinking about this issue very seriously.

"Temporarily separate each other to calm down?... Xiaoniao, you don't think this means breaking up, do you?"

After being glared at by me, a certain cunning white-haired fox immediately changed his mouth, "Oh, by the way, it can't be called that, then... little stupid bird?"

I suddenly felt that I was powerless in the face of Nioh Masaharu...it must be because I spent too much energy arguing with Yukimura before!

With a self-defeating attitude of admitting defeat, I asked him helplessly: "...you don't think so? But you can't deny that there is such a possibility, right?"

"Well..." Nioh was in a good mood after winning me a game in terms of title, and even acted as my emotional consultant regardless of past suspicions, "If I said this, it probably means that we really broke up, but as a minister... ..."

meal.

Following his meal, I felt my heart lift up.

As a result... I was excited for a long time and waited for this sentence:

"Hey... the minister has a needle in his heart, it's not something us mere mortals can see through~ I can't see through~"

Take the plate, get up and prepare to leave.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong! Although it is true that I can't guess what Yukimura is thinking, it is an indisputable fact that our tennis club has been living in dire straits this week! And... Yukimura is not me."

Raising eyebrows: "Then what do you want me to do? Save you from the fire and water?"

Nod sharply.

"What should I do? Text him and tell him I had lunch with you and beg him not to make it hard for you?"

"...You are trying to kill me."

"Then what should I do?"

"This..." Asking me knowingly, even if King Ni was in trouble for a while, "Just say that you have calmed down, can't it be fine?"

After seeing my expression that clearly said "Things are not that simple...I didn't calm down and think well!", Student Niwang immediately changed his mind and said: "Or... send a blank text message or even just a phone ring You can just hang up, as long as you let the minister know that you are still living in his world!"

"I said... Did you describe your minister as too horny..." I was still seriously thinking about Nioh's proposal, but I couldn't help but chuckled softly after hearing the second half of the sentence.

"It's actually not hunger...it's autocracy, it's possessiveness!" Looking at me with a "you know" look, Nio shook the braids on the back of his head and patted me on the shoulder , "In fact, we are all victims..."

Thinking of the rumors that "Yukimura Seiichi actually treats the entire tennis club as lovers" has always been in the market, I instantly understood why Nioh's expression was so...sad when he patted my shoulder.

"I see, I'll think about it."

At noon that day, I finally only gave Nioh such an ambiguous sentence as an answer.

Did not say to go or not to go.

However, in fact, I secretly made a decision early in my heart.

In fact, the real reason why I don't want to sit and eat with Yukimura face to face is that I feel very awkward when I think that I am being watched by him, my cheeks are hot and my limbs are numb, and the hand holding the tableware will be so stiff that I can't even eat. The point of deliciousness.

The reason why I waved Nioh's hand away when he got too close just now is because I became unaccustomed to being so close to the opposite sex other than him.

And when Nioh was guessing what he was thinking... only I knew how fast my heart was beating, and how much I longed for him to give the answer "won't break up".

……

Although I kept many things from him, at least I still have one chance to explain to him, and I don't want to give up this chance just like that.

So, I'm going to wait another three days.

Monday, wait until next Monday, if there is still no movement on his side by then...

that--

It's up to me to break the deadlock between the two of us.

The author has something to say: I will go. . .Writing about the interaction between the two of them, I suddenly want to climb the wall, how can this be broken! ! !

I find that every time I write an article... I feel that it is more interesting to interact with people other than the male protagonist =-= this is a cure...

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Ching Ming is a holiday, happy Ching Ming Festival, Mushroom fans~【What's wrong. . . .

☆, what cannot be changed is called fate

Maybe it's because I did too many evils in the early years and Lord Lingwang really doesn't want to see me. Unknowingly, my plan of "wait until Monday to have an all-night talk with Yukimura Seiichi" has been postponed for a week.

At first, I was woken up late on Sunday night by the sound of vomiting from the toilet. I rushed over without slippers. What I saw was the scene of my mother holding the toilet and throwing up exhaustedly. I followed her back While reaching out to her forehead, touching it was accompanied by a high fever.As the only person in the family who can take care of her, and as a counterfeit who pretends to be her daughter, in order not to be condemned by my conscience, I think I have the obligation and responsibility to accompany her to the hospital, let alone... family members like this It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the name and identity of , and I really miss it a bit.So, naturally, I was absent from work on the planned Monday.

Although the subsequent development was no longer as sudden and unexpected as the case of my mother's illness, the frequency and intensity of it really gave me a headache.On Wednesday, my mother would not allow me to stay with her in the hospital any longer, saying that it was just acute gastroenteritis and I was much better after going to the emergency room, and then she rushed me to school with an almost rushing attitude.As a result, when I first arrived at school, I faced this month's mock exam, which was called a dark place... After the exam, there were mourners everywhere, and the people were devastated. I fell unconscious because of several days of sleepless nights and smashed my head on the table.Afterwards, I remembered what happened to Yukimura, but found that it was past school time—there were no club activities on exam day, so I couldn't find Yukimura either.As soon as I got home, I was dragged out of the house by a false alarm as soon as I dropped my schoolbag.Thursday... Do you think I'll survive to get to school after all these days of Les Miserables bombardment?Although there is no such thing as sickness in the prosthetic bone, if the thing contained in the prosthetic bone falls ill, the physical condition displayed by the prosthetic bone will definitely be worse than the spirit body...

At home on leave, I lay on the sofa and stared weakly at the exaggerated 40 degrees Celsius on the thermometer to comfort myself—well, so it was just an exaggeration.

Then, he turned his gaze to the screen of his mobile phone with a helpless face reflected in his right hand: I just received a distress message from King Ni, asking me why I haven't acted yet.Although the tone revealed in the text gave me the feeling that it was a bit close to questioning, the subsequent kaomoji also truly reflected the urgency of their needs, in other words-how ghostly Yukimura is recently.

Well, I'm actually a little curious about Yukimura who has transformed into a ghost.

Let me imagine the ghost-like Yukimura Seichi...

I made up a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for him to wear, and even when he was sick, his mood could turn from cloudy to sunny in an instant.

I laughed out loud at the picture in my head, and my legs resting on the armrests of the sofa excitedly slapped the sofa fabric up and down, but the only thing that could be heard in the air was the muffled sound of the fabric being struck—every day. It has been an unbreakable law for me since a long time ago to be dumb every time I catch a cold.

After laughing, my mood returned to calm.Glancing at the text message again, I suddenly felt a bit wronged and bored.

Why should you place your hopes on me?I also have a lot of my own things and work.And I didn't clearly agree, so why ask me like this!If you really think he's gone too far, go protest to him in person, can he really kill you? !

For a moment, in the small theater in my mind, I labeled Nioh's forehead as "selfish".

In the next second, I was torn off by me again—Nioh and the others...are they really just selfish and capricious brats, or are they creating opportunities for us out of fear?

Feeling irritable, he didn't reply, but directly pressed the shutdown button.

Indeed, in this state, I can still text Yukimura to save the tennis club from the clutches, but there are some words that cannot be explained without face-to-face conversation, and I dare to take all my mother's beauty cucumbers in the refrigerator Bet - I sent a text message, and the answer was definitely a phone call!At that time, do you want me to gesture to the phone?Or let Yukimura guess charades?

I stayed up until Friday in a daze, and I wanted to continue to spend the weekend in a daze, but a phone notification from Urahara that "the research results have come out" came down. It's been a weekend.

He said that no hands or feet have been touched on this sword, and there is no sword soul inside, but the strange thing is that in some cases, this Zanpakuto with an empty shell can still respond to the master's spiritual power.

As for the ability of this Zanpakuto...

"Because there is no soul of the sword in it, I can't be sure now, but it is definitely not the change you mentioned." Saying this, Urahara looked very serious rarely.

"Why?" I frowned.Although I don't think it has any changed function, at least that's what I've been hearing.

"Guess." As he spoke, the man in the green blouse shrugged his shoulders, and his serious face just now was replaced by foolishness and irresponsibility in an instant.

"..." I really... have nothing to say to him.

A little abruptly, he changed the subject and asked me, "Does this knife have a name?"

"..."Because it's a long time ago, I need to think about it, and...in fact, I used to be able to talk to him without calling him by name, so I really can't remember, "I was told once, and then, by I forgot."

"..." This time it was the other party who was speechless.

Before leaving, Urahara Kisuke suddenly remembered something and slapped his head: "Ah, yes, I wanted to talk about it when I called two days ago. Ms. Yamazaki, are you sick?" When he was about to land, he wondered when this profiteer would learn to care about people, so he continued, "The voice is good~very magnetic~"

Immediately, I just wanted to take out a cucumber and hit him directly in the face... No, it was stuffed in his mouth!

So, after going through such a chaotic week, my heart-to-heart talk plan had to be postponed to the Monday when I returned from Karakura.

Early in the morning, I went to Yukimura's house.I originally planned to go to school with him, but I waited for a long time and still didn't see him go out. It just so happened that I didn't bring my mobile phone.In order not to be late, I had to rush to school alone.Along the way, I was surprised to find that many students had already put on their winter school uniforms.Compared to their scarves and thick coats, I, in shirts and skirts, seem to have stepped from another season—has the temperature dropped that much this week?Or is it that Yiku has already played the role of a padded jacket for me?I doubt it.

After finally surviving school time, I picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom first, full of thoughts that I must succeed in blocking Yukimura Seichi this time.

Before, I was hiding from him on purpose, last week there were frequent accidents, but today... I didn't see Yukimura all day, I don't want or believe that he was hiding from me on purpose.So I decided to-

As soon as school was over, I ran to wait for him on the only way he had to go home.He is going to participate in the tennis club activities, and he will definitely arrive later than me, so this time I will definitely, I will definitely be able to...block him!

This time, I was firm for the first time in holding this idea.

I thought that as long as I was sincere enough and worked hard enough, I would be able to achieve my wish and complete my plan. However...the reality that was staged before my eyes gave me a slap in the face, and gave me a realistic look. class.

At that moment, I really felt that I couldn't hear anything, my brain was blank, and my face was hot-I don't know if it was because of pain or shame.

How could I forget, how could I forget...

I question myself over and over again.

However, I still forgot after all, and I forgot that there is still a particularly cheating thing in this world.

Whenever you think that you are only one step away from the finish line, whenever you think this time will be the long-awaited success, whenever you try to believe that man will win... then, that cheating thing will appear above your head, with both hands Akimbo laughing arrogantly, and then lightly kick... effortlessly kicked you back to the place where you were already exhausted.

So you can only lie in the mud and look desperately into the distance.You see him where you were still there a second ago, standing proudly against the wind—his proud posture ruthlessly proclaims, and at the same time, he seems to wantonly despise and laugh at your powerlessness and your incompetence.Then, you finally wake up - it turns out that you are so small in front of him.

It turns out that no matter how much effort, determination and belief, in the face of the cheating "fate" -

TM is nothing.

It's not that I didn't miss him that Monday, but... I wish I didn't wait for him that day.

Although, if that is really fate, my escape is at best a kind of self-deception.

That afternoon, I stood at a familiar intersection and never looked away from the direction he might come.

Whether I waited for three 10 minutes, four 10 minutes or five 10 minutes, I don't know if I didn't bring a watch or a mobile phone.

I only know that when the sky was about to darken, I finally waited for him.

From a distance, I saw him, talking to the person next to him, smiling all over his face.Like the other students I saw this morning, he also changed into winter clothes and put on a scarf.That plaid-style scarf is obviously part of the school uniform, and everyone should be the same, but when it was wrapped around his neck...

Extraordinarily beautiful.

Incredibly better looking than any scarf I've ever seen, it's... weird.

Walking with other members of the tennis club, he looks particularly charismatic, his smile is shallow but bright, and his slender figure does not hinder his courage.Just looking at it from a distance, I am already crazy.I have never been able to resist the appearance of beautiful men, especially Yukimura Seiichi's.

Not daring to disturb their conversation, let alone interrupt him who was smiling, I stood quietly waiting for his discovery.I guessed the expression he would show the moment he saw me, imagined him running towards me, no, it’s better to walk quickly... I imagined all the possibilities, but I couldn’t guess the reality—— Maybe it's really because life is more exaggerated, abstract and incredible than art.

Afterwards, I can't help but regret why I didn't run to meet him, why didn't I wave to him to get his attention, why didn't I call him to let him find me, why... I always waited for him passively He reached out to me, but never thought that he would take a step forward.

I saw the boy's scarf, saw the boy's smile, and saw the boy's figure.

Then, I saw that slender boy suddenly froze his smile and fell slowly to the ground.

The wind picked up his scarf, but couldn't support his tight body.

——It must have hurt a lot from the fall, so suddenly.

But he didn't yell or cry, and he still had that gentle and polite face with a calm and harmless appearance.

- Doesn't it hurt?Want me to pull you up?

I wanted to go over and pull him up, but not as fast as his buddies.

I saw their concerned and anxious expressions surrounding him, and I saw someone reaching out and trying to pull him up, and someone hurriedly pulling out his mobile phone to dial.I thought I should be able to hear them calling his name, but I didn't.All I hear is my own voice echoing hollowly in my chest:

"It's cold on the ground, didn't you still wear a scarf? Don't lie on the ground if you are afraid of the cold, get up quickly!"

"Yukimura, get up!" I heard my voice break into tears.

Yes, although he didn't yell or cry, and maintained his perfect image of a prince in the hearts of countless girls, he didn't stand up again either.

The ambulance came at a gallop, and the prince and his companions, who seemed to have fallen into a magical dream, hurried away.During the whole process, no one noticed me standing on the other side of the road.

It's so strange, why can't everyone see me even though I'm wearing a prosthetic skeleton?Even he is...

A little lost.

However, speaking of his peaceful face after closing his eyes, he turned out to be so pretty, which really made me...

I don't know whether it's better to be surprised or envious.

Drawing his appearance and outline in my heart, I chuckled.The laughter was stupid and empty, which attracted the eyes of several passers-by.The unrecovered voice is still hoarse, which is really not pleasant. I understand their dissatisfaction, but I don't want to stop laughing at this point.

I just want to laugh, why should I care what other people think.

Besides, why can't you laugh?

Obviously, he was so pathetic... so ridiculous.

The author has something to say: the number of words in this chapter is beyond my expectation... The plot is set to write that Yukimura falls ill, and the result is too exciting...

╮(╯_╰)╭No way, when it comes to natal and Two-dimensional first love, you have to change your mind in a second! [smile

A little explanation about the plot:

Originally, Yukimura should have fallen ill and was hospitalized in the second grade, but because he met Yamazaki in the second grade, and earlier (when the soul buried Yukimura’s sister) Yamazaki also intervened in their house, and inadvertently affected Yukimura fate (neither Yukimura nor Yamazaki knew), so the tragedy was postponed...

Yamazaki's shortcomings are also written in this chapter.Even though she has lived for many years, her black history and insecurity have made her have obvious flaws in her personality [It’s not that she has no morals! ! ! 】

Even though she tried hard, whether it was because she didn’t take that step in the end or because of the obstacles of fate, she failed to cross that hurdle (Suddenly thought of a certain year’s college entrance examination composition, how to break ==)

PS Regarding the TMs that appear in this chapter, good boys can be understood as-they.

Good night~

☆, the sixth sense is not terrible

Watching the ambulance drift away and finally disappear into a dot, I didn't know what to do for a moment.Obviously, it should be clearest that there is a young man in that ambulance that I have devoted all my love to, but at this moment, besides standing where I am, I can't find a second feasible plan that can be implemented until a figure blocks him. in front of me:

"That... are you okay?" A child's face and a matching immature voice.A pair of big watery eyes was secretly looking at me with anxiety and worry. I probably didn't know this kid, but I found his big eyes very familiar unexpectedly.

I rubbed my eyes and wiped away the liquid that was almost too much to hold in my eye sockets. I sniffed my nose and shook my head, forcing a smile: "Thank you, it's okay."

I thought that after listening to my words, I should be greeted by a ruddy smiling face, or a handkerchief with a unique frankincense fragrance for children, but in the end, my fresh smile was exchanged for a sentence: :

"If you don't bother me, can you try our new cranberry cake...?"

It is conceivable that at that moment, I really did have the heart to kill him.

But in the end I kept my conscience bottom line and didn't do that.At most, she just answered him with a dark face: "I'm not free." It just scared him a bit.

But after this farce, my brain became much clearer, and my first reaction was to turn around and run home to get my phone.On the way home, I also remembered the reason why I saw the little boy familiar - not because of his smile, but mainly because of the logo on the hat on his head: if I remember correctly That should be the trademark of a cake shop I passed by on the way home from school when I first got into Yamazaki Shirato's body.At that time, because I was not very familiar with everything in this world, I was naturally very interested in everything.

When I saw the small cakes displayed in the window for the first time, I was so excited that I almost lay down on it. Maybe it was interesting to see, or maybe it was because I was afraid that I would hinder their business. The old owner personally greeted me to enter the store He also invited me to eat a small cake for tasting samples.At that time, the person next to me was staring up at the sports program on TV. If I remember correctly... Maybe it was the kid who came to distribute samples to me today.Looking at this age, it should be the grandson of the owner, I guess.

The house is still empty, quiet and deserted - my mother won't be discharged from the hospital until tomorrow.

Thinking of these, like a conditioned reflex, I started to get irritable unconsciously.I ran upstairs in three steps at a time, and found my forgotten mobile phone on my desk. I desperately pressed the power button, hoping that this thing still had enough power, but after turning it on, I saw But there is only a square coordinate system...

scolded secretly.

Throwing down the phone, I turned around and looked for the charger I had lost for a long time.

I actually forgot that when I brought it to the empty seat from the very beginning, it was out of power, and it was only able to turn on because it had the reserve energy to support the Seiritei communicator!

How confused!

Moreover, it really is... the house leak happened to rain all night.

After a lot of fuss, when I finally found the phone charger and got the phone into a barely usable state—I thought my first reaction would be to call people around Yukimura—maybe Nioh or Sanada, However, the facts are always unpredictable.

At the moment I successfully turned it on, many unread messages flooded in, all from the same name...

I seem to suddenly understand why, as if destined, no matter how hard I try or make up my mind, I can't find him—I thought I took that step, I thought I was the braver pioneer of the two, I thought ...I have made an effort, but in fact...

I was still one step behind him after all.

"Didn't you go to school yesterday?"

"Come out and talk."

"Call me back if you see the text. Good night."

"Not at home? Hey, you're not avoiding me on purpose^_^"

"...Have you ever thought that I may actually know more than you think?"

"Not much to say, good night. I will wait for you at the school gate tomorrow."

In the off state, although I can only receive unread text messages, I believe there should be many calls from the same person that I also missed.

The last message was sent at 23:[-] on Sunday night.

That means, while I was waiting for him at the gate of his house this morning, he was actually waiting for me at the gate of the school, but...

We just happen to miss each other.

——What kind of fate must this be to be like us by accident...

While feeling sad, he couldn't help but complain silently while holding his forehead.

"I'm sorry..." I said softly, I didn't know who I was talking to, and I didn't know what meaning there was in saying it at this time. When I glanced at the empty flowerpot on the window sill, I naturally remembered After picking up the pot at Yukimura's house, I was conditioned to freeze for two seconds—why can't I feed him anything but myself?Is it because he gave all his vitality to the plants?

No no no!

Shaking his head vigorously, he swept away the unlucky thoughts in his mind.

I told myself that although the scene just now looked a little scary, it might just be a small problem like hypoglycemia. After all, he went to the school gate to wait for me early in the morning. Even if he didn't have breakfast, it's possible... But, but...

Still can't help worrying.

After dialing Nioh Masaharu's phone number, I got straight to the point: "How is he?"

And Nioh Masaharu on the other end of the phone is obviously not in the mood yet.

"What?" After a few seconds, I realized that I was asking Yukimura, but I pretended to be stupid on purpose, "Hey? What happened to who? Little Egret, what are you talking about?" As far as I can see through, he is pretending Silly is naturally because of his abnormally honest nickname—unless he feels guilty, in fact, he hasn't called me that for a long time since he met me.

"Don't pretend to me, I was just across the street when you called the ambulance just now."

After a while of silence, the boy on the other end of the phone suddenly jumped up: "Then why don't you rush out! Are you hiding there on purpose to play hide-and-seek with Yukimura!"

"..." Taking a deep breath, the other hand that was pinching the fabric of my trousers gradually tightened, and I heard my voice calm and steady, "I admit that it was my fault that I didn't contact him in time, but now , Listen to the voice, do you think I seem to be someone who is still in the mood to play, Nioh Masaharu."

With a slight trembling, he called out the full name of the boy on the other end of the phone.

While waiting for Nioh to answer the phone for more than ten seconds, at a certain moment, my brother seemed to have died tragically, and the sunset of the day when those teammates lay in a pool of blood and corpses were strewn across the field.

Yes, not only am I unable to feed anything but myself, it's more like... bearing a vicious curse that kills everyone close to me.

I'm terrified, really terrified, that Yukimura Seichi will repeat their mistakes.

So, after a long absence, when I treated such an ordinary human boy, I spoke with humility: "Please, tell me what's going on with him now."

It may be that my plea is so rare that it is terrifying. Nioh on the other end of the phone seemed to be taken aback. When he spoke again, even this big boy who has never been serious could not help but become serious:

"Well, Yamazaki, don't talk like that, I'm not used to you like this...and I feel like I'm going to worry about it after hearing you say that...

Anyway!Nothing serious will happen to Yukimura!The doctor's examination didn't find anything just now, maybe it's because he didn't have a good rest... Relax!It's fine! "

After that, Nioh also said a lot, the main purpose is to let me not be too negative Yukimura will be fine.

but……

I still feel very uneasy.

Having lived for such a long time, I have long known how effective my sixth sense is, especially... the good ones and the bad ones.

So I asked Nioh to assure me that they really thought Yukimura would be fine.

On the phone, the boy really assured me that he would let me see a lively Yukimura Seichi at school the next day.

however--

The next day, even though I had been waiting since early morning, I looked through the gate of the school, but I couldn’t see the familiar boy who always wears a coat with an invincible healing system on his face, but the blackness in his intestines Step into the campus with a smile.

Sure enough—the words of the fraudster are not credible.

Clenching the fist hanging by my side, I suddenly felt that Lianxin's fingertips... were a bit cold.

The author has something to say: Two days ago, JJ smoked and I couldn’t see the comments, so I didn’t reply... Now go make up! =3=

The author has reached the state of exhaustion... Please forgive me for the time to update...

As for the cake shop mentioned in this chapter, it is also useful, please don’t forget this point and it’s ok

☆, double the scourge

Just like how he couldn't find me in the past, this time the two of us reversed our roles, and I couldn't find him anyway.

Cell phones turned off, school absent, no one at home.

For a while, I completely lost contact with him. If it wasn't for the people in the tennis club, I couldn't help but suspect that everything was just a dream from the time I met Yukimura Seichi.And the only way for me to get his information is the gossip circulating in the campus.

Although it was only a few words, it was enough for me to speculate on his situation.

At first, he fainted suddenly on the way home and was sent to the hospital, but nothing was found out.

Later, someone said that they saw Yukimura's parents in the teacher's office.

After that, no one has seen the figure of that young man.

So I guess, his condition will definitely not be good, but it should not be much worse for the time being.

Yukimura is different from ordinary classmates, he can be regarded as an influential figure in the grade, so some people seem to have completely forgotten the previous rumors about my cheating, and asked me for news about him.In this regard, I usually tell the other party in an official tone with regret on my face: "Unfortunately, I don't know either."

Hearing my response, some people's faces were full of disbelief: "Hey? But aren't you Yukimura-kun's girlfriend? How could you not know..." Some people immediately changed their faces when they heard the sound: "Huh, if you don't say it, you won't Say! What a big deal!"

Although I really want to say that since it's nothing special, then don't ask me about Yukimura Seiichi, but I lost most of my ability to fight back because of her poking at the center of the matter.

Yes……

Obviously I shouldn't be ignorant of his news, and I should be closer to him than anyone else.

After all... I am his girlfriend.

But in fact, I don't know much more than others.

I don't know anything, probably because my girlfriend is not competent.

A few days later, I learned from Sanada that Yukimura was hospitalized.Mostly because I know my own crow's mouth so well, I didn't show a sporadic surprise when I heard the news—it's understandable to say that it was expected, although I didn't mean to curse him for being hospitalized.

Looking straight into Sanada's eyes, I asked with a calm face and a calm tone: "Is the hospital allowed to visit patients now? Which hospital is he in?"

I didn't ask why he didn't contact me, or whether Sanada told me this was his idea or Sanada's self-assertion, or even what disease he had.

——This kind of thing, no matter what, no matter what kind of disease he is suffering from, it is an indisputable fact that he is currently hospitalized in the hospital.

Pressing the brim of his hat, Sanada was silent.After a while, I finally got my wish and learned the name of a hospital from him.

Although I managed to get this answer with half-eyes and half-spirit pressure, but no matter what, a thank you should not be missing.

"……thanks."

His silence has actually revealed to me Yukimura's attitude, I don't know if he is clear about this.

Thinking of this, I thanked Sanada in a deep voice. I didn't want to say anything more to Sanada at first, but after thinking about his own difficulties, after hesitating, I opened my mouth again, "Sanada-kun, in fact, if he doesn't want me to If I go, then I won't go either."

"Yukimura..." Turning his face away, Sanada seemed to be unable to find the right words for a moment, he opened his mouth empty, opened and closed for a long time but finally said nothing.

"Okay, I know, I give up, I admit defeat." Recalling the last time we got together - I volleyed in front of him, knowing that this is not a good memory, I myself