Lion King

Lion&King

Author: Yinmo YINGYE

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When the world is silent, someone walks towards me with steady steps.

Although he couldn't make any sound, the man could hear me roaring.

there are sad, sad times

There is also a happy hour with enthusiasm like the scorching sun

this is life

It's a story of meeting people

Cover by Song Sinan

Content tags: Teenage Comic SD Spiritual Gods and Monsters

Search keywords: Protagonist: Mushenichi, Fujiwara Riyo┃Supporting roles: Akira Sendo, Fujima Kenji┃Others: SD, Mushenichi, soul out of body, dream, friendship, family affection

chapter0God

"Well, speaking of it... I don't think there are gods and Buddhas in the world."

"The so-called gods and Buddhas are all human psychological effects. When you want something, put your hands together and pray, and the god will send a divine revelation. It's better to explain it as 'because I want it so much, so I worked hard and finally seized the opportunity'." , let’s be more positive.”

"Put your own problems on God, that's really..."

"mom!"

In my memory, I was still in kindergarten, wearing a yellow hat, and I interrupted my mother by pulling on the sleeve at the elbow.The kind-faced missionary opposite my mother showed embarrassment or apology, his eyebrows drooped, and the corners of his mouth pulled a reluctant arc to glance at me.Mom turned to look at me, put her left hand on my neck, and scratched it with her index and middle fingers.

"What's the matter, it's itchy!" I shrugged my shoulders and twisted my neck, and my mother's voice came from above my head: "Sorry, we're not interested in religion..." She changed back to the gentle tone when she spoke to me.

On the way home, I took my mother with one hand and held up ice cream in the other and asked her, "Is there really no god in the world?"

"I don't know." Mom replied.

"Then why did you say that just now?"

"Well..." Mom stopped and looked at me in embarrassment, raising her hand with the shopping bag to scratch her face. "How should I explain it to you? Ah, ah, that is... um..."

"What the hell!" I urged.

"Well... that is to say, if there is a god, then Li Yang and I must be hated by the gods."

"Then it's better to believe that God doesn't exist. Why should people be hated by things they haven't seen! Li Yang?" I looked up and saw the obvious guilty conscience on my mother's face.

"...Yes." I lowered my head and answered in a low voice.

I was so scared and wanted to cry.

I don't want to be hated by God.

Feeling my emotional fluctuations, my mother held my hand tightly, and the setting sun elongated our shadows, moving swayingly on the sidewalk.Along the way, my mother and I didn't talk anymore.

I think it was at that time that my mother completely severed all ties with her past life.

"This year's lucky colors are—purple, cyan, brown, white..." After the New Year, my mother read the letter written by my fortune-telling master yesterday in the dining room.

"Not bad, not bad," she looked up at me who was watching the wideshow in the living room. "Li Yang's uniform is cyan, and next... well, let's use a brown pocketbook, and buy a white wallet."

"The handbook has already been bought!" I turned my head to remind her.

"Purple purple, what purple thing should I go with?"

Did you not hear at all...

Also, don’t you not believe this? People who pass out religious leaflets on the road will stare at them...

After the TV show ended, I looked at my watch. I made an appointment with Xiaohui to go out at noon, so I started to make preparations to go out.

"Ah, I almost forgot the most important thing!" When I was about to go out, my mother chased me out and called me to stop.

"Don't be red, when I told you the fortune yesterday, the master specially emphasized that red is taboo, don't buy red clothes!"

Fortune teller?

You don't believe this!

"Okay, okay..." I agreed and walked out the door.

I have a lot to focus on this year.

For example, avoid red, avoid going to places with a lot of water, and avoid going out when you are in a bad mood.

After the new year, my mother, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, conveyed the above precautions to me, and gathered 12 points of energy to collect lucky things for me.When I said "the uniforms of the school basketball team are purple, even the banners during the game are purple." My mother was very excited and sat down next to me: "Li Yang, go make some friends from the basketball club , play with them more!"

Why don't you say "Li Yang! Get a boyfriend from the basketball club!" Ah...

"Not only the basketball club, but the team uniforms of other sports clubs are all purple..."

I don't understand why my mother believes so much in that master's words, but there is nothing to lose if I follow it, so I have been paying attention to it.

However, on a rainy Friday after the end of the spring break, I tried my best to finish the day's class, and I couldn't hold on to the club activities, so I prepared to go home. Because of the rain, I ran all the way to the station——

Dark clouds like dirty sponges covered the sun, and raindrops washed the ground like an open shower. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran out of the school gate. When I crossed the road, a bright light came from the left.I subconsciously blocked my eyes and took two steps back.A red SUV appeared between the fingers.

……red?

My hair was sticking to my cheeks from the rain, and it was raining so hard that I worried that my underwear might be soaked too.

……rain?

The guy I met yesterday... the guy who can do nothing but talk nonsense...

……bad mood.

……outdoor.

I heard a sound, very harsh - brakes.

The red SUV turned sharply, and the slippery ground dragged its horizontal body and slid towards me.Through the windshield, the young driver stared and opened his mouth wide, as if yelling.

Mom, there really are gods and Buddhas in this world.

"Fujiwara—"

chapter1Ghost

I haven't met God, but I know it must exist somewhere in the world—probably everywhere.

After being dazzled by the red SUV, I seemed to hear someone calling me, the voice was a man's voice.So, who called me?

Inference [-]: It is someone I know, I am a notorious "witch" in school, meeting acquaintances at the school gate is a high probability event;

Inference [-]: It is God.Reason slightly.

In short, being called by someone's name at the most critical moment of life, this plot is very graphic:

A man with a blurry face stood far away at the school gate. He stretched his arms vigorously to prevent the tragedy from happening, but unfortunately, I was still knocked into the air;

Looking down on the world, God found that there was a person who had gathered all the unlucky conditions this year, and he called out the name of this person in amazement.

Sigh... I had such a serious car accident, how can I still have the energy to think about these far-fetched things?

why?

After regaining consciousness, these three words popped out of my mind.

It stands to reason that I was hit by a car (assuming I am still alive), so I should be lying in the hospital now, and what I saw when I opened my eyes was not the face of my parents or my brother, it should also be the face of a doctor/nurse, and then No, it should be the white ceiling of the ward.

But why... I saw my own face?

After regaining consciousness, the first thing that caught my eye was a girl with her eyes closed.I identified it and found that it was me. I saw such a thing because I was lying on top of myself.It sounds incomprehensible, and I couldn't figure out how it happened at first, so I got up and found something even more shocking to me——

The man with his eyes closed was lying on a hospital bed with an oxygen mask on his face and many tubes attached to his body. Next to the bed was a life support system.The room was very quiet, save for her breathing and the chirping of the oxygen tank.

That was undoubtedly me who was rescued.

But, but, I'm clearly here!

Stand here!

After a few minutes of calm, I accepted this fact and offered my inferences:

I had an out-of-body experience due to severe injuries.

Why do you draw this inference?First of all, I explored my range of activities first, but it turned out that I couldn't leave the room—the nurse once opened the door and came in, and I went out while the door was open, but was bounced back.The same goes for leaving from the window.This shows that there is still some kind of connection between me and my body.

Second, I went to the bathroom attached to the ward, looked in the mirror, and found that I was not in the mirror.

So I am not an entity.

Third, I tried moving things around the house and found that my body couldn't pass through objects, but couldn't apply force to them either.

Fourth, I cannot enter my body.This is the biggest problem.

At first I thought I had turned into a ghost, but after some exploration, I thought it was just a temporary out-of-body phenomenon.

I'm not dead, of course, I'm not dead either.

Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

So the next question is - where am I?

Undoubtedly the hospital.

But does the intensive care unit have a private bathroom?

There should be none.

That means I live in a VIP ward.

Out of the ICU, not in the general ward.

I walked to the window and looked out with my hands on the sill—unfortunately, I couldn’t see the name of the hospital from this angle.Instead, you can see the restaurant downstairs, which is located in the lower right of the field of vision.The signboard of the restaurant is a big white rabbit.

I have the impression of this rabbit, where have I seen it?

"Shua—" A gust of wind blew into the room, lifting the white curtains.The touch of the wind is like clear water, which makes me feel refreshed.I looked back at myself lying on the bed surrounded by life-support equipment, and it was strange that I didn't feel sad, and I didn't even have the desire to cry.

For finally getting rid of the pesky thing?

No, no, no, how can that shit compare to the joy of a 16-year-old life.

This picture of neither human nor ghost is bad enough!

I still have a lot of things I want to do, a lot of people I want to meet, and a lot of people to date... The cherry blossom festival in April, the sports meeting in May, Xiaohui's concert in June, and... well, there is also the high school basketball national competition in the summer vacation .

It will do well this year too.

After all, it is "constant victory"!

I think there are gods and Buddhas in the world.

You ask me why?

Because I look like neither a human nor a ghost now!

But is that a ghost or a god?

No no no, they come from the same system.If there are gods, there must be ghosts, which is a necessary and sufficient condition.

In this way - I remembered what my mother said many years ago:

"If there is a god, then Li Yang and I must be hated by the gods."

And the sound of "Fujiwara—" before losing consciousness.

That must not be God calling me.God doesn't care about people he hates, um...it's better to say that not being cared about is a sign of being hated.Speaking of which, why do I have to worry about whether I please God or not?I have never seen it, nor have I believed in it.

I don't care about God either, so it makes sense for him to ignore me.

So, who called me then?

It must be someone who cares and cares about me.

The feelings of a girl are always buzzing regardless of the occasion, floating above her head with the bubbles of daydreams.

"It must be someone who cares about me?"

Where does the narcissism come from!I hugged my head, lay on the window sill, and let out a wailing that no one could hear—"Stop dreaming if you become like this ghost! Think about how to get back into your body!"

The memory gradually became clear—I tried to convince myself that it was the result of brain beautification, a manifestation of self-serving consciousness—but, there was no way...

Before the red color of the SUV filled my field of vision, I turned my head to look for the person who yelled "Fujiwara". What, I can't hear you.Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scenery receded quickly, and the sky was twisted in front of me with a swish.A figure in the distance approached in a street scene blurred by rain, and someone ran towards me stepping on the stagnant water.

Has sun-kissed healthy dark skin. (in memory)

Take it a step further—purple and teal tracksuit, stern expression, tall, reebok-pump basketball shoes on my feet running toward me. (brain fantasy)

This shows how deep down in my heart I hope that the person calling me is Mu Shenyi.

Objectively speaking, the possibility of him is not impossible.

"The person who will call me at that time must be the person who cares about me and cares about me." If it is him, I will acquiesce in this assumption.

After simplifying the merger, I hope that Mu Shenyi will be the one who cares about me and cares about me.

To sum it up further, it is—ah, I finally faced up to this embarrassing fact—no, there is nothing to be ashamed of... This kind of feeling of wanting the person I like to care about me.

And as long as you want to look for it, you can find countless daydreams full of girlish innocence, such as "destiny", "encounter of fate", "the red thread that holds the little fingers of two people".

Mom, it would be great if there is a god in this world.

chapter2Family

The identity of the Huaichun girl somewhat saved me from the incomprehensible situation in front of me.

Sure enough, love is a good thing.

Although it is a crush.

so sad...

Secret love is also love!

Just count it in.

My mother said that falling in love is the most beautiful thing in the world.So love a lot.

This may, no, must have something to do with her own experience.

She supports me to fall in love more, but does not support me to get married quickly.

"Li Yang, when you meet someone who fascinates you and even trades you the money and power of the whole world..."

"...Mom, Yujiro Ishihara."

"Well, let's put it this way—when you meet someone who the first time you see him, you feel like you've been hit on the head hard, and you never see anyone else..."

What is this description?

"In short, when you meet someone who makes you different from usual, you must remember to keep calm, hot-headed will only do stupid things. Li Yang, you must remember!"

I got it!

From kindergarten to now, I have liked many people, and none of them made me feel like I was hit with a stick.I guess what my mother wants to express is because of biological instincts, such as being overwhelmed by the other party's excellent genes, which is completely out of rational control-the love born purely out of biological instincts to reproduce excellent offspring.

There is no primordial love in which the element of psychic communication is involved.

It can't be said that it is bad, but compared with the current definition of love, it is more appropriate to call this kind of feeling "passion".

Just as I was thinking wildly, the door of the ward opened.My mother, father and my younger brother Liao Yi walked in.

Liao Yi was holding a bouquet of lilies in his arms, and his father asked the nurse for a vase, filled it with water and sucked the lilies out.My mother was sitting on the chair by the bed, staring at me on the bed in a daze.I jumped onto the bed in two steps and lay on top of my body, keeping my neck twisted to see Mom's face.

"Li Yang, Li Yang?" She waved her hand in front of me.

"Sister, I'm here to see you." Liao Yi stood behind his mother, stretched out his upper body and stared at me.

"Li Yang..." Dad grunted and pressed his mother's shoulder.

The word "expectation" was written on the faces of the three people.

They waited quietly, waited...until my mother cried bitterly by my hand.

No way, still can't go back.

While they waited, I tried everything, twisting and drilling, trying to get back, and when Mommy cried I was too tired and sweaty to be in the sad atmosphere with them .

Liao Yi and his father helped his mother to leave. Before leaving, Liao Yi looked back at me on the hospital bed, his eyes finally couldn't hold the tears that kept welling up, and my brother cried sadly.

At this time, as a spirit body, I stood in front of Liao Yi, tiptoeing to touch his head.Just as he raised his hand to the level of his head, Liao Yi wiped away his tears, waved his hand towards my body, and left with his parents.

I feel so depressed.

You can neither leave this room nor return to your body.

Worst of all was not being able to sleep.

After realizing the horror of not being able to sleep that first night, the nurse who made the midnight rounds became my best friend.

In the long night, I can only look up at the starry sky through this small window to pass the loneliness and boredom.

The "beep" sound of the life support equipment, the "chichi" sound of the respirator, these sounds that usually belong to the noise before going to bed, made me feel very relieved at this moment.

Sad to sad, at least I'm still alive.

Early the next morning, the morning light emerged from the sky, and I finally remembered the hospital where I was.

It's not an important thing, compared to my out-of-body... Hahahaha...

The coffee shop downstairs with the big white rabbit signboard, I remember visiting when I first entered school.If I remember correctly, Jia brought me here. In order to discuss her new work, we found a place far away from the school and where we would not meet our classmates - the Affiliated Hospital of Hainan University.

I also complained: "What a bad luck! Why did you choose this kind of place!"

Yuka blinked, waved at me, and said, "The croquette set here is delicious!"

So I was in the school hospital.Next, according to the condition of the VIP ward and the body——

Last night was really boring, so I went around my body in circles, and then I made a surprising discovery - I was hit by an SUV, but I didn't have any serious trauma!

Not even a broken bone, which is amazing.I couldn't help but imagine the scene when the doctor explained the condition to my parents.

"Sorry, no trauma found!"

"Hug, sorry?"

"There is blood on the head!"

"What?!"

"So... so, I think this caused the patient to go into a coma..."

"What are you talking about?!"

...Sorry, I put myself in all of a sudden.

From this point of view, the first task, and the only task, is to "return to the body and wake up."

Nonsense... I have tried countless times from yesterday to today, but I just can't get in!

Can't get in! !

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

chapter3Friends

The VIP ward is visiting time from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm every day.

After rolling around in boredom all morning and trying to enter the body thirty times to no avail, I thought of one thing.

The car accident happened at the school gate, so many people should have seen it...

Well, it's almost time for the students to visit me, right?

I was very excited, but then I thought about it—maybe they didn't know that I was out of danger, so they just prayed for me silently in their hearts?

Having said that, I was sitting on the windowsill, looking at my body surrounded by machines and tubes in the hospital bed - is this out of danger?

Sadness overwhelmed me again.

In the afternoon, my mother came to see me again. She swept away yesterday's melancholy, first changed the water for the flowers, and then shook the hospital bed to make me sit up.

"Li Yang, guess who came to see you?" She opened the door, and the air flow passed through the window, and then rushed out of the door, bringing up the billowing curtains.Xiaohui came in from the door, carrying a black piano case on her shoulder, and inside was her precious saxophone.Then Yujia followed Xiaohui closely, pushing her glasses when she saw me, as if she wanted to confirm whether the person on the bed was me.

"Liyang..." Xiaohui stiffly raised her right hand and waved at me, then felt that this action was inappropriate, so she said "hey" twice in embarrassment.Yuka pressed her shoulder with one hand, and clutched her skirt tightly with the other, misty eyes appeared in her eyes.

Please, don't cry!

Thinking of Liao Yi yesterday, I didn't stand beside them.As a spirit body to touch a living person, after a night of consideration, I think it is better not to do so.

I was afraid that once I got used to this way of being, I would never be able to return to my body.

But seeing the two of them like this is really uncomfortable.I didn't want to think about the stupid question of whether the spirit would cry or not, so I stared at the door to divert my attention.

……What's that?A white thing was exposed at the connection between the door frame and the floor—shoes?As the line of sight moves upwards, it is intermittent purple, like lines drawn by brushstrokes of varying degrees of severity.Then the lines become planes, and the planes move into bodies...

Behind Yuka was another classmate who came to visit her.

As soon as Mu Shen walked in with his sports bag on his back, there was a "boom" the moment he entered the door.

I don't know if it's the sound of his feet on the floor, or the sound of the beating organ in my chest is disordered.

... No, I am a spirit body now, without a heart!

uh no?Probably not...hahahaha...

I regret that I didn't stand beside Yuka and Xiaohui just now!

So sorry!

It's too late to run over now!

Could it be that because he is a spirit body, even his physical strength has been taken away?

Under Mu Shenyi's gaze, I couldn't take a step.

Ah, in fact, he is not looking at me who can move, but my body on the hospital bed.

Mom and my friends exchanged pleasantries and left.Xiao Hui and Yu Jia stood far away and cried for a while, then came to visit me at close range.

I am not a monster!You really are!

Mu Shenyi stood behind the two of them from the beginning to the end. He was a head taller than Xiao Hui, and he just looked down on me from a distance.

"Li Yang..." Sitting next to me was Xiaohui, she held my hand and called my name softly. "Li Yang...it must be very painful...I'm sorry, I should have gone home with you...I'm really sorry..." Xiaohui lowered her head, tears fell on my hands.As a spirit body, I am lying on my side at the moment, rubbing my head to the side of my body, twisting upwards, and looking at Xiaohui in a twisted posture.

don't cry...

Xiaohui took out a handkerchief and wiped away her tears, covered her mouth and stood up sadly, sobbing softly against the wall.Yuka sat down and took my hand too.

"Li Yang..." She took my hand and put it on her cheek, her voice trembling: "I am Yujia, can you see if I am alright... Woooo... just look at me!" Her tears flowed from my fingers stay in the cracks.I turned my head sadly and looked at Yuka's crying face, and sighed helplessly.

Will my mother cry like yesterday after leaving the ward?

If I can go back, back into the body... Yuka stopped crying, put my hand down gently, and wiped her face with her cuff.

"Sorry, so excited..." she said.

It’s okay, it’s okay, if it were you, I would also—bah, what am I thinking!

Yuka didn't speak any more, nor did she stand up.

She should have stood up.

He took my hand and cried for a while, then wiped away the tears and stood up, giving up his seat to the next patient visitor.

Hey, Yuka, wake up!

I couldn't help but pull her sleeves, but nothing happened, she just sat there motionless.There was resistance when my hand touched her body... as if smooth glass prevented me from contacting her.

Next is Mu Shenyi Yuka, get up quickly!

Today's Mu Shenyi is different from usual.

He has been standing silently since he entered the door.He didn't comfort Xiaohui and Yuka when they were crying, and he didn't say a word of greeting to me-I couldn't say anything to him either.

It's not like his style.

Although I can't exactly describe what his style is like.All the impressions about Mu Shenyi in my mind are spliced ​​together with processed and imagined facts.I don't know what is real him and what is my guess about him.

Isn't that what people with crushes do?

You will definitely understand my ambiguous thoughts.

Yuka didn't respond to my yelling, and was in a completely empty state.My neck hurts from this twisted posture, and after thinking that I have nothing to do about this guy occupying the seat, I simply lay flat on my body, and then stared at Mu Shen.

When I was in school, I often stared at him, and when he noticed my gaze and looked back at me, he didn't look away.

Just stare.

I read several emotions from the way he looked into my eyes—

Confused, what's wrong?

Surprised, what, what's wrong?

Back off,...what, what's wrong?

My answer was to rub my eyes—

"My eyes are so sore..."

There are many reasons to cover up.

This time he won't notice that I'm looking at him, maybe...

Even if he noticed it, he would only wonder why he felt the sight from Fujiwara Riyo's abdomen, and then decided that he must be hallucinating.

After all, why did he come to see me?

"Fujiwara," Mu Shenichi was probably waiting for Yuka to get up from the chair (an illusion created by self-serving consciousness), his eyes swept over Kei and Yuka, and finally fell on my face, and took a step forward, Leaning his upper body towards me, he called out my last name.

Then he paused, opened his lips slightly, blinked his eyes in a daze, and the expression hesitant to speak froze on his face.

It must be because he didn't know what to say, and he was facing a comatose person.

It is very difficult for Mu Shenyi to talk to himself.

Xiaohui sniffed her nose, turned around and tilted her head to look at Mu Shenyi.She interrupted Mu Shenyi's hesitation, and said in a crying voice: "Mu Jun, I... Yujia and I have something to say to Li Yang, so..."

Yuka cooperated with the wet eye sockets to shine sadly, and turned to look at Mu Shenyi.

Hey hey hey... no...

Mu Jun quickly understood, he let out a cry, his upper body returned to a straight posture, pulled the strap of the basketball bag with his left hand, nodded at Xiaohui and Yuka, then turned around and took a step——I felt that this seemed inappropriate, the upper body Turning back again, he said to me on the hospital bed:

"Fujiwara, I wish you... wish you a speedy recovery!"

He hesitated for a long time to say such a sentence.

Even so, I was quite happy.

I waved goodbye to his back.

"Mu Jun is far more careful than he looks." Yu Jia said after Mu Shen left.She noticed that Mu Shen gently closed the door as soon as he left.

Of course of course!His charm lies in the contrast between the wildness on the outside and the carefulness on the inside!

"I really didn't see it..." Xiaohui also sighed.

yeah yeah yeah!

So, what are you two going to tell me?

It was Xiaohui who spoke first:

"Xiao~Li~Yang~ I went to the family restaurant that Goto often goes to according to your instructions, and then met successfully!! He recommended to me the afternoon tea of ​​Darjeeling black tea with blueberry cheese, and we chatted for three hours Yo!!" Xiaohui shook my hand excitedly.

……Hey.

"He asked me to go to the movies this week! Woow—what to do—do you want to go? I really want to go! But you said that you can't agree to the invitation too quickly, what should I do—"

……Hey!

Then Yuka.

"I received an invitation from the Marquis de Sade." She pushed her glasses and took out a stack of bound manuscript paper from her bag.

"They hoped that I could serialize the seaside hotel. I wrote the setting and outline, but I still want to discuss some details with you." She opened the cover and moved her fingers. "For example, here, I think the first H of Crow and Zero is too plain. Should I add some rich material? I want to use 'heavy love' as the theme of this story, so adding another character becomes entangled. How do you feel about the love triangle? Is there any heaviness?"

Enough is enough! !

For Xiaohui's love, and Yuka's R18 novel, I left Mu Shen alone. You are really my friends! ! !

Really! ! ! !

It was too much... I sat on my body and moaned sadly.

This is who I am to my friends.For the first time, I realized that they never doubted the fact that I would wake up, so they could babble to the unconscious me as if nothing had happened.

So warm, my friend.

But what happened to Mu Shenyi's hesitant expression?

Do you acquiesce from the bottom of your heart that this is a tragedy?

Think I won't wake up so choose your greeting carefully?

Even if I can't hear?

No, are you afraid I'll never hear you?

He doesn't think I'll never wake up!

How did it happen... I started thinking wildly again, and this time I started to doubt Mu Shenyi's character.

When he entered the door, he had a dignified face, he was clearly worried about me!

Worried about students who are sick?

I really have blood in my brain to have such a ridiculous idea.

He's just reacting like a normal classmate should, don't ask him with the standard of a good friend.

It's good to see you, let's be content!

Well, I am so content.

But why didn't he come in after Yujia at that time, as if he was afraid of something, he stayed for a while before coming in.

Worried about seeing my dead body?

... I think too much, it is simply because the self-service consciousness is activated again.

I have to be realistic.

chapter4Maki

The High School Affiliated to Hainan University.

"Hey, did you hear that? Fujiwara in the second grade..."

"...No, my God, it's terrible..."

"I hope Li Yang is okay..."

"I just said why haven't I seen her recently..."

In the morning meeting on Monday, rustling discussions came from every corner of the auditorium.

"Next, Mr. Suzuki has something to announce to everyone." Mizuki Ueda, the student council president who presided over the morning meeting, put down the microphone and retreated to the teacher's seat behind her.Suzuki, who was wearing sportswear, stepped forward to take the microphone and scanned the audience.

The discussion stopped.

"classmates--"

"Last Friday, there was a serious car accident in front of our school..."

"A student from our school...is still unconscious..."

"Students, please pay attention to travel safety..."

"Sure enough!" Such a voice came from the audience.

Excitement, daze, indifference, and deep worry.

As soon as Mu Shen stood beside the chairman, he watched the messy scene below the stage with a stern expression.

"Everybody be quiet—"

Teacher Suzuki's voice was lost in the buzzing discussion.

The above is the morning meeting in my head.

Dad and brother don't come to see me every day.Dad has a job, my brother has to go to class, and my mother will come to talk to me every morning.

What did you eat this morning, what did you eat at noon, and what did you eat at night? They were all talking about similar topics.

I also made a bento box, and when the lid was opened, water vapor floated out along the gap, and the lid was covered with condensed water droplets.Mom rolled up the hospital bed, set up the dining board, and filled the lunchboxes to the brim.

Fried chicken nuggets, fried burdock, miso soup, tamagoyaki...

Then sit aside and wait quietly until there is no trace of water vapor coming out.

In fact, it didn't take long, the temperature in the rainy season was very low, and it was early spring again.

It's just that it's hard to see her sitting there blankly, and a sense of guilt wells up in my heart.If only I could get back into my body...

My mother finished eating the bento in front of me, raised her eyebrows and showed a cheerful expression: "Li Yang, my mother will come to see you tomorrow, what do you want to eat?"

Another minute of silence followed.

I'm not very good at dealing with such a depressing atmosphere, so I dread the morning.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Hui and Yu Jia would alternately visit me.They all have things they want to tell me, and they don't want each other to know too much...

Xiaohui will report and Goto's progress:

"I ran into Goto-kun when I was in school today! Of course I am in an ambush under your guidance! We talked about classical music all the way, and we ate lunch together."

Immerse yourself in a sweet date atmosphere.

Yuka read to me her serial works on the Marquis de Sade. Looking at the thick stack of manuscript paper, I couldn't help asking how she took the time to write.

"The crow felt a heat in his abdomen, and a strange warm current surged up from his lower body. What happened to me? Crow stroked his flat abdomen in doubt, but just watched that guy's cock, why am I so excited?"

Now that it is serialized to Chapter 6, the two male protagonists have not met each other honestly... This is not the rhythm I like!

and!The personalities of these two people are different from what was originally set!The crow should be a sufferer who wants to save face and suffer!why is it cold