Lion King

I was running, Shimada suddenly poked me:

"Hey, Amu, is that Fujiwara from your class?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked forward, the captain was talking to two girls.One is Toyama and the other is Fujiwara.

"I heard that she dumped the captain, I can't believe it... No wonder the captain has been depressed recently..."

"I don't know much about it."

"It looks like you haven't given up yet, Captain." He raised his chin in half-sympathy and half-joke to signal me to look forward, only to see that Captain Kimura had already bid farewell to the two girls, but he was still running while looking back at Fujiwara.

"I don't know what type Fujiwara likes, by the way, Amu, do you know? Are you in the same class as her?"

Although she is in the same class, to be honest, I am very afraid of her.Of course I wouldn't say what was in my heart, so I replied ambiguously: "Well..."

"Forget it, I don't think you will pay attention to such small things." He patted me on the shoulder and changed the subject: "We will play a practice match against Wuli next week, do you think the coach will let our freshmen play? "

Chatting in low voices, we missed the signal to shout slogans. When we passed by Fujiwara and Yuanshan, the loud sound of "Hainan—Changsheng——" startled us both.A thin but familiar voice penetrated into the ear amidst the noise:

"... so sexy!"

I shivered uncontrollably.

Shimada looked around suspiciously, and asked me, "Did you hear anything just now?"

I heard it, but I won't tell you, so I replied ambiguously again: "It seems that there is..."

He didn't pursue it any further.When I turned the corner, I looked back at Fujiwara, and she happily waved to the whole team.

So I said I was terrified of her.

"Mu Shenyi is definitely the most masculine man in the first grade!"

One day when school just started, I came out of the bathroom and overheard a girl in the corridor saying that.She has beautiful long black hair, leaning against the wall and chatting with her friends, she is Fujiwara, who is in the same class.

Because my name was mentioned, I deliberately slowed down to hear the following words.

Fujiwara is very popular among boys, and she is always called out when get out of class is over, and even I have been asked by senior seniors to spread the word.She always had a carefree demeanor and looked like a spoiled princess from a wealthy family, but she was by no means one to follow the rules, because this is what she said next:

"His muscles are so beautiful that I can't even open my eyes, and..." She covered her face shyly: "The muscles in the waist and abdomen are so beautiful that people want to go..."

Lick it.

Yes, she said so.

I took a deep breath and turned my back to them and left quickly.

From then on, I began to notice her sight frequently.On my belly, on my shoulders, on my... chest.Under her gaze, I felt like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

If it's just her alone, it doesn't matter how you look at it, as long as I bear it.But every day, there are three-digit men following Fujiwara's sight, paying attention to the things she cares about.

I don't want to be physically stared at by three-figure men anywhere but the court.

This scene is too disgusting.

No matter how broad-minded I am, there are still things I cannot accept.

So I took action, staring back as soon as I sensed Fujiwara looking at me—and adding to my frustration.

Sensing my gaze, she was happy and stared at me curiously.I'm not afraid to look at people, but for some reason, her deep pupils seem to have magical powers, and she can see all the way into my mind and my heart, creating a sense of fear of being forced to open my heart.

It's like being forced to strip naked in public.

I was the first to be defeated in this kind of staring. Those black eyes have the power to push me back. I can only look away to keep my body and mind healthy.

Why are you doing this to me?

Occasionally I will include such a message in the eyes.

yes, why?

Got this response.

If Fujiwara was a man—after losing a certain eye-to-eye battle, I couldn't help but assume such a thing.If it's a man, then—

This is the natural king's life!

Just using eyes is enough to make people surrender, but if you work hard in other aspects, you are really a great man.

She has the makings of a charismatic leader.

If everyone trusts, admires, and respects Mu Shenyi, it is because I always do the right thing.On the other hand, it is precisely because I have the quality of doing the right thing that people will embrace me.

Fujiwara is different, she has the charm that makes people dedicate everything to her no matter what, even if she is wrong too much.

For example, she touched my ass like no one else.

Many people witnessed the whole process, and they defined me as a victim out of righteous indignation, and kept asking Fujiwara to stop.

But the face is clearly written: "Have fun, little Fujiwara~"

Thought I didn't see it!

Ever since I heard Kanzaki say Fujiwara wanted to touch my ass in the restaurant, I was already mentally prepared to be touched.

Fujiwara, how should I put it, she is a person who does what she says, no matter how outrageous what she says, she can take it for granted.

Since there was no way to stop her, he had no choice but to prepare himself mentally for the arrival of this little beast.

Even so, when her hand came up, my mind went blank.

Everything must have a good attitude.

After a while, this sentence came to my mind, and I spoke with difficulty to communicate with Fujiwara:

"Let's go to the health room first."

I'll touch wherever you want, just don't take off my pants and my clothes.

And fellow followers of Fujiwara, you have also seen, Fujiwara’s hobbies and so on, if you want to get in close contact with your sweetheart, please exercise a manly body first!

Peeking around behind trees won't get you anywhere.

Welcome to the basketball team.

Anyway, this incident strengthened my mental capacity and opened another door to the world for me.

It turns out that being touched on the butt is not as unacceptable as imagined.Takasago once screamed and hugged me: "Amu, calm down! Don't be as knowledgeable as Fujiwara!"

I silently opened his hand and said to myself, am I so petty in your heart?

It's just that the girl did some innocuous things.

My mind is very broad.

However, the body's reaction was not like this——

"Amu, you are shaking..."

"Hehehehe..."

"Amu, don't scare me, you're laughing like cramp now..."

Although she makes my heart beat faster and blood pressure rise every time, I am not attracted to her.

At school, I tried my best to avoid the opportunity to get in touch with Fujiwara, and I used the eyesight that I trained with Fujiwara to kill even my senior's request.

Yet I was still stuck.

A witch crying in the rain.

It was a Saturday, and after finishing club activities, I headed to the station.

A few steps out of the school, heavy rain poured down.In the rain, I saw Fujiwara who had been hiding.Carrying her schoolbag and without an umbrella, she shuffled towards the station.

I find it very strange, because Fujiwara has always been picked up by a car when she goes to school. Takasago and I have seen the black Audi that picked her up many times, and we can recite the license plate number many times.

Shouldn't we wait for the driver to pick us up in such heavy rain?

It was raining heavily, crackling and hitting the umbrella, I chased after her and called to stop her: "Fujiwara!"

She turned her head and gave me a cold look, ignoring me and continuing to move forward.

I felt something was wrong, so I followed her and moved the umbrella forward to cover her head.

I think she probably encountered some troubles, but there are no girls in my family, so I don't know the troubles of girls.But my intuition told me that this time it might not be something of the little girl's annoyance.

Because she was shaking.

It seemed to be trembling with extreme endurance.

I followed her to the station, and she finally turned around and said something to me: "Thank you, Mu Shenyi. You are really a considerate person."

After speaking, he smiled at me.

Ono from the baseball club, Kimura-senpai from our basketball club, and playboy Shimada... so many boys tried their best to make Fujiwara smile but failed.

I just helped her hold the umbrella for a few hundred meters.

I have to say, she has a charming smile.

It's not about being pretty, it's about being attractive.

A pale and illusory smile can easily hit a man's heart, giving birth to a desire for protection.

I'm not pretending to be a gentleman, but I sincerely think-I don't feel it at all.

why?

Because although her face was facing me, her eyes were on the ticket machine next to me.

The point is those eyes, as long as I don't look into those eyes, Fujiwara is harmless to me.

So what should I say at this time, something caring and considerate?No, no, it's better not to talk too much if you don't understand girls' affairs.

"You're welcome, then I'll—"

"Well, bye." Before I could finish, she said.Well, that's fine... I opened my schoolbag to find the traffic card and passed the gate.

Fujiwara went to the automatic ticket machine to buy a ticket, and then went through the gate.Unexpectedly, we got on the same train, and it was still in the same carriage.

There was a seat in the car, and I offered it to Fujiwara, who thanked me in a low voice, then hung her head in silence.

Should I say something?

I pondered.

But Fujiwara didn't look up, so I didn't initiate a conversation.When I got to the stop where I got off, Fujiwara stood up abruptly, walked in front of me and got off the car.

I put away the library I was reading and followed.

We exited the gate one after the other, and she went to the convenience store to buy a bar of chocolates and walked out of the station.

Her hair, blouse, skirt, and shoes were all wet.

The rain outside intensified, and I stopped her again: "Fujiwara, where are you going? I'll see you off."

Without raising her eyelids, she nodded slightly.

After walking for about 2 minutes, we came to the bus station.There are also canopies at the station, and there are not many people. Fujiwara sat on the bench waiting for the train and looked up at me:

"Thank you, Amu, for wasting your time, it's getting late, you should go home quickly."

After speaking, he smiled at me again, but this time his eyes were looking at me, but the smile was so hard that it narrowed into a slit, without any lethality.

I nodded and said goodbye to her: "It's okay, be careful on the road."

I opened my umbrella and stepped into the rain.

She just cried.

After walking more than ten meters, I turned and went back to the station.Fujiwara huddled into a ball, hugged his knees with his hands, and shook his shoulders slightly.

"Are you okay, Fujiwara? Hello, can you hear me?"

I ran up to her and lifted her shoulders. "Hey! Fujiwara!"

She tried her best to suppress the crying, biting her hand to bleed.As if hearing my voice, Fujiwara stared blankly at me for a while, covered his face with his hands and began to sob.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She apologized while crying, as if she had lost something important, crying very sadly.

It's the first time I feel like this.

"Fujiwara, don't be afraid..." I tried to pat her head. "Don't be afraid, it's fine."

Her tears were more ferocious than the rain a few steps away, and she trembled with her arms around her shoulders. For a moment, I almost had the illusion that she was crying and bleeding.

That is not crying, but weeping.

Those tears and the weak inhalation sound when we cried were like a hammer hitting my heart.

I suddenly became sad.Fujiwara's shoulders twitched in pain seemed to be my shoulders, the facial features wrinkled into a ball because of sadness seemed to be my facial features, and the hands tightly clenched because of sadness seemed to be my hands.

My emotions are in sync with hers.

I knew why she was crying, she was angry, helpless, and deeply terrified.

I couldn't help feeling sad, I pressed her head on my shoulder, and patted her on the back.

"Don't be afraid, Fujiwara, don't be afraid."

She cried bitterly on my shoulder, mumbled words of apology in her mouth.

"I'm sorry to trouble you...I'm really sorry for wasting your time..."

Hearing this, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

"Student... are you okay?" Someone patted me and asked worriedly. "You...your face..." I touched my face, and I felt a wet touch.

It's tears.

"Is this your sister? Is she... okay?" The people around gathered around.I nodded unconsciously, and answered for Fujiwara:

"Something happened at school, thank you for your concern." After quickly wiping my face, I patted Fujiwara's head and called her by name for the first time:

"Li Yang, let's go home."

She grabbed my sleeve tightly, buried her face in my chest and nodded.

"it is good."

The final blow of the hammer smashed my heart into pieces.

I didn't fall in love with Fujiwara, because my heart was broken before I fell in love with her.

I want her to wake up more than anyone.

After finishing the last game of the county tournament and defeating Xiangyang again, I went home, took a shower, changed clothes, and went to the hospital to see Fujiwara.

Her vital signs began to weaken, and the beating green dots on the heart rate monitor would turn into a straight line at some point.

With such fear, I forced myself to chat with Fujiwara.

I told her that we won today's game, and we have advanced to the national competition as No.1. If possible, I really hope she can see it.

I can't do anything but say this.

The sky is getting dark, according to the previous arrangement, I should go, but I want to stay with her for a while, do nothing or say nothing, just get along with her quietly like this.

So I went back to her.

When I saw her for the first time, I thought, Fujiwara must be scared in such a dark and deserted place.

Don't be afraid, I will be with you.

I closed my eyes and imagined what Fujiwara would look like after waking up, but there was a mist in front of my eyes.

It was as if someone was breathing, whispering, and touching me close at hand.

A translucent figure appeared in front of him.

Is that you Fujiwara?

Knowing that it was impossible, I still stretched out my hand to gently stroke her outline, and the cool evening air flowed through my fingers, producing a tiny change in the airflow.

It was as if someone had actually stuck it in front of me.

I opened my eyes, and the translucent figure flashed in front of my eyes. I blinked in shock, and the outline of a girl vaguely appeared on the afterimage.

No way……

I blinked again and the afterimage disappeared.

Delusion?

Delusion.

I got up and walked towards the door. The moment I closed the doorknob, I turned around and glanced at the hospital bed - a faint shadow of a girl was sitting on the hospital bed. Can't see clearly.

I unconsciously raised my hand and waved.

"Goodbye~"

As if hearing such a voice, the girl in the afterimage waved goodbye to me.

chapter14Wake

I am not afraid of the dark.

When I was very young, because I was very hungry at night, I sneaked out of the room and heard someone arguing in the living room.

One is mom and the other is dad.

Mom cried very sadly.

I hid in the shadow of the refrigerator and cried softly.

The surroundings were dark and silent, which was the best shelter for me at that time.

After two months and three days in the hospital, that person finally came to see me.

"Long time no see." Facing the visiting father and son, the mother nodded slightly and said.Her eyes were a little red, and she stared straight at the boy.

When I was a freshman in high school, I got along with these two people day and night, but my mother hadn't seen them for ten years.

You must miss him, Mom.

The two nodded to their mother, and the younger one greeted, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, but I didn't expect you to grow so tall..." The reunion after a long absence made her very nervous, she stepped forward and reached out to touch the boy's face, but the other party avoided him without a trace.

"..." Mom withdrew her hand and smiled reluctantly: "You must have a lot to say to your sister, so I won't disturb your siblings' chat."

Mom gently closed the door.

You cold-blooded bastard.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I glared at him fiercely.

When he was young, his mother loved him very much, because he was the first child of his mother, and he was born healthy and smart.

I can't compare to him, my health is not good, and my voice is so thin that I don't like grandma.

But I don't hate him because he is the older brother.

"Li Yang, it's Dad, can you hear me?"

The elder of the two hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

I can hear you.

"Dad has already contacted a lawyer to file a lawsuit. Don't worry, something will happen—" He told me that the perpetrator was arrested on suspicion of speeding and driving without a license.My mother hired a lawyer to propose civil compensation, but the other party had to give up because of limited financial capacity. "Dad" filed a lawsuit against the manufacturer of the tires used by the car involved in the accident and the manufacturer of the car.

"The anti-skid coefficient of the tires is lower than the manufacturing standard, and the brake system of the car has problems after inspection. I entrusted a friend to investigate other traffic accidents related to this brand of cars for me, and found..." He explained to me.

"Dad, stop talking, let her have a good rest." Brother interrupted.

You lie on this bed for two months to see if you can still say this sentence.

"Dad" was quiet, rubbing his hands on his knees.

The two fell silent.

"Why do you always make a mess of your life and make everyone worry about you? Why can't you be more mature?" Brother's chest rose and fell, "Now you are satisfied? For your sake we..."

It's that condescending tone again.

You think I want to!Did I throw myself into the car?Am I lying here without a human being or a ghost just to let you guys come and see me?

As long as someone takes my respirator off I'm going to die Do you know what that means?

How I long to wake up...

And you're just talking sarcastic things around.

I clenched my teeth to keep the tears from falling.

"Stop talking, Kenji." The man sighed deeply, "Let's go." He patted his son on the shoulder, and his brother turned his head with a displeased face, and the two left the ward one after the other.

I clenched my fist tightly, imagining that one day after waking up, I would slam it on that person's face, hitting his handsome face with a hollow.

Now I hate him because he is my brother.

Biologically speaking, the children born later are the substitutes of the elder. If the elder is healthy, the later children will not be of much significance to the parents.

I am his replacement, the quality is not good, and it is still half scrapped.

The suction from the darkness struck again, dragging me into the thick darkness.I struggled and twisted vigorously, trying to become one with my body.

A pale face floated up in a dark sea, his lips gently opened and closed, and he said to me softly:

"Let's go."

I do not want it! !I will not listen to you! !

Will definitely go back, definitely will! !

The sharp pain covered my whole body like a thin film, from my fingers to my wrists, then my elbows, my shoulders——

I tried my best to open my eyes stuck by the darkness, and a thin slit appeared in front of my eyes, as if someone opened a corner of the world, and light poured in.

"... Fujiwara?"

who is calling me?

I blinked and my vision blurred... It was tears.

Mu Shenyi's face appeared in front of his eyes.

what are you doing here

"I... I'll come and see you."

He actually heard his answer.It's a dream, me.

But... I struggled to raise my hand, trying to touch the person in the dream in front of me.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard, the temperature in his palm almost scalded me.

"Fujiwara, hold on, I'll call the doctor!" He ran out, turned back when he reached the door, held my head in both hands, and touched my forehead with his forehead.

"Welcome back, Fujiwara!"

"Doctor—doctor! Here, please hurry—"

The sound of pattering footsteps came from far to near.

chapter 15 Your hand

How do you like someone?

A miracle happened.

I stared at the apple in my hand, it was cool and moist to the touch, and I smelled the sweet fruity aroma when I got closer. I opened my mouth and bit it, and the juice flowed into my mouth. Only then did I really feel that I was back.

As soon as Mu Shen said that I woke up, he was about to show me comics. As soon as the thick comic book was erected, he found me staring at him. After staring at him for a few seconds, I asked him what he was doing here.

"I thought I was dreaming..." Recalling the scene at that time, Mu Shen thought for a while, with an expression of not knowing how to describe it. "I was startled, and it took me a long time to react, and then I ran to the doctor."

The doctor was also very surprised, and arranged for me to undergo various examinations, and found that the congestion in my brain disappeared.As soon as my mother came in and saw me, she almost rushed over at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint and pressed me on the hospital bed, crying and laughing.

However, because he had been lying motionless in bed for two months, he needed a period of rehabilitation before he could be discharged from the hospital.Although my muscles were massaged every day for two months, my limbs still had no strength, and I was worried that I would drop an apple.

Yuka showed me the most intense chapters of "Hotel by the Sea" as agreed, and she was not surprised that I knew about the coma period.

"If I hadn't stimulated you every day, I'm afraid you would still be lying on the bed with no self-esteem and let your excrement be cleaned."

"...Thank you for giving me self-esteem. I want to see more H plots. Do you have any writing plans for this?" I changed the subject, pinching a corner of the manuscript paper in her arms and trying to pull it out.

"The Marquis de Sade wants me to write a sequel to Seaside Hotel. I'm collecting materials and writing an outline on the weekend. By the way, there is one thing I've always wanted to ask you. Do you have a prototype for the person I make? How do I feel about Crow and Zero? The personalities of the two look familiar." She knocked my hand off.

I was discovered by you... I heyed twice, took a bite of the apple, and said frankly: "There is a prototype, and maybe you still know it."

"Mu Shenyi." She pushed her glasses and answered with confidence.

"...It was actually seen through by you."

"Because your love for him is so obvious. The setting of zero you wrote to me is Amu who is ten years older! It's because of your dark preferences that every time I see Amu I'm very nervous, last time he actually wanted to read the book I read to you, I was so scared that my heart almost stopped, okay?"

"I won't apologize to you."

"Well, there is nothing to apologize for, but it makes the image of zero in my mind more three-dimensional and plump."

The two of us looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time.

"Actually, crows also have prototypes." A broken idea came to my mind. "It's scary! Do you want to listen? Maybe there will be special, other inspirations!"

"I don't really want to hear it..." Yuka looked like she lacked interest. "You look like you hate crows, the malice on your face is almost overflowing..."

"What, I thought you would stare at me like a bunny with your cute eyes, please let me tell you!"

"Don't make me so nasty!"

Yuka peeled off a Jinping candy and stuffed it into my mouth: "Summer is coming soon, if you want to see interhigh, please discharge me as soon as possible!"

That's when we heard a knock on the door and looked towards the door at the same time. "Please wait a moment!" Yujia stood up and opened the door. Before she could reach the door, the person who knocked pushed the door open and entered.

I heard the "creak" sound of Jin Pingtang being crushed by teeth.

Chestnut hair, fair skin, delicate face, round eyes, and the arrogance that I hate the most.The visitor came in with a bento box.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Yuka took a step back, looked him up and down, her eyes fixed on his school uniform.

"...Xiangyang?" Recognizing this school uniform, Yuka cast a puzzled look at me——when did you know someone from Xiangyang?or male?

"You are Li Yang's classmate, right? Hello, I am Li Yang's older brother." He nodded at Yuka and walked to me. "Mom asked me to bring it to you." He put the lunch box on the table, lifted the lid, and the water droplets that condensed on the lid fell on the table with his movements.

It's red bean glutinous rice dumpling.

I smelled the faint sweetness of glutinous rice and red beans, and looked up at him.This guy put away the gentle expression towards Yuka just now, and his face was cold as if he was blaming me.

"Are you Li Yang's brother? Wow, this is the first time I've heard that Li Yang has a brother..." Yu Jia sat on the chair and looked at him curiously. "You go to school in Xiangyang, do you live alone? Why don't you come to Hainan to go to school? Are you in the third grade this year?" Youjia asked like a cannonball, her eyes focused on his face.

Probably not used to being glanced back and forth like this, my elder brother barely answered a few questions: "I live with my parents, Xiangyang is close to my home, so I go to school there, and I am in the second grade this year." After finishing speaking, Asayuka laughed Smile, the smile is not very natural. "Your friend is very lively!" Maintaining such a smile, he turned his head and said to me.

Lively?Well, she is very lively, she is a well-known R18 novelist in the industry.

Yuka stared at him for a while, then clapped her hands as if suddenly remembering: "I remember! Why do you look so familiar... You are Kenji Fujima, I went to see the prefectural finals last week, really It's wonderful!" Yuka patted Fujima's shoulder encouragingly, and then continued in a very Hainanese tone: "But it's still a bit worse than our Amu."

My brother's face twitched slightly.I took out a bunch of glutinous rice dumplings from the lunch box, and congratulated him very earnestly: "Brother, congratulations on qualifying as No.2 again this year, and I will definitely go to cheer for you at this year's interhigh."

He glared at me viciously with those big translucent eyes inherited from his mother.

"Yuka, let me tell you..." After eating the glutinous rice dumplings made by Fujima's mother, my elder brother left without looking back with his lunch box.I hugged Yuka's shoulder pretending to be secretive and whispered.

"The prototype of the crow is Kenji Fujima." She said the words I prepared next with a deadpan expression.

"……You also know?"

"Hmph..." Yuka pushed my arm away, and said coldly, "I never thought there would be such a pairing method. It really gave me a lot of inspiration." Pull the hem of the garment.

"Where are you going?" Yuka's glasses flickered.

"I came up with a brilliant idea..." Her expression was cold, but her voice was full of uncontrollable passion.

... No, I know what you're thinking.

"National competition is not allowed!" I warned her.

"Hmph..." She pushed her glasses and said with a grin: "The final of the county conference is enough. The two rivals on the court are in the steamy bathroom and locker room after the game...Hmph..." As if she couldn't hold it any longer, Yuka covered her mouth lightly and laughed softly.

enough.do not do that.I will be killed.

"It's decided, the continuation of the seaside hotel." She walked to the door quickly, and wrote something in the notebook, and the frenzied smile when she left is still unforgettable to me: "Don't worry, Li Yang, I will let MAKI treat you gently KENJI, let them be sweet...hehehehe..."

So, when Mu Shen came in the afternoon, I covered myself in the quilt.

Out of shame.

"Fujiwara?" He pulled the quilt. "What's wrong with you? Do you need me to call a doctor for you?" I was afraid that he would really call the doctor and ruin the rare chance to get along, so a carp flung itself out of the quilt.

This turn gave the emperor of Kanagawa high school basketball a head-butt.

... I didn't expect him to bow his body and push his head up, hitting his head.

"Ugh!" Mu Shenyi didn't expect my movements to be so big, he covered his head with both hands and backed away in pain. "Hold, I'm sorry!" I rolled over and got out of bed to help him, but he raised his hand and refused.

"Fujiwara, you, you stay still and don't move, I'm fine..." He pulled the chair and sat down, maintaining the posture of holding his head, propping his elbows on his knees and inhaling "hissing".

It hurts just to look at it!

"I'm sorry, Amu, I didn't expect you..."

You are so close to me.

He put down his hand, looked at me with a wry smile, his hair was messed up: "Fujiwara, your head is really hard, doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," I shook my head. "It was my skull that touched you just now. The skull is very hard and I don't feel anything. But you...the top of your head is very fragile..." I leaned out and touched the top of his head , and smoothed out his hair by the way.

He dodged back subconsciously and ran his hands through his hair. I was too embarrassed to continue touching, so I took my hands back.

I can touch his ass without shame, but I dare not touch his head casually.I always thought that touching one's head would only be done by a person with a good relationship, and I didn't have the confidence to develop a relationship with him.

It was a little cold for a while.

I caught a glimpse of his bag on the ground and asked him:

"What books did you bring me today?" The bag looked bulging as if it was stuffed with a lot of things.

"Book?" He repeated as if he didn't realize it. "Ah, books... yes, I brought you books..." He opened his bag and searched for a long time, and took out a copy of "Flowers of Evil".

"Baudelaire?" I was a little confused. Mu Shenyi likes poetry?What a discovery!

"Don't you like it?" He looked at me and then at the book in his hand. "I don't like it..." Mu Shenyi said seriously: "I always thought you liked Western literature, but I was wrong."

Why the expression of analyzing the situation of the game...

"Why do you think I like Western literature? I've been borrowing Luanbu's books all the time. As a classmate sitting behind me, you don't care too much about me!" While complaining, I took the opportunity to pat him on the thigh twice.

"I have read Ranbu's book to you, but..." Mu Shenyi looked apologetic. "You don't seem to like it, but every time Kanzaki reads to you, you respond. I asked Kanzaki what book she read to you every time. She said it was Western literature."

He shrugged and said helplessly: "It turns out that I didn't understand what Shenzaki meant. Fortunately, you..." He paused at this point, "Just tell me what book you want to read, and I'll bring it to you."

Oh... still mind not being able to help me.Oh my god, Amu, how could you seduce me with such an expression full of responsibility!

foul!foul!foul!foul!

If you do it again, you'll leave, you know?

lied to you.

"Oh," I waved my hand, "Forget about books, let's play games! Come on, give me your hand."

"Ah, good." He held out his right hand.I grabbed his hand and turned it over, palm up, my nails scraping the thin calluses on his palm.

It was this hand that held me tightly in the dark, and dispelled the pain and numbness at that time with the warmth of the palm.

I asked him to put his fingers together, pinch the fingertips together to form a spindle, and then pinched the front of his fingers with my right hand.

"This is a game my dad liked to play with me when I was young, but my hands don't have much strength now, so the effect may not be very obvious." While talking, I alternated my hands, pressing and pinching all the way along his fingers Press down to push the blood as far as possible towards the wrist.His hands are very big, and it is difficult to exert strength. In addition, my muscle strength has not recovered now, so it is very hard to pinch.

Mu Shenyi looked very confused at first, but gradually he seemed to understand, and his expression became relaxed.

I squeezed all the way to his wrist, put my two hands together around the wrist to press the blood vessels, and said to him: "Okay, open your hands." He stretched out his five fingers, and his hands were bloodless due to the pressing.I let go of my hand, and the blood squeezed on my wrist quickly flowed to my fingertips, and my hand, which was white just now, turned red like blood.

"How? It's fun!" I asked him proudly, shaking my sore hands.

"Well, it's really interesting," he nodded, flexing his wrist. "I can feel the blood flowing, itching."

"It would be better if your hands were smaller." I poked him to refill with blood