I saw the countdown to their death

Miyajima Qingluan walked quickly to the cafeteria. Although she still had an expressionless and indifferent face, her faster and faster pace betrayed her eagerness.

Go downstairs, change indoor shoes to outdoor shoes again, and go straight to the cafeteria across the atrium.

The students carrying the dinner plates kept shuttling in front of their eyes, and the noisy conversation echoed in their ears. Miyajima Qingluan scanned the crowd eating in the cafeteria like a torch, and his eyes lit up after a while.

A figure who has just finished eating, is leisurely strolling with a plate in his hand, and is walking towards the window seat, who is the boy who made me wonder all night?

Miyajima Qingluan just wanted to walk over quickly, but suddenly paused, there were two companions behind him, the one wearing glasses did not recognize him, and the blond boy with shorter blond hair was impressive, the only first-year mixed-race boy in the school, but The long one is not good-looking, it seems to be called 'Kenta Tomino'.

Kenta Tomino has visited the Kyudo Club a few times and is currently applying to join the club. However, he looks impetuous and doesn’t seem to really like Kyudo. He said he was visiting the Kyudo Club. In fact, he has been looking at himself or other girls. aim.

Because his purpose is not pure, so he never signed the agreement. He originally planned to persuade him to leave if he still "visited" the next day, but the night before...

Miyajima Qingluan frowned, so these two are his friends?

How can a teenager be friends with this kind of person?Seeing his bruised nose and swollen eyes, who beat him so badly?

But in the next second, Miyajima Qingluan's brows eased. Since they are friends, he must have misunderstood him.So she took another step and walked to the window seat.

"A Wu, didn't you just give out the scholarship? Why are you eating these again?"

As soon as he walked behind, and before he had time to say hello, Miyajima Qingluan heard Kenta Tomino's doubtful question, so he subconsciously looked at the boy's dinner plate... Then his pupils shrank slightly, and he froze in place, happy His mood also turned into doubt in an instant, and there was also a faint trace of uneasiness.

The boy's dinner plate can't be said to be ordinary, to describe it as shabby is flattering.

The bowls for serving dishes are empty, except for the largest bowl filled with white rice, and a small plate is placed next to the plate, containing the daily free appetizer 'zukemo' (pickled vegetables).

There is a small plastic bowl on the other side of the dinner plate, and there is a bowl of miso soup in the bowl. This soup is also free... This set can be done for one or two hundred yen.

Pickles, rice, miso soup...is this his lunch?

why?

The boy bought himself a variety of medicinal materials stewed with pig heart soup and pigeon soup.Stir-fry Chinese food for himself, buy chicken legs, fried eggs...but this is what he eats?

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't help it."

The young man sighed helplessly, and explained: "My family is sick, so I sent back all the scholarships, and I have been busy with some things on leave these days, which resulted in the loss of my job."

Suddenly, Miyajima Qingluan's mind buzzed, his thoughts went blank, and his body shook slightly.

My family members were sick, so I sent back all the scholarships... I have been on leave these days and I have been busy with some things, so I lost my job?It turned out that he lost his action!

What is he doing these days?Busy taking care of myself, so I lost my job by continuously taking time off work!

Miyajima Qingluan's breathing stagnates, and in an instant, a soreness that has never been felt in his chest overflows, and there is a faint heart-wrenching pain, as if there is an invisible hand, pinching his heart forcefully.

She opened her mouth tremblingly, and murmured silently, "For... the bounty."

That night, I put the knife on his neck and asked him what his purpose was... He said that it was true for the bounty.

Although it is not clear why he appeared at the corner of the street, he did take the risk of capturing the "killer" for the bounty, but he mistakenly regarded himself as a murderer as a victim of being chased, but found that after he was shot, He chose to save himself without hesitation.

"So...that's it..."

It turned out that the family members were sick and needed money!

Miyajima Qingluan bit her lower lip firmly, tried her best to suppress the turbulent waves in her heart, turned around trembling and sat on the empty seat on his back, and quietly listened to the next conversation between him and his friend.

Uremia, mother, must find a job again...

In the following conversation, he spoke out the secret in a relaxed tone, but those key words were like sharp steel needles, mercilessly piercing into Miyajima Qingluan's heart, which was a real piercing. Heartbroken, it hurts so hard to breathe.

Guilt, apology, self-blame... The little excitement that I was looking forward to meeting at first caused waves when I saw his shabby dinner plate, but now, it is even more like a stormy wave hitting Miyajima Qingluan's nerves, and she is almost out of breath But I'm angry.

Miyajima Qingluan lowered her head, staring blankly at the table with blank eyes.

I was resisted by him, and I exposed my identity as a 'murderer' with a knife on his neck, and passed out after taking out the bullet.

But when I opened my eyes the next day, what I saw was not the white ceiling in the ward, but the yellowed ceiling and old chandeliers, and there was no police guarding me...

Your mother is sick, the murderer is in a coma, and you can get a reward of 1000 million if you hand her over, but he didn't do it, why... I watched the news on my mobile phone after I got home, the information was only released by the police yesterday.

Where did he learn these secrets and choose to hide criminals just because of them?Or is it pure compassion?

They were still talking behind the scenes, but Miyajima Qingluan could no longer hear clearly, and a huge heartache and emotion filled his chest, making him uncomfortable and worried.

In the past few days, he bought medicine and bandages and took good care of himself.Eat his, live in his, wear his clothes, occupy his bed, and finally he left [-] yen for himself as travel expenses.

Miyajima Qingluan trembled, and took out a stack of banknotes from the small side pocket of the pleated skirt. The fare for going home in the morning and coming to school at noon scattered the [-] yuan bills.

At this moment, she recalled the two pieces of paper that she had stuck in the 'Shidao Essentials' after returning home, and those words also came to mind again.

'God gave us a heart of compassion, but didn't give us the ability to relieve suffering. Obviously we are living unsatisfactory lives, but we don't see all kinds of suffering in this world. '

Yes, it is clear that your life is unsatisfactory, but you can't see yourself suffering... You sent the scholarship to your family and took care of yourself with the rest of the living expenses, but what about you?Obviously no money to eat.

Miyajima Qingluan's vision became blurred, her chest seemed to be pressed by something, and it became difficult to breathe.

No wonder you asked about your family, you were vague and confused, so it was because of this!Why don't you say anything?Are you afraid of blaming yourself?

Why, you don't tell me anything.

Miyajima Qingluan stood up, turned around and walked behind the young man, staring blankly at his back... His eyes became red, and tears blurred his vision.

The bustling cafeteria seemed to have become quieter, and the crowd walking back and forth seemed to be no longer dazzling. At this moment, nothing was important, and she only had the boy in her eyes.

She gently opened her hand, and stopped the boy from behind.

"Young man... why don't you tell me anything..."

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An unfamiliar fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, and the indescribable softness and uncontrollable weight pressed on the top of the head. At the same time, his neck was tightly wrapped around his neck from behind.

Hojo Satoru, who was stunned by the fruit, raised his head in a daze... What blinded my eyes?

Ah, it turned out to be justice!

The students who shuttled through the cafeteria with their plates, or sat at the dining table in twos and threes, seemed to have been pressed the pause button. For a while, the originally noisy cafeteria was silent.

"Clap."

"laugh……"

Then, a hysterical howl broke the silence of the cafeteria, like a dog urinating indiscriminately and being hit on the head with a stick, whining, whining, shrill, and extremely penetrating.

"Ow-eyes, my eyes!!! Ow-paper! Paper! Water, give me water!!! Ow-"

The young man in youth who was beaten into a pig's head covered his face with one hand and wailed in pain, while the other hand frantically pulled the arm of the glasses beside him, almost rolling on the ground!

And the eldest son of the Yakumo family, who is performing the mad dragon spit beard, is as immovable as a mountain.

Master Yakumo silently put down his chopsticks and lowered his head, carefully trying to pull out the two thick, hot, salty udon noodles in his nostrils like pulling his nose.

"juvenile……"

Miyajima Qingluan burst into tears, murmured her exclusive title softly, and at the same time held her arms tighter and tighter.

Hojo Satoru finally came to his senses at this moment, and his mind went blank with a buzz.He put down his raised neck dumbly, and regained his sight.

Except that Hall B next door is still hot, you can hear needles falling in Hall A, and everyone's eyes are locked on this side wherever they look.

What was that feeling like?

It's like a criminal being chased to a dead end by the police, relying on superb parkour techniques, tossing left and right and using his strength to climb over the wall.But as soon as her feet landed, Nima was hit by a bright light. At the same time, a large group of policemen squatted in front of them holding guns, and their bodies were densely covered with red spots.

What kind of situation is it at this time? Miyajima Qingluan fell into her own world, crying while hugging the bewildered Hojo Satoru.

The gloomy man with glasses on the opposite side was carefully pulling the udon noodles in his nasal cavity. Next to him was a short man with yellow hair pulling and howling. No one said anything, just listen to him howling.

If someone took a photo from the side at this time, it would definitely be a world famous painting!

To suffer!

Hojo Wuxin was taken aback, and was about to speak...but a fun person walked by.

Leziren came, Leziren stopped, and Leziren took out his phone...

"Crack!"

Le Ziren left.

Hojo Satoru was stunned, what the hell are you in Yuejian...

"Crack, click, click, click, click, click, click, click..."

Because Japanese sneak shots are rampant, the mobile phones sold in Japan cannot be muted when taking pictures.

And when the sudden clicking sound sounded, like a wake-up call for melon eaters, everyone took out their mobile phones one after another. For a while, only the dense shutter sound of canteen A restaurant remained.

What caused this consequence?

Because there are few students in Japanese high schools, there are three grades in the school, and there are six AF classes in each grade, with 30 students in each class.

If Yuejianli is the ceiling of beauty in the first grade, Qingluan Miyajima is in the second grade. Although the charm value is a little different, but in terms of appearance alone, Hojo Satoru really can't tell the difference between the senior sister, but the style is not the same. Just the same.

But the same is the flower of Gaoling, Yue Jianli has just entered school for more than a month, everyone only heard that the youngest daughter of the chairman of the Uesaki Foundation is studying in class A of the first grade, many people have never seen it at all.

Miyajima Qingluan, who has been studying here for a year, is different. She is not only a highly professional club minister, but also won the school's first championship since its establishment.

She was forced to speak on stage last year, although only a few dry words.

So Miyajima Qingluan received a lot of love letters last year, but because of almost indiscriminate rejections, coupled with this cold temper, few people would look for frustration now.

The school does not advocate love, but it does not explicitly oppose it. It is normal for high school students in Japan to fall in love, and occasionally they will see some intimate behaviors in the cherry blossom trees in the atrium.

If it's not too much, for example, if it's just holding hands or something, the discipline officers of the student union don't bother to care about it. If it's other couples, everyone will at most just say a word, secretly scolding the current explosion and it's over.

But hugging directly in public, isn't it a bit too intimate?

Who is that?Head of the archery department? !

Miyajima Qingluan crying with her arms around a boy?What a fucking international joke!

Who in the bow department has not been tortured by her?That woman was even more outrageous than Old Antique Tian Yuan who taught Mandarin.

Have you ever seen that the team member's unqualified hit rate is kept until eight o'clock?Even with finger protectors, my hands were still swollen the next day.

As you can see, the little girl in the first grade was crying, sobbing and drawing a bow and shooting arrows, while the Iron Maiden, with a dark and expressionless face, spoke the main points beside her with a blank expression.

Don't practice anymore?It’s okay if you don’t practice anymore, now that you walk out of the dojo, you won’t need to use it tomorrow, the minister has the right to kick people, anyway, the archery department is supported by her alone, and the instructors are afraid of her three points.

When she was here, she could still win a single champion, but if she quit the bow department, it would be useless. Let's drink tea and chat together.

If the new school has no background, it is flawed.

The second grader is shooting Miyajima Qingluan, but the first grader is shooting Hojo Satoru, both of whom are celebrities.

That's Hojo from Class B, right? !The second in the whole grade, Hojo who was specially recruited to raise the overall average, right?Hojo receives many love letters every week, but no matter who confesses, he will be rejected, right?

Didn't he say that he didn't fall in love in high school?How could a senior sister cry so badly?With tears streaming down their cheeks, and the act of hugging them actively, it is impossible to say that they were rejected just because they confessed their love, there must be a story between them!

It turns out that it's not that this little boy doesn't like dating, but that he likes seniors!

Melon, big melon!Absolutely familiar, Princess Wind Chime even ran to take pictures... Huh?Why does Princess Wind Chime seem to know him too?

But why do many girls like that guy? He has good grades and looks handsome. He is optimistic, cheerful, humorous, unassuming, good-tempered, and has no bad habits. He is amazing!

How could it be repaired, who is that senior sister from the Ou School! ! !

Therefore, if this situation unfolds normally, it is usually the hero who pulls the heroine and flees immediately. Everyone also thinks that Hojo Satoru will pull Miyajima Qingluan's hand and flee immediately, so the blatant click is just as the saying goes. Responsibility for everyone, you can't be asked for trouble one by one afterwards.

But it's a shame.

Hey, Lin Bei won't leave yet, I'll just sit here, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else!What to shoot, what's wrong with hugging between friends?The subordinates can still talk to the boss, come and embarrass with Lin Bei!

Well, the people in the crowd holding their phones were stunned. After taking the photo, they took back their phones awkwardly. Two boys in the same class even winked at Hojo Satoru.

Then the cafeteria in Hall A became noisy again, the whispering hum.

"Sister, come and wipe away your tears."

Hojo Satoru reluctantly pulled away the senior sister's hand, took out a tissue from his pocket, stood up and wiped the senior sister's tears, and pulled her to sit beside him.

"Why don't you take another day off?"

Miyajima Qingluan had also calmed down a little at this time, and said bluntly, "I want to see you, so I'm here."

The corner of Hojo Satoru's mouth twitched, and he looked at Kenta Tomino who had stopped howling. His left eye was reddened by the chili oil, but he still didn't stop his right eye from turning around.

He shrank his neck and carefully looked at the man and woman opposite him.

A few days ago, Goku didn't even know the name of Miyajima-senpai, and then two days later he came to ask some questions, and two days later they hugged each other?Even light novels dare not write like this!

Miyajima-senpai seems to be such a good strategist?This flower bloomed on a high mountain piled up with corpses!

I wanted to see you, so I came here.