[Net King] Fireworks

The girl lying on the hospital bed is as quiet as a painting.

Sunlight and curtain shadows danced over her with the breeze.

The drops fell from the thin transparent tube and slowly penetrated into the pale skin.

In this room that seems to be stagnant in time and space, there are only subtle and silent fluctuations of the green lines on the instrument.

but……

The white shadow stared mockingly at the words 'Nishi Yuanyang' beside the hospital bed, and slowly frowned.

Under the clear blue sky, the breeze blew across the vibrant grass, and the cheerful birds flapped their wings and flew to the distance. The high-rise buildings in the distance glowed with cold mechanical light in the sun, and the whole city was full of traffic.

"If she dies. Then, who am I?"

"This answer may be a bit impolite, but—" Although the young man said this, there was no sign of embarrassment at all, "I also want to know who you are?"

"You don't know me." The girl touched his tennis bag with her hand - she passed it through without a doubt, without any real effect, "No way, I seem to be a celebrity."

"A little worse than me." The boy said.

"That's acquaintance." The girl turned to poking the green ball with her pale fingertips.

The boy took the tennis ball a little farther away, and sat in front of the window with his chin propped up. The gentle wind blew the tips of his lavender hair, his side face was quiet and melancholy in the morning sun, like a sad piano piece.

"This metaphor sucks." The boy sighed. "The subjective emotion of sadness doesn't belong to the song, it belongs to the player. It's not me who is sad now, but you."

"It's impolite to argue with girls about logic."

The young man stroked his chin as if realizing something, "Information [-], you are a girl."

"You know so much." The girl said calmly.

"Don't blame me," the boy adjusted his posture, facing the light and shadow in front of him with an innocent expression, "you are a white mass in my eyes, and it is difficult to recognize."

'Bai Tuan' was silent for a minute, then said quietly, "Cut."

"Message two, you don't like me." The boy said again.

"Say something useful."

"That's already the most striking feature."

The young man's index finger lightly brushed Liu Hai in front of his forehead, raised his eyes and smiled—there was a 'bang' sound, and the girl who was peeking at the bookcase not far away disappeared—gray dust splashed on the ground.

"Li Hai, there are only a handful of girls who don't like me. To be humble, there are only three."

The girl had blue veins on her forehead, "Where is your humility?"

"Originally there was only one, but in order not to appear arrogant, I added two more candidates." The boy explained.

"I think you've failed."

The teenager shrugged.

"If I'm not wrong, you should be Nishihara Central... Ah, should I add honorifics? I think you won't care now."

"...You are so hypocritical."

"That's right," the boy smiled and narrowed his eyes, with a look of 'I don't care what you say', "Anyway, you can't tell others."

Satoshi Nishihara held out his middle finger.

"Don't act unladylike, Nishihara-senpai."

"Hey!" Nishihara became angry, "Didn't you say you can't see me!"

"..." The young man showed an indignant expression, "You really did it? It's not good."

"Hehe." Xi Yuanyang laughed dryly, turned his head and left.

"Maybe I can help you," the boy said suddenly before she walked out of the library, "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Yukimura Seichi."

[December [-]th.

Monday, sunny.

Bring back a funny ghost. ]

Yukimura Seiichi put down his pen, "Nishihara, it's hard for me to write while you stand by."

"Oh, the secret of puberty." The tone was slightly sarcastic, and the girl showed no sign of retreating.

"You are too bright, dazzling." Yukimura retorted calmly, "And if I remember correctly, you should be younger than me by a whole school year."

"You remembered wrong."

"..." Yukimura couldn't bear to close the diary, "Okay, let's discuss your problem."

Nishihara obediently gave up a seat, Yukimura stood up, pushed open the door, "Risa, bring me a glass of milk."

"Shameless." Nishihara looked at Loli, who was only seven or eight years old, and happily jumped in with a glass, "My own sister can also be enslaved."

"Good boy." Yukimura stroked his sister's hair and watched her go out, "Message three, only I can see you."

"I think I've told you that."

"I thought our family would have some strange talent." Yukimura shook his head regretfully, "Sure enough, I'm the only one with talent."

"..." You are the only one with advanced narcissism, Yukimura Daiichi.

Yukimura put down the milk cup that was left because his younger sister jumped all the way in—Nishihara was very convinced at this moment that they were really a family, and frowned, "Is it because I am the number one in Japan?"

"Number one narcissist."

"Do you know Keigo Atobe?"

"Do not."

"I don't know."

"..."

Satisfied, Yukimura continued, "Apart from your name, what else do you remember?"

"I am dead."

"It's late at night, don't make it too scary."

"...Cut." Central Nishihara's voice revealed an uneasy feeling of being exposed, "I was in a hospital when I woke up."

"What hospital?"

"forget."

Yukimura applauded: "Very useful information."

"Sarcasm about me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you couldn't hear it." Yukimura Seiichi spread his hands with an innocent look, "I can only blame Nishihara for being too smart."

Nishihara nodded subconsciously, and reacted half a second later.

--"roll."

"Well," Yukimura pondered for a moment, then looked up at her reverently, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"...Enough is enough, Yukimura Seiichi! I'm not dead yet!"

"According to your current situation, maybe it will be soon."

For the second time, Nishihara felt that what he said was quite reasonable.

"Well, I have a companion who might have some information about you."

At the end of this sentence, Yukimura Seiichi turned off the light in the room, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm sleepy."

Nishihara Central silently pricked the villain in the corner.

Yukimura Seiichi turned over.

Nishihara paused for a moment and continued to stab.

Yukimura Seiichi turned over again.

Central Nishihara dismissed the villain in his mind, and looked out of the window sadly—almost forgot that if something happened to Seiki Yukimura, she would also suffer.

"Nishihara."

Nishihara looked at the boy on the bed. His eyes were closed, as if I was already sound asleep.The slender eyelashes trembled slightly on the white jade-like face, and finally slowly lifted the eyelids, revealing the clear eyes.

"It's okay to lean closer."

"Don't you think I'm too dazzling?"

"I don't like it." Yukimura Seichi replied decisively, "But if you feel scared, I can sacrifice myself."

"..."

Nishihara was expressionless, "Thank you, I'm so scared."

Then she walked towards Yukimura's big bed, facing the boy straight up, thinking in her heart: I'll kill you.

The author has something to say: First of all, get down on the ground and confess to Akami, the pigeon kneeling for so long should no longer work [manual bye]

As a good friend, she will definitely forgive me!

The cover and title are all done by her!Beautiful or not!