[Net King+Ib] Reverse the destiny

Hocho Taro tightly grasped the white rose in his hand, not caring about the small thorns on it, just thinking not to lose the rose.

Because...he just saw...

It is said on the wall that when the rose withers, his life will also decay...

Besides, when the rose lost its petals just now, he was in so much pain!

Those words should not be false.

Therefore, he must protect his roses!

Thinking of this, Hocho Taro ran faster and faster——

Who let there be a scary guy behind!

At first, he thought the woman in the blue dress was just a more realistic painting!who knows……

As soon as he got close to the picture, the picture suddenly shook violently. He subconsciously stepped back, and when he regained his composure...

A half of a woman's body emerged from the frame. The woman was wearing a blue dress, her hair was loose, and she was crawling on the ground with her teeth and claws open, crawling towards him!

The speed at which that woman crawls is simply amazing!

that is!

Before Feng Changtaro could think of a suitable adjective, something suddenly tripped over his foot—because of his inertia, he couldn't control his body at all, so he just fell forward.

Ruined!

That woman will definitely not make him feel better!

Countless scenes of female ghosts brutally killing people in horror movies flashed through Feng Chotaro's mind——

But this woman just snatched his rose with a ferocious smile!

...Should I say lucky?

Rose lost, in fact, will not be what kind of it?

He watched stiffly as the woman snatched his rose and crawled back to the edge of the wall where she had been.

Then he used all his strength to open the door in front of him, and ran desperately——

It shouldn't be a big deal if the rose is lost, right?

Ibrahimovic has dreamed many times, the scene standing in front of this painting.

The title of the painting is "Eternal Grace" and it depicts a pale blue vase.Next to the painting, there is a vase that looks exactly like the one in the painting.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, feeling the cold warmth under her fingertips.

Inside this vase, there is never-ending water.

The appearance of this vase represents the appearance of Garry.

Her gaze wandered to the right... At the beginning, it was there that she met Garry who fell to the ground in pain and couldn't even lift his head.

Memories flooded her face like a flood, it was so powerful, it was so suffocating to her.

She didn't have the courage to continue.

What if... what if I didn't see Garry anytime soon?

Will she just break down like this?

she does not know.

Ibrahimovic just stood there blankly with full of fear of the unknown, touching the light blue vase with empty eyes.

Garry...

"Sato...san...?"

Ibrahimovic's pupils contracted suddenly—this voice!

Ho Cho Taro!

Her five fingers touching the vase tightened at the same time, turning into a gesture of tightly grasping the mouth of the vase.

Turning around, the white-haired boy with a shy smile was slowly falling down.

"Feng..." Ibrahimovic murmured his name, and watched him fall to the ground, and then the boy tried his best to raise his head: "Sato-san...you have to be careful...the door behind me...uh... ..."

The young man didn't finish his sentence, and grunted with a pale face.

"I know." Ibrahimovic let go of the hand holding the vase, "There... there is a scary woman with half of her body exposed outside the frame crawling on the ground, crawling over to grab your roses, right?"

"Hey... um... why are you... ah..."

"Okay, don't talk anymore." Ibrahimovic interrupted him, "Wait for me here."

"Hey... Sato..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy saw that Sato Ibrahimovic walked in front of him step by step.

that direction...

It was going to the room where he stayed just now!

Sato-san!do not go!

Although he was shouting like that in his heart, he couldn't say a word because of the severe pain coming from nowhere in his body.

Now, he didn't even have the courage to move his fingers.

It hurts so much...

"Crack——" Turn the doorknob and open the door. At the end of the room, the woman in blue with her upper body outside the broken picture frame is clutching the rose in her hand.

White Rose.

He and Feng are really a good match.

Although he was still pretending to be relaxed in his heart, Ibrahimovic's palms were already oozing cold sweat.

horrible……

So scary...horrible...

I don't want to go... don't want to go...

But, I have to go.

For the boy behind him.That kind, wonderful boy.

That boy who, like Garry, once made me feel warm.

I must go and get his rose back.

Ibrahimovic clenched his fists.She walked slowly, firmly, and cautiously, trying to get close to the eerie woman in blue.

"!"

Suddenly, the woman in blue stopped pulling the flower petals and shifted her gaze to Ibrahimovic.

Ibrahimovic was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he stopped trying to move forward.

The woman in blue smiled ferociously, threw the rose with few petals left in her hand, and quickly crawled towards Ibrahimovic!

Ibrahimovic hurried up the steps on one side, and the woman in blue climbed up with difficulty. Ibrahimovic jumped down the steps directly, rushed to pick up the white rose, turned around and rushed towards the door desperately.

This picture frame can't go through the door... She has to open the door and get out of here before the picture frame catches her!

"Crack-"

Ibrahimovic turned the doorknob, she quickly went out, and slammed the door——

saved!

horrible!that frame...

She sighed in pain.

Who knew that just as he regained his composure, he met the magnified face of a person——

Ibrahimovic's heart skipped a beat.

After her heartbeat returned to normal, she realized that the person in front of her...

"Garry...?"

That wakame-like purple hair, and the tattered coat with frayed edges...

"Garry!" Ibrahimovic hugged him in surprise.

It's been five years!

Garry...we haven't seen each other for five years!

The little girl who used to only reach Garry's chest was now only a little shorter than Garry, and could easily wrap her arms around his neck and cry in his arms.

"Garry...you're still..."

You're still here... that's fine...

The girl who buried her head on Garry's neck did not see his surprised eyes, and the flash of sadness in his eyes.

"IB...? Are you, IB?"

Hearing such a friendly voice, Ibrahimovic laughed through tears. She let go, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes casually, looked at him and said, "Well, I am IB."

Garry looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him, and smiled softly: "Is that so... IB is already so old..."

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears that Ibrahimovic did not wipe off: "Okay, don't cry anymore. If you do this again, people will be embarrassed. It makes you worry about others again."

Ibrahimovic didn't say anything, watching Garry couldn't stop curling his lips.

But... a certain part of my heart is faintly uneasy...

She seems to have forgotten something?

Garry suddenly shifted his gaze to the white rose in Ibrahimovic's hand. He looked at the rose and asked, "Ibrahimovic...isn't your rose red?"

"Ah?" Ibrahimovic didn't respond.

Then she looked at the white rose in her hand following Garry's eyes, and explained clearly: "This is not mine. It belongs to another person in the art gallery... He is just like you back then, drawn by that blue rose." The frame has stolen the rose."

"..." Garry remained silent, just staring at the rose, wondering what he was thinking.

"By the way! I'll take you to meet him!" Ibra took Garry's hand and walked towards the direction he remembered, "That guy is one of my juniors, he is as kind and considerate as you. "

"……yes."

The tone is flat, as if the owner of the voice is not happy.

Ibrahimovic turned to look at Garry strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Garry, are you feeling well?"

"...Nope." Garry smiled, "I'm just curious, what kind of person is he?"

"That's it." Ibrahimovic nodded, indicating that he understood.

But I still have some doubts...

Seeing the boy at her feet, she let go of Garry's hand, passed the boy and walked directly towards the light blue vase: "That guy on the ground is my junior..."

Put the nearly wilted roses in a vase, and the roses will bloom again.

Garry stared at the boy on the ground, and said in a low voice, "This is their business! Don't worry about it!"

Ibrahimovic took out the blooming white roses.

Feng Changtaro propped up his body... just now, all the pain in his body disappeared inexplicably.

How strange.

A moment of pain, a moment of no pain...

Ibrahimovic put the rose in his hand in front of the young man who was still thinking, and said, "Still distracted? Hurry up and put away the rose, let's go."

"Ah? Ah. Okay, Sato-san." Hochotaro came back to his senses and took his own white rose, "That... this rose..."

"Be sure to put it away." A male voice came from nowhere and said, "This is very important."

Hochotaro turned his head and saw a man with purple hair.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seems to be some strange emotion flashing in the man's eyes.

Years of habit made him immediately say: "Yes, thank you for reminding me."

Ibrahimovic walked in the front, seeing that neither of them followed, he turned his attention to them: "Garry, Feng, are you still leaving?"

"Sorry for keeping Sato-san waiting for a long time." Hochotaro apologized and chased after him.

Garry hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"By the way...you don't know each other yet." Ibrahimovic clapped his hands, "Let me introduce each other to you."

"Hey, he's Hocho Taro, a second-year Japanese junior high school student from our school."

"Feng, his name is Garry."

Compared with Hochotaro's introduction, Ibrahimovic's introduction to Garry is simply succinct.

In fact...it's not that Ibrahimovic is biased, but that she really only knows so much.

Regarding other things about Garry, she did remember:

Garry came to the art museum alone at the time, because he felt that he could appreciate art well alone; Garry seemed to be interested in sweets, and once told Ibrahimovic that after he went out, he would invite Ibrahimovic to eat macarons from a certain store... …

But there's no need to explain such trivial things to Hocho Taro in detail, right?

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Speaking of QAQ, why don’t you guess what IB forgot?