[Net King] Please regret

Looking at Flowers in the Mist|No.1

Naturally, she was going to send Yukimura Seiichi off.

Matsuura came to the door of Yukimura's ward early in the morning but refused to open the door to enter, she was waiting.

——Although even she herself didn't know what she was waiting for.

Maybe she was waiting for the boy in this room to finally be pushed into the operating room and be enchanted to sleep peacefully like she was before, but she thought again, this boy was luckier than her.

After all, he still has the right to choose.

But you see, she has nothing.

No one can stop her, she just wants to be so paranoid, pessimistic and self-pitying.

I don't know when the operating room was already crowded with people.The teenagers wearing the same team uniform almost surrounded Yukimura Seiichi neatly without leaving any gaps.

"Where is Sanada?" Yukimura Seichi asked.

Jackal Kuwahara held up Genichiro Sanada's team uniform, "Here—" the uniform was in the air like a flag marking their will, but it didn't move at all, even the corners of the clothes didn't waver.

It was just held tightly in Kuwahara's hands.

Yukimura Seiichi nodded slightly.

Matsuura looked at the scene with a blank face, only thinking in his heart - even at this critical moment of life and death, what you care about most is still winning or losing.

Still just, your victory.

"Then let's see if it's you or God who wins, Yukimura-kun."

Matsuura Yu's voice was almost completely muffled in his nasal cavity, and only a faint moan remained when he said it.

The warning lights outside the operating room never went out.

Matsuura Yu looked at Yukimura Seiichi who was finally pushed into the operating room with an oxygen mask and protective clothing tightly wrapped, and finally said coldly:

"I hope it's not your dead body that comes out of the operating room in the end."

Yukimura kept his eyes closed all the time, not sure if he heard Matsuura Yu's words clearly.

And Matsuura also had her eyes closed at this moment, her body was leaning against the wheelchair, her head was tilted back and lightly touched the white and cold wall, she only felt a piercing and thorough coolness, and nothing else.

The cue light outside the operating room was still bright, she knew it.

"Hey, were you cursing our minister just now?" Although the voice was lowered, the voice from the boy's mouth was still aggressive.

He had just recognized the girl in front of him, and he was still full of apologies when he remembered the collision last time, but the blessing she said just now seemed too inauspicious.

—May you not become a corpse.

May you not die.

Matsuura raised his eyes, and all he saw was a head of curly black hair—it was the boy from last time.

Even though she recognized the young man, she was not in the mood to mention what happened last time and answer his angry words just now.

"I hope he can come out alive," Matsuura Yu's voice was extremely indifferent, without even a trace of anger, unlike the boy who was staring at her with open eyes, "do you want me to curse him to death?"

"You!...I, I didn't mean that..." Such blunt and blunt words obviously made Kirihara Chi also a little at a loss, but he didn't have any words to refute, and his face turned red instantly.

Until Liu Lian'er finally spoke, "Chi Ye, please be quiet."

Kirihara hurriedly nodded and stepped aside, "...Yes." The atmosphere suddenly became serious and silent again.

Yeah, how can you not be serious.The people in there are wrestling with God.

Their Minister - the Son of God.

After all, Matsuura did not wait until he saw Yukimura Seiichi come out alive and safe.

Her patience was gone early in the morning, the moment she was wheeled out of the operating room alive, the moment she knew she had lost her legs.

All she has to wait for is a result, and there are already enough people watching this process, so she is certainly not missing.

Furthermore, what does Yukimura Seiichi's life and death have to do with her?

Thinking about Matsuura Yu, she began to slide the wheelchair and left.

It was late, and as soon as she stepped onto the rooftop, she was dyed the color of dusk and blended into the dusk of the dusk.

After that, she began to stay on the rooftop every day and night, unwilling to leave for an hour, a quarter, a half, a half, and a half.

She is waiting, has been waiting.Although she was extremely disgusted and tired of this waiting, she didn't know what else to do besides waiting—what else to do with her crippled body.

It wasn't until the boy who was as happy as her on the rooftop set foot on this territory again that Matsuura Yu finally restrained her cold silence.

"Matsuura-san, long time no see."

When the young man's gentle and jade-like voice slowly sounded behind her and pierced into her ears, her eyes were blurred.It seemed that she was in the towering mountains surrounded by clouds and mist that could not dissipate for a long time, so that she couldn't even hear these three extremely familiar words.

"Yukimura-kun."

Yukimura Seiichi sat on the bench that already existed on the roof, and Matsuura Yu stepped back a little, retreating from the edge of the roof to keep him at the same level as him.

As the distance got closer, Matsuura Yucai noticed that Yukimura Seiichi was always smiling.

"It's a dream, Matsuura-san." Yukimura also didn't give Matsuura Yu half a moment to think and hesitate, so he popped up such an inexplicable sentence, which made Matsuura Yu slightly stunned for a few seconds.

After reacting, Matsuura rubbed his hands subconsciously, the rooftop near the night was somewhat cool, "...what?"

"Why should one be afraid of death—this is my answer."

The evening breeze was cool, and Matsuura suddenly remembered the desolate wind when she asked him this question that day, as now, the two of them were in the thin air, and the frequency and amplitude of the hair shaking were exactly the same and synchronized to almost the same .

However, after all, it is different.

Matsuura smiled stiffly, "Really?"

"But Yukimura-kun, I don't think so."

She slightly turned her face away, facing the opposite direction from Yukimura's boy.

I don't know if I want to avoid this topic or I really don't want to mention the issue of life and death, Matsuura Yu stopped talking, the corners of his stiff lips raised a little, and it seemed that he was no longer so false, "By the way, I heard that You lost the game that day."

She was probably going to put on that mask with a flowery smile again.

What Matsuura Yu said was of course the Kanto competition.

This time Yukimura Seiichi's smile froze, but it was only a few seconds, "I won't let this happen again," his eyes were firm and burning, "Lihai's three consecutive fighters have no dead ends! "

As soon as the topic of winning or losing was mentioned, the young man became extremely serious, which made Matsuura beside him giggle, but this smile seemed to be slightly chilled by the cool night wind.

It suddenly occurred to her that this encounter on the rooftop was not the first time she saw Yukimura after his operation.

That time when she accidentally broke into the recovery room and saw Yukimura Seiichi staggering forward step by step, the appearance was extremely funny.

She saw the boy's iris-purple hair stained with wet sweat, drop by drop slowly reflecting the bright sunlight sprinkled into the window, shining straight into her eyes so dazed that she could hardly open them.

In the end, only the reflection of the young man walking hard was left in her half-opened pupils.

It was her words that came true—it really wasn't his corpse that came out of the operating room.

But why did God really spare all his sins, and why did he let his hopes and expectations come to an end?

She is not reconciled.

"It would be great to lose the game but win life, Yukimura-kun..." Matsuura Yuki silently stood in a hidden corner, muttering, "Look, God won't even give me a choice."

She kept calling Yukimura Seiichi's name, but no matter what, she refused to really stop the boy so that he could hear her voice clearly.

God just made her feel at a loss in this dream, so what else could she do but accept it.

Beads of fine and slippery sweat were seeping from the palm of Matsuurayou's hand holding the handle of the wheelchair, and he didn't know when his hands had clenched into fists.

Her voice was almost whimpering, but there was still a strange smile on her face:

"Yukimura-kun, I really don't want you to come out alive."

The author has something to say: ...well, the girl is getting vicious_(:з」∠)_

The girl should be going back to school soon, and her temper of complaining about others should also change.

Nima, I even coded this chapter!all!sky! 【Hematemesis...