[Tutor] When I say I like you

Uncle Jiaguang looked drunk and fell asleep from the beginning to the end.Ah Gang didn't know the way forward, but felt that his father was ashamed in front of Jingzi like this, so he was always embarrassed.

I also had something hidden in my heart. I thought that people like Uncle Jiaguang would not be obsessed with insisting that the younger generation who had supported him respectfully come to see him as a gift, so after the meal, he absent-mindedly talked to Aunt Nana and left with an excuse. up.

On the way back to Skylark House, I turned back to the place where Skuvalo appeared by some kind of ghost, turned around a few times, and finally laughed at myself and said don’t think you are such an important person, so you have to sneak around and wait for you to buy him a cup of coffee and pour out your heart ah.

He went back dejectedly.

When taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom... Misfortunes never come singly, suddenly there is no hot water.Wrapped in a bath towel, I went out and knocked on the water heater. In the end, I didn’t knock it well. I finally took a cold shower with broken pots and went back to the room in an extremely bad mood, without drying my hair—sleep!

I'm not good at drinking, and the consequences of being drunk are not easy to deal with, so I can only sleep to relieve my worries.

This time I slept soundly, and when I woke up, it was already dark outside the window.I sat up with my heavy body and put my hands on my forehead foolishly.

After all this tossing, I don't even have a cold or fever... Have I become a King Kong?

However, since he did not fall ill, the hard labor that should be served is still inescapable.

I got up and went downstairs, only to find that Lark hadn't come back.After standing in the living room for a while, I went back to my room and changed my clothes for going out.

I can't admit frankly that I want to be beaten when I commit twitching, but I can't find anyone who can fix me, so I just go out and beat others.

The small shop downstairs of the apartment is lit with orange lights, which is warm from a distance.I walked over with a lazy pace and asked for a pack of cigarettes.

The shopkeeper was a little girl who stared at me dumbfounded, and then whispered, "I'm sorry...you don't look like an adult..."

"Then give me some tissues first."

She hurriedly took the toilet paper she used for herself, and I didn't bother to say it, so I thanked her and raised my left arm to press the bleeding wound with a tissue.

The little girl was frightened.

"Any rotten cigarette will do," I said with a smile.

The little girl put on a pack of MILDSEVEN from the counter with an expression on the verge of tears and put it in front of me. I said sorry for scaring you, put the money in, took the cigarettes and left.

I used to be a little addicted to cigarettes, mainly because I used to study in those dilapidated schools, and it is unreasonable not to have some bad habits.Later, after deep introspection, I thought that smoking was harmful to health, and I probably didn't expect to live a long life, so I quit.

But tobacco is occasionally very useful.

Sitting on the cold stone steps, smoking a dull cigarette like an abandoned aunt with no hope of life, I suddenly remembered the pungent smell of the past.

Once upon a time, in her teens, she was obviously a little lolita, but her life was so chaotic and crazy.A radish head, with a cigarette in one hand, stepped on someone who offended me with one foot, with an air of dominance, laughing like a madman.

It's only been three or four years, and the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically, and that kind of black history has long been abandoned.

What is the so-called Valia's heart?In the dark... fierce... fearless... what the hell?It's different from that kind of childish fight, even if you draw a knife to kill people, you may not be able to really understand it... So I don't want to understand it, I don't want to have it.

For so many years, I have had a desolate and cold hatred in my heart, but it is still an abstract and vague hatred. What I always think about is to make those who have done wrong pay the price, and then I have to have my own life, and I have to have The future under the sun.

I saw a lot of literary works saying how do you live well with blood on your hands. I tore up all these literary works. Now it is a little calmer. I think it’s good not to think about it. They will be fine in a lifetime, not to mention that I really don't have the brain to think about it, and I don't feel anything at all.

I laughed coldly, and suddenly a sentence popped up in my heart, saying how about looking in the mirror, I must be very cool and domineering now-I think I am such a bad girl.

Finally, the cigarette was extinguished, and I sat alone in the night breeze thinking about life.

By the time the bad teenage boys had finished siege I was almost done with the thought process and finally felt a bit of a headache, I should have blow dried my hair before going to bed before I knew I was going to go crazy.

Just now my hands were itchy and I wanted to fight, I was involved in a gang fight of gangsters, one person turned over both sides, the knuckles were all worn out, and there was a wound on the left forearm, it seems that the bleeding has stopped now, trouble also pinch it coming.

A boy being supported identified me.

I smiled at him.

He froze for a moment, he must have been stunned by my beauty.

The seemingly leading figure in this group of people laughed and said any obscenities, but I didn't hear them clearly. I was a little distracted wondering whether I could reproduce the heroism of the black history era when I was older.

Some of them carried a machete and raised it to reflect the bright light of the street lamps.

I was reminded of a handsome character who instructs them how to deal with a powerful enemy and only use their own numbers to make up for it when they are facing a large group of knife-wielding men. He smiled evilly and said that after that, they will all go to hell.

I'm not that high school sophomore.

I just got up, patted the dust off my jeans, and said simply: "Come to fight."

There are so many people, and I have gone through the previous consumption. I thought it would be a hard battle to suffer a little bit, but it was not--a moment later, I was still uninjured, and the gap was opened in the siege. The invincible big killer Appeared, still wearing the school uniform, and the coat did not fall off.

The black shattered hair fluttered slightly in the fierce attack, and fell down, somewhat covering the chilling and captivating phoenix eyes.

I felt an indescribable peace of mind in an instant, and I didn't know what the peace was.

He is crossing the road, he must have published the line of the second class "crowd bite and kill" or something before the attack, he is unlikely to know that it is you who are besieged, so he didn't come to rescue you on purpose.

You have peace of mind, Yui Nanami.

But when he came to your side, he gouged you out with his eyes like a knife, but he protected you intentionally or unintentionally.

You give him your back.You can even get completely under his wing without a problem.

He could see that something was wrong with you, he said get in the way and get out of the way.

...No, I can't continue this line of thinking.

I smiled a bit and said to Skylark, "Look, I'm different after all."

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword belonged to the opponent. I was unarmed, and Skylark was extremely fast, so I couldn't see the shadow of the weapon clearly.

There was an unexplainable tacit understanding, and in the end, only the two of us stood facing each other, unscathed.

Night breeze is the taste of summer.

No wonder gangster novels are so popular with little girls... I squinted my eyes and thought, this feeling couldn’t be better, the ground is full of soldiers, the night wind is slightly warm, and the light from the street lamps is weak and flickering. You can really fall in love with him right away.

I turned to look at Lark, and slowly raised the corners of my mouth.

However, Skylark has an expression of "do you want to die once", which destroys the atmosphere super.

I could only wave my hand and say it was purely an accident, didn’t you never come back? I thought you must be beating people outside, so I went to the place where the gangsters gathered and accidentally got followed hahaha.

The kung fu of opening your eyes and telling nonsense has not regressed.

Skylark snorted coldly, "No need."

"……what?"

"You don't have to come out and look for me next time," he said.

He actually believed it!I froze, feeling guilty inside.

But Yunque continued: "With this three-legged cat's ability, if you get into trouble, you won't collect your body."

...You will die if you let them last a little longer for the touch and guilt, Mr. Skylark!

"Don't try to belittle me to cover up the fact that you didn't have the upper hand when we first met." I replied to him deeply.

Skylark's concentration is improving day by day, and he is not irritated by this sentence at all, but just stares at me with extremely lethal eyes.

"I'm going back," I avoided the eye attack, "Did you have dinner? I passed by a convenience store just now. The girl guarding the store is very nice. Go and buy two buckets of instant noodles."

"I reject."

"Do I have to cook for you at night?"

His eyes turned around on the ground, "Repay the favor."

"...I didn't ask you to show up. It's really shameless to deliberately show favor."

Hibari, the inhuman exploiter, Kyouya raised his eyebrows slightly, "Say it again?"

=口=I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Skylark, it's just that I'm not suitable for another fight now.

The two of us walked in the night, one behind the other, and I had no intention of playing a game of chasing each other with him, so I finally accepted the situation that he was in front and I followed.

Skylark spoke suddenly, with a calm voice, "You say you are different, so try to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

... I translated it, it is probably an advanced speech of "Allow you to like me"?Encouragement and expectations and such...

This step by step is like playing a strategy game, can you finally hear you, Skylark, declaring that you have been conquered by me?Oh no, this brain hole is too exciting to think about it.

I kept silent and didn't answer him, and Skylark didn't care, as if he was just talking casually.

After returning home, the landlord of Lark went upstairs to take a bath in his exclusive bathroom. I resigned myself to cooking noodles in the kitchen, and when I served them on the table, the landlord just came down from upstairs. He was wearing home clothes, with fair skin and delicate features, without any hostility. , a bit like an ordinary middle school student.

I must be out of my mind to have an idea and say, ah, I feel like I am raising a son.

Fortunately, Mr. Yunque doesn't know how to read minds, and he doesn't bother to guess what I'm thinking.

We have not been able to eat at the same table for a long time, but now Hibari can barely accept that there is one more person in his life, and he will not suddenly say not to appear in front of me or something, so we each settled the dinner in silence and harmony.

My portion was relatively small, and I finished eating quickly. When I reached for a tissue, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the skylark opposite, and was stunned for a moment.

I don't know if it's because of the hot bath or the hot soup, Yunque's cheeks are reddish, with a blush in her white skin, she is so beautiful; there are tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, her expression is peaceful, gentle and delicate, not at all Unlike that big killer,

Damn it really feels like raising a son, and my son is super good-looking when he is not cruel... Quickly take your eyes off Hibari Kyouya's face, idiot!

I have the habit of looking at people and faces since I was a child. Don't blame me for being easily deceived by appearance.

The hand froze in the middle of reaching for the tissue, Hibari noticed it and didn't look at me. Naturally, he judged that my hands were too short to reach, so he pushed the tissue towards me, and then raised his eyes to see my expression.

I don't quite know what expression I have, maybe it's a dead face that was stunned?

Skylark was obviously taken aback for a moment, then frowned, the dangerous him was back again.

I said sorry to be distracted, take your time.

He wanted to have an attack but couldn't, so he seemed to be in a bad mood instantly, and stared at me coldly.

Skylark actually looks good when it's ferocious, but I can't appreciate it.

I stood up and said that I will disappear, and I will wash the dishes later.

Leaving the dining table and going back to the room to find some cold medicine, the headache was a bit severe, and I heard the voice of Yunque Junzhong behind me: "If you have the courage to peek, don't run away like a coward after being discovered."

... I want to cover my face and say, "My son has a special cuteness", what should I do?In fact, I do have a fever, it must have burned my brain.

Without looking back, I just waved my hand and said, "Okay, I'll improve next time."

"and many more."

"Huh?" I turned around.

He raised his left hand and pointed his right hand to his forearm, "The medicine box is in the living room, on the second shelf of the cabinet."

…For some reason, I want to click on the menu to see the favorability of "Kyoya Hibari", but the reality is that it is not a strategy game, which is really sad.

Thank you, I dragged myself to the living room.In fact, I know where the medicine box is, and I took care of the minor injuries on my hands before cooking, so I didn't take any further steps if I thought it was troublesome.But in a slightly awkward state, I still went to get the medicine box, hugged it, and sat in the living room for a while.

What happened this morning seemed like a faded photograph of the past, and the messy mood from earlier in the evening seemed long gone.

It’s weird.

I stared blankly at the box in my arms, and finally sighed, thinking I should just leave it alone, I can't take care of so many things.

Avoiding... seems to be a trait in me.

Yunque passed by the living room, I turned my head to say good night to him, he froze for a moment, pursed his lips, and finally replied calmly: "Good night."

What kind of life is it to sleep after eating... I didn't say this sentence, because I suddenly felt that this scene was a bit cruel, but after such an interruption, the things I was thinking about just now disappeared, so I got up, cleaned the kitchen, and went back to the room .

Tomorrow is Monday, and the English teacher said to dictate words, so when I went out during the day, I pretended to put the textbooks in the messenger bag, the result, hehe...

While flipping through the English textbook, my fingers found a small box.

I couldn't remember what it was, so I fumbled it out—it wasn't mine, a little lavender gift box, about the size of a ring or something.

ring……

I almost opened it with a trembling heart, and saw half of a delicate ring.

On the inside of the box cover is written in small characters: To Gongmi.

I almost shook my hand and dropped the thing to the ground.

The handwriting is definitely not that of Demon King R, and it is a bit childish, so it should not be Mr. Iemitsu.

I held the box in one hand, covered my face with the other hand, and was thinking about how to give this to Skylark. No matter how sneaky I put it in his room or pocket, I would be judged by that overly self-righteous human being as a gift from me, and then say sissy or something Throw it away...or give it in person?By the way, explaining the guardians and the like... Come on, they will be thrown away.

So... who the hell put this thing in my bag!What do you mean!

The author has something to say: there is a strong wind blowing outside the window, homework is placed in front of the computer, and the saved manuscripts are used up.

Author's current situation =w=