I'm sorry, the king of the mainnet, I shouldn't complain about you

The sky is so clear that there is not even a trace of floating clouds, as if all the variegated colors have been filtered out by a filter, and it is as transparent as a mirror.

Supporting half of his face with one hand, he glanced erratically out of the window.

The boy and the young man sat facing each other, neither of them spoke, they looked at each other, as if they were looking for the right time to speak.

Let Billy, who was sitting beside her, keep asking about the identity of the blond young man, Sasuke Sakuragi said something perfunctory absent-mindedly.

Ah, can this world be pitted?Things that would not and could not happen before came to the Two-dimensional world, one after another, is this a fucking test of her endurance?She sighed for the nth time of the day, annoyed by God's irregular convulsions.Can you be more unreliable?Is it really scientific for one of the protagonists in the hunter world with a death rate as high as 99% to go to the campus world with a peace rate as high as 99%?It's illegal to kill here! !

Well, killing people in the Hunter World is also against the law, but...there are too many great people and too many dead people, so killing people feels as normal as eating and sleeping.

Because I was too frightened just now, the consequence of not taking immediate measures is to attract the crowds of other people in Hesu Training Base.

Glancing casually at Billy and Kebin, she felt that men are no less gossip than women.

What to do? What to do?The ex meets the incumbent... Ah bah, the incumbent is a fart!Her relationship with the boy is pure, but what's wrong with Kurapika's expression of 'you're having an affair'?Even if she really has something to do with the boy, it has nothing to do with him, hey!They're alright now, okay?Besides, she didn't admit that she was Anastasia, hehe, what if you don't admit it, bite me! !

She seems to have given up on herself a little!

Turning his head, the black pupils clearly reflected the shining dark green hair of the boy illuminated by the sun.

Soft and shiny hair, slightly narrow but still inseparable from the light golden cat pupils of the word round.

Fragments of light penetrated the glass and sprinkled on the young man one by one, making him look even more dazzling and resplendent.

I have some doubts in my heart.

By what power did Kurapika come to this world?The looks haven't changed, the voice hasn't changed, the clothes... well, the clothes have changed.A well-tailored suit wraps the body that looks thin but actually contains powerful strength. The slender legs overlap. The beautiful gray pupils faintly glow with a bewitching red. The overly feminine and delicate face attracts everyone. The teenagers resting in the restaurant looked at him from time to time.

Who was the murderer who killed her?If it was really the people from the brigade, Kurapika couldn't have appeared here intact no matter what, at least he would be missing an arm and a leg! ! (Voice-over: Girl, are you really right to think so? In fact, you are a brigade party, right →_→)

Well, maybe she was thinking too much. With Kurapika's strength and ingenuity, it is not impossible to get out completely.

Thinking of this, she sighed again.

After sighing like this, she almost became a bag of sighs.

Although it's not very clear why Kurapika appeared here, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with her. Anastasia is dead, and the person sitting here is Sakuragi Sazuki, a person who has nothing to do with Kurapika. anyone to contact.

"Sakuragi."

Her wild thoughts were interrupted by Billy's cry, and she finally came back to her senses after being too fuzzy.

"what?"

"Don't look, there won't be a flower blooming on Echizen's body." Billy stretched out a beautiful finger, pointing to the table next to him across a passage.

Huh?Has she been watching Echizen Ryoma?Obviously thinking about Kurapika →_→

Looking intently at the young man, he found that he was looking at himself with a warm smile on his face.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she responded with a faint smile.

The casual interaction between the two was quite an eyesore to the blond young man.

"Kurapika," he said, interrupting the staring between the two.

His eyes shifted to the blond young man again, the young man propped up half of his face, and casually replied: "Ryoma, I'm Echizen Ryoma." The two were talking in ordinary Japanese.

"How did you know Tasia?" he asked, frowning.

"Tasia? I'm sorry, I don't know who you are talking about." Putting down the hand that supported half of his face, the boy looked directly at the gray pupils with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and continued: "If you tell me, The Tasia you mentioned refers to the senior sister, so I really want to say sorry to you, the senior sister is not Tasia, her name is Sakuragi Sazuki." In the last sentence, every word was bitten very hard , he doesn't like the young man talking to him in a tone of "I've known her for a long time", now he must let the other party figure out that Sakuragi Sazuki is not some messy Tasia!

"Sayue Sakuragi?" Frowning eyebrows stretched out, and the eyes of the blond young man moved slowly, and fell on Sayue Sakuragi who was sitting on the table next to her. "Heh, how could it be possible to admit it? Even if people all over the world could admit it, I am the only one who will not admit it." There was a gentle light in the cold gray pupils, which was the original tenderness hidden in the youth's heart.

"Senior sister doesn't know you at all." The boy said, slowly holding hands on the table.

"It's not that she doesn't know me, but she's afraid of recognizing me." The young man replied, but he didn't leave her eyes.

It's impossible to admit his mistake, and he can't admit his mistake. He missed it once, and finally saw it again. How could he let go of her hand so easily?

Evening primrose suddenly blooms in the dark night, and against the soft moonlight, its buds start to move, and then keep unfolding, finally forming a glowing dark yellow flower.Countless nocturnal butterflies and wild bees would be attracted by it in the dark night. That night, the blond girl was walking on the side of the field boundary path, jumping up and down in a white skirt, occasionally stopping to look back to see if he was following.

I can't help but recall the scene of being with her back then, the corners of the young man's mouth slightly raised, evoking a warm smile like a melting snow mountain.

Evening primrose, evening primrose...that was the flower she would give him every year.

At first, he didn't know what it meant, but later...it wasn't until after she died that he learned from an old lady that when a woman wants to give a man a gift of evening primrose, it means silent love.

Silent love, how could it be silent love?Her love was so warm, like a ball of fire, but in the end, there was no way to melt the ice in his heart.

The one who refused to open his heart to her was himself, and he had betrayed her from beginning to end.

"I don't want to know about your relationship with her, but I won't give up only with her." The blond young man looked up at the young man, with rare determination in those sharp gray pupils.

The pale golden pupils contracted slightly, and the boy's hands on the table slowly curled into fists.

He bit his lip, frowned, and replied unwillingly: "I won't hand over senior sister to someone who doesn't understand!"

"I've never been someone who doesn't know why." The blond youth tilted his head to look at the boy and smiled slightly.

Standing up, pulling out the chair, walking towards her, the young man stood in front of her and said, "Let's talk, Tasia." He called her by another name as always.

At the moment when the young man walked towards Sakuragi Satsuki, Echizen Ryoma also followed.

Glancing at him, Sakuragi Sazuki said indifferently: "I, I don't seem to know you." She didn't deny the name Tasia. In some respects, she admitted that she was Tasia in disguise, but...

His face turned pale, and the young man smiled wryly, "You blame me." It was not a rhetorical question, but an affirmation.

Her eyes touched his wrist, and the bright silver light seemed to touch her heartstrings. She didn't reply immediately, she adjusted her sitting posture, leaned lazily on the chair, and after a while, she let out a sudden laugh. "This bracelet is originally a pair. The male is silver and the female is gold. She, Topam, brought it back from a small town in the Yorubian continent with urgent help. I want to give it to you. Quest was seriously injured, and Leorie said that she would be bedridden for three months before she could walk around, but she was in a hurry, and she promised to give you a gift before, how could it be too late? She was not an ordinary idiot at that time, thinking There is only one birthday in a year. I didn’t expect that the gift was sent out, but the heart was not delivered... Oh, and I found out later that the so-called birthday is also a fake. She thinks too much about you, so important that she sacrifices herself , and I don’t want you to be wronged and hurt in the slightest. In fact, why do you need her to take care of and cherish her? In your eyes, she is nothing, not even a human being.” Sakuragi Sasuke raised her hand and slipped The hair on her cheeks was brushed behind her ears, she looked at him sideways, and said with a smile: "Actually, she doesn't blame you, she never blames you, no matter what you do, no matter how you hurt her, she won't." Blame you." At this point, she sighed softly again, and said: "She is dead, why are you so persistent? Too stubborn, easy to get hurt, you say, right?"

Just because you don't blame doesn't mean you will forgive.

People who have been badly hurt once will not let themselves be hurt a second time.

"She's not dead." He looked at her and paused every word.

"She's dead." She stared at him with a cold expression.

"If she is dead, then who is in front of me now?" Looking at her stubbornly, the hand hanging by her side slowly clenched into a fist, with excessive force, the joints were slightly white.

"A person who has nothing to do with you." She smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

It was silent, and there was no sound around, so quiet that even if a needle fell on the ground now, it could be heard clearly.

Billy, Echizen Ryoma, and Kempin all watched the two of them with bated breath.

And Sakuragi Sayuki and Kurapika looked at each other, calm and smiling, and neither of them moved.

As long as a century had passed, Echizen Ryoma stretched out his hand, and slapped it on the table with a 'slap—', and the table, which was not firmly fixed to the ground, shook slightly. "Senior sister, didn't you say you wanted to accompany me to go shopping? Let's go, it's getting late, let's go to the store for dinner last time."

He said with his usual arrogance on his face.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his face was tangled, but he was very grateful to him in his heart.

"Young man, you are so arrogant, you won't be able to get married."

"Senior sister, I want to marry in the future, not marry." He said through gritted teeth.

"Eh? Young man, how could you be married? This is unscientific!! You are obviously going to marry!!" Holding her face in her hands, there was an expression that could be called panic on her face.

'Bang—' A chestnut hit her head directly.

"Woo, it hurts." Clutching her head, Sakuragi Sayuki's eyes glistened with tears, her face wrinkled into a bun face, and said: "Young man, you have to respect the old, senior sister, I am your elder!!"

Averting his eyes, Echizen Ryoma put his hands behind his back, pretending that he wasn't the one who hit the chestnut just now.

Billy and Kebin looked slightly embarrassed. The dignified atmosphere just now was destroyed by these two people without a trace. Have you ever considered their feelings? ?

The blond youth looked at them with complicated expressions.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and said, "I, come to see you tomorrow."

Walk forward, passing the boy.

The moment they passed by him, the young man's voice rang softly in the young man's ears, so soft that only they and her who had excellent hearing could hear them.

"I will not give up."

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