After the leader of He Sen

"Lixiang, do you want to hang out together on Saturday? How about we go to the movies?" Tagawa Akemi said to me on Friday afternoon, just before school was over.

"I'm going to the game on Saturday and I can't go."

Eri Aiba asked curiously, "A basketball game?"

"It's a volleyball game."

His expression froze for a moment, "I didn't think Teacher Lixiang would like to watch sports games."

"I really don't even know the rules. I'm going to watch this time because I have acquaintances who want to participate, so I go to cheer or something."

"Acquaintance? Is he handsome?" Tian Chuan was most concerned about this.

Xiangyang's smiling face appeared in my mind, "Handsome! Handsome and cute!"

"Hey—then you should seize the opportunity!" Tian Chuan made a fightg gesture, "Oh, I have to go to the movies alone."

It seems she misunderstood me again.

A few minutes after Tagawa left, Mr. Aiba, who was drinking tea, suddenly coughed crazily.

The cup in his hand was not steady, and a lot of tea was poured on the table.

"Mr. Aiba, are you okay?" I quickly pulled out a tissue to help wipe the table.

"Cough, cough, cough—" He coughed so hard that he was about to be coughed out by his lungs, "I'm sorry——cough, cough——"

"Mr. Aiba, do you want to go to the infirmary? You cough too much, maybe it's a viral cold." I said worriedly.

After a long time, he finally recovered and took two sips of tea, "It's okay, I just choked on the tea."

"Really?" I don't quite believe it, it's better not to cough so badly because I choked on the tea.

Moreover, even though the weather has started to warm up recently, he has started to wear gloves.

I went to the stadium to watch the game as scheduled on Saturday.

There were many more spectators in the stands than I expected, especially the number of female spectators.

I stood in the stands on the second floor and looked down. Everyone was doing warm-up exercises. Xiangyang's bright orange head was particularly eye-catching among the heads of different colors.

I imagined that the energetic heroine in the TV series greeted him, but I couldn't do it, so I could only choose to watch silently.

Maybe it was because his eyes stayed on the back of his head for too long, so he turned his head, who was already keen in motor nerves, and suddenly met my gaze, and the two signaled: "Lixiang! Lixiang!"

He waved at me exaggeratedly, and everyone around me focused their attention.

"Xiangyang!" I couldn't shout like he did, so I greeted him with a loud voice that I thought was loud.

He responded with a smile.

Gong Yoo's golden-haired head was also eye-catching, and when he heard Xiang Yang's greeting, his gaze also fell to the stands on the second floor.

The girls next to me suddenly became excited, "He looked this way, looked this way!"

I can probably understand one of the reasons why there are so many female audiences.

His eyes are more stable than before. It seems that what he said to him in Miyagi Prefecture had some effect.I also waved at him, but the guy seemed to open his mouth to say something but didn't say anything, and finally turned his head away, like an awkward child.

I:? ?

A few minutes later, the cheerleaders of the two teams were ready. When I guessed that I was about to introduce the players, a small voice came from the side: "Huh——fortunately, I caught up."

Because the voice was very close, I subconsciously turned my head to look at it. It was a boy wearing glasses who looked very gentle.Maybe it's a bit stereotyped to say this, but he really looks like a type of person engaged in literary creation.

Is it because the eye sockets are deep and the eyelids are a little droopy?Gives a heavy sense of laziness.

The relaxed drowsiness almost infected me who was standing next to me, but soon, a voice on the court swept away the drowsiness like a storm.

"Chi-wei-!" A player who looks like some kind of raptor, and looks like he is still on the same team as Xiangyang.I Googled a member of their team before, and I remember his name is Kotaro Mutu.

"Senior Wood Rabbit, let's fight hard." The young man beside him responded simply.

"Hey hey! Of course!"

This hehehe tone particle is so magical, I just listened to it once and felt like it was going to be played in an infinite loop in my head.

But what is important now is not this, but the young man next to me, his name is Chiwei?

The same surname is not a strange thing, but combined with his le account with a cartoon volleyball as his avatar, coupled with the reliable and handsome image described by editor Yuko, it is difficult for me not to associate him with my new editor.

"Chi... Wei... editor?" I hesitated to call out his name.

He who was observing the movements of the players suddenly turned his head: "Do you know me?"

He frowned slightly, probably searching for my name in his mind, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"My name is Kiyoe Rika, which is Lily." I felt an inexplicable sense of shame calling myself Lily.

His eyes widened: "Teacher Lily?"

"Yes, it's me." I smiled, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I didn't expect that either. Then," he stretched out his hand, "it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

"It's the first time we meet, please take care of me." I also went to shake his hand.

Just after our greetings here, the players of the two teams began to be introduced on the radio. The cheers of the girls and the cheering of the cheerleaders felt like the roof would be blown off.

I, who had never seen the world, showed a surprised expression.It was several times more shocking than Inarizaki's cheerleading squad.

Chi Wei saw my hopeless appearance, and his voice was filled with a smile: "Is this the first time you've come to watch a game?"

"This is the first time I've watched an official big game." I also watched a lot of practice games in high school.

After the exchange, it was discovered that Chiwei not only knew Mutu but also Xiangyang. It is said that he met during high school training camp.Of course, he also knew Gong Yoo.

Suddenly want to lament the world is really small.

Having someone who understands volleyball watching the game is equivalent to having an extra free commentator.Usually, when I watch a game, I can only understand super powerful smashes, catches or blocks, but with Chiwei's commentary in this game, I can barely understand the professional vocabulary of time difference, offensive thinking, fast break, etc. .

"It's amazing." I sighed silently in my heart.

After the game, there were people waiting to sign autographs.After I thought about it, there was nothing wrong with me, so I just left.

It is rare that Xiangyang even called me specifically: "Sister Lixiang, don't rush to leave, we will have dinner together later. I haven't handed over the special products that my mother asked me to bring to you. to say."

"Xiangyang, wouldn't it be nice for me to go with you?" I, an outsider, insisted on getting in when others were doing group building. Just imagining it made me so embarrassed that I scratched the ground with my toes and found out a room and three halls.

"No, Lixiang is my relative, not an outsider. And the seniors are very nice. I asked, and they won't mind."

Fortunately, I was not the only "outsider", editor Chiwei also went with him, but he already knew most of the people, and his nature was completely different from mine. I'd better be a transparent person.

The plan to be a transparent person didn't work from the very beginning. The tall player named Sakusa Seiko asked me when he came up, "Have you been vaccinated?"

I was dumbfounded when asked, "Vaccine? What type of vaccine? HIV?"

He was bent over, wearing a mask, and the exposed half of his face had a stinky expression. After taking a deep look at me, he straightened up and walked away as if he had never asked this question.

"Lixiang, don't be afraid. Senior Sakuzao treats everyone like this. He has a little cleanliness, so he likes to ask people if they have been vaccinated." Xiangyang explained to me with a smile that this is a routine operation.

"Is that so? I thought I was hated."

"No way." Xiangyang's eyes had a warm orange sunset, and he quickly swept across my legs, "Although I heard you say it on the phone before, I still think it's amazing to see it with my own eyes. Lixiang's legs are really good. Yes! It's great!"

He is genuinely happy for me.

"Ok!"

Unexpectedly, Gong You, who usually has a foul mouth and talks a lot, was unexpectedly quiet at tonight's dinner.

"Yoyo, what's the matter with you? You don't talk much today." Kotaro Mutu seemed to have not fully released his excess energy on the court, and he was still alive and kicking, really like a small animal.

"Yoyo?" I repeated the address unconsciously, as if the tail of Gong Yoo, who was silent just now, was stepped on, "It's just that the wooden rabbit can call it that, and no one else can call it that!"

This reaction is more like his.

"I didn't mean that, I just repeated it."

"I'm not... I didn't mean to kill you either." Immediately, he returned from the state of fried hair to a listless look, "I'm sorry."

"I don't feel attacked, that's how you talk." I'm not an idiot, I can tell the difference between speaking loudly and speaking angrily.

My explanation seemed useless, Gong Yoo became even more listless.

Should it be said that he is an athlete with too much energy?Even eating was like a war, only Sakuzao silently huddled his body in the corner, looking at other people's eyes from time to time, full of disgust, probably felt that when others quarreled, they polluted the space he was in.

It's all listless, Gong Yoo is not vague at all when he eats, he even drank two bowls of white rice with sharp points.

While eating, his eyes leaked to my side, "Can't you eat anymore?"

I shook my head, "I'm full."

He also put down the bowl as if he had lost his appetite, "Then I won't eat either."

He is obviously not full yet, so what is he trying to do?

Except for Sakuza, who was huddled in the corner, everyone else was eating and talking lively. No one seemed to be paying attention to our side. I tilted my head and approached Gong Yoo carefully, and asked in a volume that only two people could hear: "How about you?" Do you mind the thing about my anorexia?"

He tilted his head, didn't know where his eyes fell, awkwardly said no, and said yes.

"You don't talk much today."

"That's because," he didn't look at me, "I talk too much, maybe I accidentally say something that makes you sad, and I'm learning to restrain myself."

"It's enough to restrain your poisonous tongue. There is no need to restrain ordinary chatting, and there is no need to restrain appetite. Please, you have played for so long today. If you don't eat well, be careful of malnutrition." Athletes like them at their level, their daily diet It should be strict requirements, and it's not like I eat more when I want to eat, and I don't eat if I don't want to eat.Physical condition is directly related to how much strength you can play in the game.

"Did you see me play today?" His brown eyes rolled.

What kind of nonsense is this asking, I have stood in the stands for so long as a man of my age.

"Looked."

Turning around: "Are you looking at me seriously?"

"Yes, I watched it very seriously, and I watched everyone on the field seriously. You are really getting better and better."

His listless state warmed up a bit, and he became happy: "Oh."

"Eat?" I gestured to the empty bowl in front of him with my eyes.

"eat."

Holding the special product that Xiangyang handed over to me, I ran into Mr. Aiba on the way home.

He was carrying a shopping bag, his face was pale, and he looked like he hadn't rested for many days.Thinking of his crazy cough yesterday afternoon, I don't know if he went to the hospital for an examination, but his condition is still so bad.

Before I greeted him, he saw me first, "Teacher Lixiang, have you come back from watching the game?"

"Well, I just came back from eating out." It seems that he still remembers me saying that I want to watch the game on Saturday, "Mr. Aiba, you still..."

Before I finished asking him, he coughed frantically again: "Ahem, ahem..."

God, let alone recovery, his symptoms seem to be worse than before.

"Mr. Aiba, this can't work, I'll take you to the hospital." I walked over to take the shopping bag from his hand.

"No, no." He covered his mouth and shook his head, "I can't go to the hospital."

A car passed by us, and the snowy lights from the headlights swept across Aiba Eri's face, as pale as snow.

I loosened my hand and almost dropped the box containing the special products.It's not that his face is frighteningly white, but that there are bright red blood stains at the corner of his mouth.

He coughed up blood.

He said "you can't go to the hospital", not "you don't have to go to the hospital".

"I'm haunted by a curse spirit."

After saying this, he fell down in front of me.

I didn't call out in panic, nor did I call an ambulance in a hurry. He said just now that he was entangled by a curse, which meant that it was useless to go to the hospital, and he might be suspicious because of a strange illness.

I can only take Eri Aiba back to my home. Although it is not safe for a grown man to enter my home, judging by his current state, it probably won't cause me any harm.

I took a taxi and asked the driver to help move him to the car.

"Miss, is your boyfriend drunk?" the driver asked while driving.

"No, he's not..." I wanted to say that he wasn't my boyfriend, but this made me suspicious, so I simply admitted, "It's not that I'm drunk, it's just that I don't feel well and my stomach hurts."

"Well, I'm still worried that he will vomit in the car when he's drunk." The driver said in a reassuring tone.

Me: ...so that's what I was worried about.

When I lifted Aiba Eri from the ground just now with his shoulders, I realized that he was very thin, and his bones were a little cramped.

When the car was turning a corner, due to inertia, Aiba Eri's head, which was leaning on the other side, was turned upside down and placed on my shoulder.

I wanted to help him back, but found that the driver was peeking in the rearview mirror, so I just ignored it.

At first, I didn't feel it when I was working on the desk next to me, but now I was leaning on my shoulder like this, I could smell the scent of peaches coming from his hair.

Is this the same shampoo as mine?

I thought boys would not like this fruity scented shampoo.

It took a lot of effort to move Aiba Eri to the sofa in the living room, and I felt my back was sweating.

He was still in a coma, and judging from the dark purple lips, he didn't sleep well.

I put my hand on his forehead to test his temperature, but he didn't have a fever, but rather low.It might be better to wait until the heater fully heats up.

"Ms. Aiba, Mr. Aiba." He called him several times in a low voice, but there was no answer.

I found a small blanket from the room and covered him. He was sleeping on the sofa with his head turned sideways, and the corners of his eyes were expressing silent grievances.

For a moment, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I didn't do anything serious today, how could I be so tired that I felt such absurdity.

stab-

Foot rubbed against something.

I squatted down to look, it was Aiba Eri's shopping bag, I picked it up casually, and it was full of instant and convenient boxed food, canned food and so on.I guess I didn't even eat dinner.

Just as he was about to stand up and go to the kitchen to make something for him to eat, his leather-gloved hands dropped and hung over the edge of the sofa.

I stared at his hand and didn't move.

The day we first met was colder than today, he didn't wear gloves that day, why did he put them on now?

Now that he's still awake, it shouldn't matter if he glanced quietly.

I gently took Aiba's hand, and felt something was wrong when I touched my fingers.

Why do I feel that what I touch is not a finger, but a phalanx without flesh?

Pulling from the wrist, he slowly removed his glove.

Half of the five fingers had turned into white phalanges without any muscle tissue, like the bone samples used by the teacher in health class.

Is it the same with the other hand?

"Lixiang... Teacher?" His weak voice sounded from above.

I quickly let go, "Mr. Aiba, you're awake, that...gloves..."

He sat up straight with difficulty, and there was no anger on his face after being offended, "Did you see it?"

"Ah... well, why did the fingers turn into phalanges? Will it hurt?" My throat was dry and my voice was trembling.

Aiba Eri took off the glove on the other hand, and now all ten fingers from the fingertips to the bottom half have become bare phalanges, "The fingers don't hurt, but they have started coughing up blood frequently these days, which is a bit serious .”

What's a little serious, coughing up blood is super serious, okay!Seeing him so indifferent, even I couldn't help worrying for him.

"Cough, cough, cough—" He began to cough again, and he covered his lips with a hand with only half a finger, and red blood flowed from between his fingers, "It fell on your blanket, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. I... I'll find a tissue and wipe it for you."

Blobs of paper towels with red plums fell on the side of the sofa.

"Ms. Aiba, I know a very powerful magician. I'll contact her for you later. You can describe to her the symptoms of being entangled by the magic spirit. Maybe it can cure your illness." After so many patients, they will still use [Reversal Technique]. To cure Aiba Eri's disease, there is at least a 100% success rate, not to mention 90.00%.

Mori Ogai lived for many years in the last week, and has lived for many, many years since Lixiang's death.

Live to the seat of the outgoing leader, and live to the Central Plains to handle the affairs of Afia on his own.

When people get old, logically speaking, their thinking should also become dull, but love does not.

Even Alice, who was lying on her knees, laughed at his sour thoughts.

"Lin Taro, little old man! You are so old, how can you still think about Lixiang?" Alice smiled and stabbed him with a sharp knife of words.

"Alice-chan, you don't understand this." Mori Ogai touched Alice's hair, "It is because I am old that I have time to think about Lixiang."

When Lixiang dated him, he was twenty years older than Lixiang.

Now, he is fifty years older than Lixiang.

Traveling through time and space is not so simple, it must consume a huge price, Mori Ogai remembers that the name of the ability is "obsession and curse".

It can't be regarded as a supernatural power at all, it is a hybrid of supernatural power and curse, and the "he" who possesses this ability is a freak born of a curse spirit and a human being.

"Is your obsession related to love?" He has only one eye, with many whites and only a small pupil.When he asked this question, he looked at Mori Ogai with that weird eye, not like looking at prey, but purely cold.

"Yes." But the relationship with Lixiang is too superficial to use only one word "love".The "love" he said is not the "love" that men and women say "I love you", or the "love" that people frivolously say "I love you" to kittens and puppies.It's not the red beads that can be hung and sold in the mall, but the "love" that he hides in his heart and doesn't want to be seen by others, but also wants to be seen by Lixiang.

"It's always like this, you are always like this," the ability holder felt amused, "You will regret it, and everyone who asked me and used [Persistence and Curse] will regret it."

Mori Ogai sat motionless on his seat, "I'm an exception."

[Obsession and Curse] This ability should be renamed [Love and Curse].

Love is a dangerous thing that coexists with curses.

Mori Ogai walked up the river of time and space, crossing more than 30 years, from the moment he chose to meet Lixiang, it meant that he would bear a curse.

This curse has the same effect as Lixiang's ability. If Lixiang loves him, he will live.If Lixiang doesn't love him, he will die.

Mori Ogai was too complacent to consider the latter case.

How could Lixiang not love him?

That's why at the moment when the high school of conjuration met, they would say that kind of arrogantly, "If you hate me, kill me with your abilities".

After staying in this Zhoumu for so long without dying, Lixiang loves him, and she is still the most beloved.

Maybe it's because other people's weight in Li Xiang's heart is too light, or maybe he is too heavy in Li Xiang's heart.

Then many things happen.

Lixiang chose to forget him, erase his existence, forget the love entangled in thorns, and throw it into the boundless sea, so deep.It was so deep that there was no echo, only a light, thumping sound when it was thrown.

He kept coughing up blood, so hard that he seemed to want to vomit his heart out.Start with the fingers and turn into bones.

Only then did Mori Ogai realize that Lixiang really didn't love him anymore, and that the curse he was carrying was manifested in this way.

Slowly, the curse would creep over his body, and he would turn into a skeleton, lose consciousness, and die.

If he doesn't get Lixiang's love, this is his final destination.

Things like feelings are too uncontrollable, even if he is as smart as he can't cast a spell on Lixiang, tell her:

"You come to love me and let me live."

At such a life-and-death moment, what Mori Ogai did so desperately was to review the important events that Afia will encounter in the future without sleeping every night, and record them in the notebook, so that when Zhongya hurriedly becomes the leader later, he will not be confused. .Perhaps, this seat should be given to Hongye first.Chuuya is still a little immature now.

Mori Ogai thought.

Looking at the densely packed handwriting on the notebook, I found it funny again.

"What a mess, Mori Ogai," he said to himself mockingly.

If it really turns into a white bone, let Lixiang put him in a black box, break his wrist and leg bones, and float away with the current.