Tokyo Ghoul Collapse Reality

sound.In terms of tone, gender cannot be distinguished.

Excellent frowned, and the hand holding the Taidao tightened unconsciously, instinctively feeling that this guy was very dangerous.Afterwards, he said calmly, "Sorry, if it's a ghoul, I've killed too many, and I never remember their names."

This is a temptation.If you don't believe it, this guy is a ghoul investigator. The inhuman existence in District 24 is most likely a ghoul.And although the ghoul investigator is annoying, his temperament is not so evil.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked a little cute like a child. "The personality is also very interesting." After saying this, he added: "Ah, it's the ghoul that broke into District 19."

The hand holding the knife was hard.It really is a ghoul.

"If it's revenge," Excellent said slowly but firmly, "here, I will escape." If he procrastinates here, he will meet the ghoul investigator or his companions, both of which are not good for him.

Seemingly finding his words incredible, he tilted his head and said with a chuckle, "It's really interesting, you. My name is Aite."

"I never tell the ghouls my name." Excellent said coldly, and began to pay attention to the escape route.

The man named Aite clapped his hands together, and clasped his palms together, "That's right, I want you to join us."

"Well, I know that as a human being, you will definitely refuse, so I have to show some important sincerity." Aite grinned, and it was barely judged from the change in the bandage on his mouth that he was smiling .

Excellent raised his eyebrows ironically.

"My name is Aite, and everyone calls me 'One-Eyed Owl'."

[The main quest starts——[Accept the invitation], join the bronze tree where the one-eyed owl is! 】

"I refuse." Excellent said word by word, not only rejecting Aite in front of him, but also rejecting the task issued by the system.

Aite looked at him with empty eyes, "Is it because this will betray Kisho Arima? Arima is excellent."

Excellent didn't say a word, just stepped forward and slashed across!

A finger rested lightly under his blade, and Aite did not dodge or dodge, thus blocking the boy's attack.He looked up at the young man who was coldly pursing his lips, and kindly reminded: "You are too weak like this. Compared with your father, you are really too weak."

"And I let you join the 'Bronze Tree' where I am, for your own good. Only in places where there are many strong people can you exercise your strength."

The corners of Excellent's coldly pursed lips collapsed.

"It's to take advantage of my identity!"

His roar echoed in the empty space.

"Otherwise?" Aite smiled grinningly, "Isn't it because of Arima Kisho that you exist?"

Excellent for a moment, a raging wave of anger swept across his chest completely, so that he swung the knife again without hesitation.

Aite stepped back and dodged lightly. Under the sharp blade of the young man, he flipped his body lightly in mid-air, gracefully like a butterfly, and then put his hands on the ground and landed on both feet. Simply, he opened the distance between him and the young man again. .

"You are too weak, you are not worth my use of Hezi."

Excellent knelt on the ground, holding on to the knife to keep from falling down.Most of his physical strength had already been consumed in the previous monster spawning, and the rash attack just now completely exhausted his breath. He was panting heavily, feeling the pain to death, from his heart to his body.

He was panting heavily, and the empty space was filled with the sound of his panting.However, even so, Excellent still said, "...I refuse."

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Back in the dormitory, it was empty again.

The seriously injured excellent fell into the bed when he returned to the dormitory, and then looked at the ceiling and gasped for breath, but the pain almost turned into a sharp knife that broke out from his chest.He raised his arms to cover his eyes, unable to think of anything else.

It's another weekend.On weekends, Ichinose never stays in the dormitory or stays overnight, and Otoya has been hiding frequently for nearly half a month, and will not stay in the dormitory.At this moment, Excellent is grateful for this embarrassing situation in the academy, at least for leaving him such a quiet environment.

Realizing that this is not possible, he dragged his seriously injured body back into the space, hoping to use the system to repair the injuries on his body.But he saw the fake loli waiting for him.

"You have to take on this task." Leaving out any meaningless prologue, the pseudo-loli has never had an unquestionable imperative tone and said to Excellent.

Excellent, without saying a word, unfolded the system interface, found the column of repairing the body, was about to click on it, but found that the button was frozen.Knowing that it was the fake loli who did it, he turned to glaring at him angrily.

"I still have a debt to settle with you." Excellent said coldly.

The pseudo-loli chuckled, "Okay. We'll do the math after you accept the task."

Excellent was silent for a while, and then quickly refused: "Impossible, I refuse. The attitude is clear enough."

The fake loli folded her arms around her chest, and her small figure was suddenly filled with a sense of oppression.He looked up at Excellent, and confirmed his answer one last time: "Oh? Is this your final answer?"

"Are you threatening me?" Youyou said coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

But the pseudo-loli is not afraid at all.With a light laugh, he lowered his arms crossing his chest, patted the non-existent dust on his skirt, and said slowly: "The tiger doesn't show its power, it really treats me like a hellokitty."

With a wow, Excellent suddenly spat out blood, and then it was as if a thousand knives were stuck in his chest, causing him to roll all over the ground in pain.

"Don't forget, you were brought back to life by me." The pseudo-loli looked down at him and uttered the truth coldly, "If I want you to live, you will live, if I want you to die, you must die."

Then he suddenly smiled, and returned to that obscene and playful pseudo-loli image, "It doesn't seem right to bully you like this, but it's not right for you to bully me all the time, so why don't you just do this and let me twitch slowly?" Drop your soul shards, that's all, okay?"

As he spoke, he blinked his eyes and said playfully, "Don't beg for mercy now, it would be meaningless if you beg for mercy~"

Excellent, who was writhing in pain, stopped, tried his best to turn over, clenched his fist, hit the ground with one fist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then you come."

"That's right, this is the person cultivated under my system." The pseudo-loli nodded in satisfaction, her white and delicate petal-like hands slid in the air, and a system interface appeared, with countless red, blue and black hands of different sizes. The button appeared in front of him, he bent down to look at the description under the button, found the corresponding blue button, and pressed it with a happy expression.

The excellent who was lying on the ground spit out another big mouthful of blood with a wow, this time his chest didn't hurt anymore, his body didn't hurt either, what hurt was his tearing soul.

What is the state of the soul being torn apart?It's like the blunt pain of someone pulling your hair and pulling your scalp, which makes you pay attention to the fact that your scalp is about to fall off every minute and every second.

And the fake loli who squatted down took out an hourglass, shook it in front of Excellent, and explained to him: "Look, your body is this hourglass that contains the soul. Now," he tapped The little handful of sand on the top, "This is the soul in your body, and the pile of sand below is what you don't have."

"What I want to do now is to take back your only soul. It's like this—" He tapped the hourglass lightly, and the sand that was slowly leaking down suddenly sank directly, a little None left.

Excellent, who was lying on his side, suddenly shrank his body, and felt the pain of his scalp being ripped off. The pain was endless, just like being ripped off is not enough, and you still have to take advantage of the situation. The skin was peeled.This pain came from the soul, his body was an empty bottle, and the only remaining soul was struggling in it, but it couldn't escape the fate of being taken back.

"You're going to die~" The pseudo-loli slightly bent down == body, seemingly kindly reminded.

Excellent sneered, and said harshly: "Then die!"

The pseudo-loli looked at him slightly troubled, but this trouble did not affect his own joy. "I'm really going to die~"

Lie on your back with all your strength, and stretch your body as far as possible to make it more comfortable, lying in a large font.He looked at the standing pseudo-loli and smiled softly, and murmured: "You don't understand at all..."

"If you want me to stand against Kisho Arima, it will be more sad than killing me. If so," he closed his eyes lightly, and said softly but firmly, "then I'd better die. "

Consciousness has sunk into a deep ocean.The scene seemed similar.

Only this time, Excellent hoped that he would not wake up again.

The author has something to say: Excellence loves Arima so deeply, loves you endlessly, loves you hard to express, can you give me a kiss, blow a kiss, I am just as grateful... ..The author who is excited because of the chicken blood =L=.

☆, reason for existence

In the 16 years of Shengchuan Shinto's life, according to the meaning of others, that is one word: smooth.

The eldest son of the prominent chaebol family, the only heir of the group, is dressed in a gorgeous robe, coupled with his handsome appearance, anyone would think that he is simply a huge Tom Su with a golden thumb and a cheat.As for him, although he was cold and a little bit paralyzed, he basically dealt with people and showed a good family education. He was not aggressive and arrogant, and he was as quiet as a lotus.

From the outside to the inside, Shengchuan Zhendou is a winner in life.His life is a beautiful robe, and his glory is added to his body.

There are also lice crawling under this robe.But to Master Shengchuan's level, ordinary people worry about such trivial things as what to have for breakfast tomorrow, and when he gets worried, banknotes can flow like water at any time.Even if it is covered with lice, it is something that countless people yearn for.

The so-called enjoyment of rights entails obligations.

This is exactly what Seikawa Manto thinks, and he lives with a correct life attitude like Bushido.People who are too upright, because of their responsible attitude, are easily trapped by external troubles.

At this time, Shengchuan was in such a predicament.

"Why are you struggling? You don't like him." Jinguji Ren sat on the sofa with one hand on his face, flipping through the latest fashion magazines between his legs, and said casually.

The bony hand holding the brush stopped, and the thick ink dripped down, staining the raw rice paper and blurring the handwriting.

With his back straight, Seikawa sits cross-legged, wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. The plain white kimono outlines the elegant green bamboo to imply a gentleman.His elegant kimono is matched with his handsome appearance and straight sitting posture. Just sitting is a static scenery.

The hanging brush did not come down for a long time, Sheng Chuan stared at the unfinished work, and sighed slightly.In fact, almost half a month has passed since that abrupt incident. Although there were rumors, they gradually faded away with time.After a while, things will pass quickly.

Shengchuan himself hadn't noticed it yet, because the sighing sound was really very slight, but Jingujilian happened to turn around, saw his calm face and realized something was wrong, he let out a sigh, frowned and said in disbelief: "Don't tell me, It's not what I thought it was."

"That's not the case." Putting the brush lightly on the pen holder, Sheng Chuan Zhento said in a deep voice.Knowing that Miyazaki said he liked him, he had a lot of trouble, but that trouble was based on an honest attitude.

Seeing this, Jinguji Ren turned her head nonchalantly, continued flipping through the magazine, and lazily said, "That's the best."

After a while.

"I'll make it clear to him," said Seikawa Shinto.

Thinking of Fa Xiao's serious personality, Jinguji Lian found it troublesome, and said, "It's up to you."

Hearing this, Shengchuan Zhendou stood up, went to the closet and took out the clothes he had gone out into the dressing room, changed his clothes and walked out the door.Jingujilian raised her eyebrows, "In such a hurry? It doesn't matter if you say it another day."

Sheng Chuanzhento, who was about to go out, turned slightly sideways, looked at him with the door frame, and said seriously: "Say it earlier, you can correct each other's mistakes faster, and you are not only responsible for me, but also responsible for Miyazaki's excellent life. "

"I guess, he just said something casually." Jingujilian said, "Why do you take it seriously?"

Shengchuan Zhendou, who was holding the door frame, thought for a while, and said: "Because he is my savior, I don't want his life to make too many mistakes." In his opinion, liking someone of the same sex is the road Small and difficult, if it is not necessary to go on this road, he still hopes that Miyazaki can return to the road of ordinary people.

Ren Jinguji, who is well aware of the flaws in Faxiao's upright personality, has no intention of pointing it out, mostly with an attitude that has nothing to do with him.Although they grew up together, they gradually drifted away due to the opposition of their family backgrounds, and it was surprising to each other to become roommates here.On weekdays, Lian has such an attitude that nothing matters to him, and only when he faces the little sister Mai who has grown up since childhood and issues of principle, can he recover a little bit of Xiafa's identity.

Sheng Chuan also knew, so he ignored him, opened the door and walked out.

After inquiring about the excellent dormitory in Miyazaki, he walked to the door of the excellent dormitory.When he really reached the door of the excellent dormitory, he couldn't help hesitating again.The questions that he thought about on the road were all blocked by this hesitation, so that he also lost his ability to act and couldn't think of any action to knock on the door in front of him.

With a "click", the door suddenly opened by itself.

He froze for a moment, but finally knocked on the door twice, and said in a deep voice, "Miyazaki, I'm Sheng Chuan, I'm here to look for you. I'm coming in." Then he entered the door.

After entering and closing the door, the room was dark, so he turned on the light and saw Youliang lying on the bed, motionless.are you asleep?After hesitating for a while, Seikawa Shinto clenched his fist and pressed his lips to cough heavily, and then said: "Miyazaki, for our next conversation between the two of us, you must either get up, or I will offend you."

After finishing speaking, he was still lying down, looking like he was in a deep sleep.Seeing this, Sheng Chuan stepped forward and shook his body. Seeing that he was not moving at all, he got a little louder, but there was still no response.In the end, Sheng Chuan laid down a heavy hand, shaking the whole bed, but the excellent lying on it didn't move at all, as if he was dead.

"Miyazaki, get up." Sheng Chuan said, using his trump card.

He bent down ==, face to face, and then stretched out his hands, both hands suddenly slapped excellent cheeks, and rubbed them up and down, left and right.This trick was also used by him to wake up his sister Makoto when he was at home.It is the first time to use it on other people.

Still no response, really as if dead.

Looking at the unresponsive face in front of him, and a beam of light outside the window was like a light of revelation shining on that pale snow-white face, Sheng Chuan finally realized that something was wrong.He stretched out his finger to detect the boy's breath, it was so weak that it seemed to be nothing, and then touched his chest, the heart seemed to stop beating and beating.Sheng Chuan, who was fully aware of what was wrong, made a decisive decision, and rushed out of the door with Excellent.

I happened to meet his roommate Yinye at the door, and Yinye said in surprise, "Hey, why are you here, Sheng Chuan? Oh no, why are you walking out carrying Excellence?!"

"It's too late to explain." Sheng Chuan said in a deep voice, "Come with me and take him to the hospital first."

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Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog.

Like life, like death.

The boy knew that he was in a dream, he was floating in the outermost dream and looked at himself in the dream, which looked like a young child.

Judging by his body shape, he was about six years old.Excellent let out a soft oh, knowing which part this is going to reproduce.He wanted to order himself not to look, but he on the periphery of the dream still watched helplessly.

The fires in the sky, the destroyed families, the warm memories, and the photos of the warm smiles of the family members were turned into ashes, and the burned and dilapidated music boxes in the ruins could not play the music of the past.

"where is your family?"

"Dead." Looking at the ruins in front of him, he repeated blankly: "I was killed."

"Did you set the fire?"

The six-year-old Xiaoyou nodded heavily, rolling down countless tears, then raised his hands up, looked at the humanity in front of him and said, "Brother, arrest me. I'm a murderer."

The man called elder brother wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked very handsome, the kind of handsomeness that was out of dust and cold, like a cold spring under the moon.He glanced at Xiaoyouyou, and said in a calm tone: "As far as I know, your family members were killed before that. Why did you do this?"

"That's not a person, it's a monster!" The six-year-old child opened his eyes wide and trembled, his pupils trembled, and his lips also said, "The monster that eats people...I, I don't want my family become like that..."

The handsome boy glanced at him, the emotions in his eyes were covered by the reflective lenses.He groaned, and said lightly: "Excellent mobility, it will be very good to cultivate it."

"Marute, wait, that's what I want to say." Facing the superior, the boy said calmly.

But his superior smiled unexpectedly and sympathetically, and said, "It's just a kid who was cheated."

At that time, Excellent didn't know he was talking about himself.He only remembered what the boy told him before he left: "That's not a monster, it's called a 'ghoul'. And I tell you, it's waiting for your choice. But you have no other choice."

This is the first time.Looking at the back of the six-year-old self watching the boy leave, the excellent at the outermost edge of the dream wanted to tell him that he was the person who changed your destiny.But in the end he still didn't speak.I just said to myself softly in my heart: "That's the original appearance of the person you like."

After he finished speaking, he laughed that he was indeed dead, otherwise how could he say such hypocritical words to the point of death.

The whole body collapsed with the dream, falling into a deeper sea of ​​consciousness.

The screen turns.

Between life and death, life hangs by a thread.

The red lights of the police car and the ambulance flashed alternately, hitting his dying face through the crowd of onlookers.The onlookers talked a lot, their eyes fell on him with pity, and they could vaguely hear comments like "It looks like he's only in his teens, it looks like he's hopeless", "The driver was drunk and hit someone, it seems that the sentence will be severe". , and finally turned into a sigh.

And in the center of the crowd, he was lying on the cold ground, covered in blood, unable to move even if he wanted to.He opened his eyes and warned himself that he couldn't sleep, and after thinking about it, he regretted the birthday cake that was hit by a car together with him.

It seems that I can't go back to celebrate his birthday...

Gradually fading consciousness tried to piece together his appearance, white hair, handsome face, black-rimmed glasses, thin lips pursed.In the end, Excellent Moan === groaned, because of the pain that the body was about to fall apart, because of the pain that the head landed first after flying up, and also because of unwillingness.

Unwilling to die like this.I haven't celebrated his birthday with Arima yet, and I want to laugh at him on his birthday that he is already going to the third party, and I also want to take advantage of the situation to apologize for the previous cold war.I'm not reconciled, I'm so reconciled...

——I am not reconciled!

"Want to come back alive?"

"Then sign a contract with me and become a person trained under my system."

These two sentences came out of his dying brain, and in the chaos, he agreed.

Thus, this story can begin, and an excellent life can continue.

In the dark sea of ​​consciousness that was always ups and downs, Excellent saw the light, he stretched out his hand to catch the light, and struggled to swim up.Finally opened his eyes, in the hazy vision, appeared the delicate little face of the pseudo-loli.

This made him realize that he is not dead and still exists in the system space.

He is holding the first hourglass in both hands, and the sand in the hourglass bottle divided into two occupies most of the top half, and it is slowly leaking to the empty bottom.And the sand below has accumulated into a small pile.

The pseudo-loli's eyes were full of helplessness, "Really, I have nothing to do with you, why are you not obedient~ It makes me very embarrassed~"

"Don't think about me, at least think about the purpose of your initial resurrection, right?" The pseudo-loli reminded, telling the truth, "Isn't it just to stay by Kisho Arima's side?"

"If he is really dead, how can you stay by his side?"

Saying that, a mischievous sneer appeared on the delicate and delicate face of the pseudo-loli, "You are not just doing this for him."

Excellent knows what he's talking about.Choosing the path of fighting monsters and upgrading and cultivating idols is also for Kisho Arima.

"I beg you, please let me go, and let yourself go too!" The pseudo-loli said frantically, after four hours of entanglement, she felt that the boy she signed the contract with was simply a choice Difficult severe terminal patients.

Then he begged: "Can't you just choose a route at will? There are only two! Fight monsters to upgrade, idols to cultivate these two, whatever! Choose! One! One!"

"Not good." Youliang said firmly, subconsciously touched his body, and felt that it was really amazing to come back from the dead in a car accident.He looked carefully at the descriptions of the two routes, and said critically: "To fight monsters, you will end up in a different world; to cultivate, you will eventually become a superstar."

"—In this way, you won't be able to stay by his side all the time."

"Your father is in charge!" the pseudo-loli complained fiercely, seeing the young man's eyes closed and resolute, she finally compromised and said: "Well, then, I'll give you a new route of fighting monsters and upgrading + cultivating idols How about it?"

The author has something to say: Well, I wrote another chapter of chicken blood!

I'm happy, how about you guys!

☆、Reason for suicide

In the short life of Youyou 16 years, he saw the existence of the white light of heaven twice.

The first time was when he was dying in a car accident, and that time it was the fake loli who saved him.The second time is now, in fact, it was the fake loli who saved him, but since he was the one who wanted to kill him first, in order to prevent him from putting into action what he said before to kill him, Excellent expressed that he did not want to see her in a short time. he.

Following the white light of heaven, Jieyou opened his eyes, and saw a familiar face, beautiful face, with frowning brows.Excellence, whose consciousness was not completely clear, slowly stretched out his hand, and saw that person and another person approaching, another person with red hair and red eyes anxiously called his name, couldn't help but ran to call the doctor, and that face The handsome man frowned slightly, with worry in her calm blue eyes.

It was really like a picture he imagined.

He raised his hand with difficulty and touched the man's fair face.The man's eyes widened in surprise, and his unchanging face seemed to have changed as well.But excellence doesn't matter so much.

His consciousness is still not clear, and his heart is filled with the feeling of gratitude for the rest of his life.In the chaos, he whispered: "It's good to meet you." As he spoke, he stroked that handsome face with his fingertips. That face was hesitant, surprised, and slightly resisted, but finally lowered his eyes in disbelief. Look at him, without taking his hand away.

Like a sigh of relief, the excellent hand fell limply and landed heavily on the soft quilt of the hospital bed.This time, he exhausted all his strength, but there was still something he wanted to say.It must be said.

He opened his mouth, and continued to speak like a sigh: "This is so good...ArimaKisho..." The name dissipated in the air like light smoke.Excellent, who had already told her heart and soul, closed her eyes with peace of mind, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Yin, who called the doctor, also entered the ward with the doctor, looked at the closed-eyed excellent and took a step back for the doctor to examine his body.But he couldn't feel at ease like this, so he turned his face and asked Seikawa Shinto who was standing beside his hospital bed, and said with a little hesitation: "Excellent... did he say anything?"

Sheng Chuan touched his cheek with his fingers, and his fingertips touched the place that was touched just now.He lowered his eyes, and replied after a few seconds: "I didn't say anything." The fingertips touching his face flicked away, and the sudden static electricity made his face numb.

When Jieyou woke up again, he only felt that he was the first to wake up from the big dream. He opened his eyes and saw Shimuyin sitting on his bedside and talking on the phone, with a very polite tone: "Yes, he is in the hospital now, I hope you can come and see him. I am his friend, are you his relative? Ah, he is awake, do you want to say a few words to him..."

Realizing that he was talking about himself, and there was no time for him to say anything, he struggled to sit up, snatched the phone, and forced himself to calm down: "Hello?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, but it didn't change with the current. "excellent?"

Youyou gave a grace, and was about to brew it as usual before speaking, but heard Arima's steady voice: "I heard that you committed suicide." He quickly expressed his innocence.Seeing this, he turned his eyes sullenly, looked at the white wall and said, "I'm fine."

Arima Kisho, right? Excellent wanted to give an affirmative answer, Arima sighed softly: "How long are you going to be stubborn?"

"I heard that I'm very bad, are you fine?" Youyou blurted out without thinking, and then regretted that he wanted to take back his preface.

He just couldn't find it easy to get along with Arima Kisho as the usual harmonious father-son relationship.Once he returned to reality, self-esteem and pride wrapped him up like a hedgehog, but this hedgehog only showed all its thorns in front of the person he cared about the most.

Silence on the other end of the phone.

Is there another cold war?Excellent thought desperately, do you want to apologize?He pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak, in fact, he was already tired of all this in his heart.Countless cold wars, and then his unilateral compromise, all mistakes are mistakes, it is true, but he is really tired.

Turning around on the edge of life and death, he realized the importance of Arima to him, but just because of this, he was even more unable to speak out.Maybe it's because he knows to speak out, but he doesn't get half a response.

Hasn't it been explicitly rejected?What are you still expecting, Arima is excellent?

"I remember you like to eat the matcha triangle cake from the cake shop at the end of Shinjuku [-]-chome. I'm too busy to come here, so I can order one for you?" Arima said on the other end of the phone.

......What is this scenario?

Excellent heart thumped, hesitated for a long time, then simply gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you need me to do, just tell me. Don't, don't do this." It's scary.Like the sword of Damocles hanging above your head, you must always worry about the disaster it will face if it falls.

Arima laughed, Suzuki was puzzled, wondering if he just laughed... right?

"Just to comfort my injured son." Arima asked bluntly on the other end of the phone, "Do you want to?"

Does Excellent think he is such a spineless person that he can be bought with a piece of cake?He replied confidently and decisively: "Yes." He tried his best to take it for granted.

"You owe me." This sentence is really like a girl's words, so it is very reasonable to say that you are excellent.

Then Arima Kisho laughed again.This time, he was sure that he was really smiling.

Pretending to be righteous, he couldn't continue, pretending not to hear, and said in a calm tone: "If there is nothing wrong, I will hang up." Arima chuckled lightly and said hello.Youyou didn't realize that he liked to laugh so much before, so after hesitating for a while, he asked, "Have you...healed your facial nerve?"

"..."

After realizing that this was wrong, he calmly said: "Hang up." After speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Today's Arima Kisho is not right, and it makes him not right.

He thought about it, and curled the corner of his mouth, but it was fine.After hanging up the phone, feeling that Yin was still looking at him, Youyou turned his head and returned the phone to him, thanking him softly.

"Just you?"

Yin was also slightly stunned, with a strange look on his face. After changing his expression, he replied: "There is also Shengchuan Zhendou. He went to the doctor to understand your situation."

Excellent, nodded, and said nothing.The two of them spent quite a while in silence, and Yin couldn't help but speak first: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Excellent slightly turned to look at him in surprise, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"No." Yin also smiled wryly, and after thinking for a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "I just... can't accept some things..."

Youyou asked bluntly, "What's the matter?" If it was a misunderstanding between him and Shengchuan Zhendou, Youyou thinks he can explain it clearly.

"It's just some things that are not important to the overall situation." Yin also said, with a clear expression on his face that he didn't want to say anything.He was sitting facing the door of the ward, and his dodge eyes easily fell on the door, not looking good.

"It's not important to the overall situation, is it important to you?" Excellent asked flatly.

Yin also moved his eyes away and looked at him again, looking at his expressionless face, not understanding what he was thinking.But he still asked: "So, what is the most important thing for excellence?"

"The person I like." Because there is only one.

The corner of Otoya's mouth twitched, and he looked at his friend in disbelief, "That's it...do you like Seikawa-kun?"

"......" Wait, this doesn't seem right.

Later, after a new round of shocks, Youliang realized that not everything was wrong, but that his whole life was wrong.

The author has something to say: It's a bit late today =WWW=.

Please accept today's chicken blood.

☆、I like you

"Why commit suicide?"

What is which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted? You can only see it today.He lazily raised his lower eyelids and said nothing, obviously unwilling to answer the questioner.The man put his legs together, sat upright with his upper body straight, his feet stretched forward slightly, his hands on his knees, and he sat in a standard upright posture.

After a lot of difficulty, he and Yin also reached the point of communication, and Liang Hao didn't want to spend any more time talking about other people, so he never said a word.The person sitting was not in a hurry, and calmly maintained an upright sitting posture, waiting for his answer.

The two facial paralyzes are more patient than they are, they simply can't die without doing anything.The stalemate can only be eased when the nurse comes in to give the needle and infusion.

Probably the cold atmosphere also affected the performance of the little nurse. She didn't get the first needle, so she patted the back of her hand to find a blood vessel and inserted the second needle firmly, only to find that the needle was crooked again, so she pulled it out apologetically.

Excellent frowned calmly.This fell into Shengchuan's eyes, and he raised his hand to help the nurse press the back of his hand that had been smeared with alcohol. Although it was separated by a layer of medical gauze, he still knew that Excellent was stiff.

However, Shengchuan Zhendou was doing all this calmly, and looked at him calmly.

Later, he turned his face to the little nurse and said, "Although I'm very embarrassed, please change someone else." The tone was so sincere that one could ignore its essential coercion.He is a person who can't even speak seriously, a person who is as elegant as his appearance.

Excellent slightly raised his eyes, wanted to say something, but finally didn't say anything.

Through a layer of gauze, he felt the strength of his fingers pressing on the back of his hand, soft and firm.

Seeing this, the little nurse blushed and apologized, and blushed back out, partly because of a mistake and partly because the boy was so good-looking.And after the little nurse walked out, Excellent raised his hand to grab his hand, took it away, and pressed the back of his hand with his own hand.

Sheng Chuan didn't say anything.

He changed the subject, "Miyazaki, why do you come to Saotome Academy?"

Naturally, you can't talk about your original purpose, and Excellent doesn't have the habit of talking about troubles with another person, so he just perfunctoryly said: "Ideal, um, that's how it is."

Shengchuan Zhendou nodded implicitly, and every movement he made inadvertently distinguished him from the majority.He looked at him and said, "I am also because of ideals. I like music."

"That's good." Youyou said perfunctorily again, not understanding what Shengchuan wanted to tell him.

"I think that people are born to pursue what they want in their hearts. What they like and what they want, if that is