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Yue stroked his younger brother's silver hair jerky, pursed his lips and didn't know what to say, and subconsciously ignored Xuetu's last suggestion.

Yue rubbed the top of Companion's hair, and couldn't help pinching his ears.

Seeing Yue rubbing the idiot brother like a cat, Xuetu fell silent.

- Try it next time.

The restlessness that attracted the soul subsided, Tsukishiro Reiji felt ashamed after realizing it.

He obviously hasn't acted like a baby to his brother since junior high school!

Tsukishiro Reiji slowly got out of Yue's arms, while thinking about his brother's current situation.

Dual personality?Schizophrenia?

But my brother has never shown any signs of this before. Is it because he can see the comments and kill him frequently, which scares my brother into a second personality? !

"Brother?" he called tentatively.

Yue Mo was silent, and responded softly: "En."

……

?

Tsukishiro Reiji waited for a long time before Yue's next sentence.

Usually Yukito talked a lot, but suddenly it was him looking for a topic, Reiji Tsukishiro really didn't know what to say—

Wait, this brother won't be as autistic as he is!

For a moment, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

As soon as Momoya Kinomoto entered the door, seeing the two people in the living room looking at each other, he paused in his footsteps, and immediately had the illusion of going from spring in March to twelfth lunar month and winter.

He glanced at "Snow Rabbit", and after understanding the situation, Taoya's stomach twitched uncontrollably.

It's really not easy for me to intervene in the affairs of the three brothers.

So, under Tsukishiro Reiji's eyes asking for help, Kinomoto Momoya slipped into the kitchen silently.

He couldn't afford to offend, he couldn't afford to offend anyone in the living room.

Snow Rabbit couldn't see it, so he took over his body.

Because Yue's guardian form needs to consume a lot of magic power, in order to avoid the situation where the magic power cannot be supplied again, the two agreed that Yue would not appear in real body for the time being.

Yukito wanted to take this opportunity to reveal part of the situation in the magical world to Reiji, but it was Yue who flinched first.

It can't be said that she flinched, Yue just silently expressed her resistance.

Xue Tu couldn't laugh or cry, Yue actually worried that Reiji would not be able to accept the companionship with Yue.

Overprotective, Snow Rabbit commented on Yue's behavior.

Yue Leng snorted, ignored it, and stared at his little star through Snow Rabbit's eyes.

Reiji Tsukishiro noticed that Xuetu's expression softened again, his eyes lit up, "Brother!"

Then he was pinched by the snow rabbit on the cheek.

"Um!"

"Won't Reiji share the trip to England with brother?" Snow Rabbit asked angrily.

Yue couldn't help but feel that the companion needed to be educated.

Although he saw the constraints on the accompanying soul, he understood that the other party would never reach death.

But...education is a must.Yue nodded inwardly.

Reiji Tsukishiro's inquiring mind completely faltered after the hour-long repetition.

No matter what Xuetu said, he nodded and agreed with dull eyes: "Okay."

Regarding Yue's identity, Xuetu and Yue finally agreed and introduced to Reiji: "He is your other brother named Yue."

Neither of them wanted to lie to the other, so there was no further explanation.

But it doesn't matter, Xuetu has already seen what's going on in Reiji's little head.

——My brother split his second personality because he was too worried about me!

Reiji Tsukishiro was almost overwhelmed by guilt. He liked the cold Yue and Snow Rabbit.

But being stared at by two pairs of condemning eyes at the same time, he wished he could shrink into a speck of dust and be blown to any corner by the wind.

The study room was tidied up to become Reiji Tsukishiro's small room, and Xuetu slipped him under the nose to avoid further accidents.

"Until school starts, you are not allowed to run around." Snow Rabbit said seriously, "Until your body recovers completely, don't go back to Yokohama, and you are not allowed to go to Matsuda's house."

When Tsukishiro Reiji was about to grow mushrooms, Matsuda Jinpei knocked on his door.

Seeing that the young man was fine, he was relieved.

Hearing that the other party was grounded again, Matsuda Jinping couldn't help asking: "What did you do secretly again?"

When Matsuda Jinhei asked, the two were playing video games in the living room, Tsukishiro Reiji's hand froze, and the villain on the screen snapped to death.

"Mr. Zhenping..." How dare he say that, could he say that I secretly died once behind your back?

Snow Rabbit glanced at his younger brother with a half-smile, "Mr. Matsuda, it's better not to know."

On the fifth day of the confinement, a piece of news from the editor hit Tsukishiro Reiji like a thunderbolt.

[Teacher Huajiang, how are you preparing for the reissue? ——Maeno]

【Excuse me, the long vacation I applied for...——Huajiang Yuezi】

Tsukishiro Reiji clearly remembered that he asked the editorial department for a long vacation!

[It ended two days ago, and the deadline for submission at [-]:[-] am the day after tomorrow :). ——Maeno]

Hiss - Tsukishiro Reiji gasped.

Why don't he ask for two more days to suspend this issue too!

Just when he was about to move, the editor sent another message.

[Unfortunately, yesterday I clearly replied to readers: Teacher Huajiang will resume publication in the next issue.What does Teacher Huajiang think? ——Maeno】

[... I will submit the manuscript on time. ——Huajiang Yuezi]

Tsukishiro Reiji scrambled and got off the bed, almost tripping over it.

From drawing in the evening to drawing in the morning and drawing in the afternoon, he completed the draft to the outline of the original manuscript, but there was no blackening, post-retouching and dots at all.

His eyes manually lost their highlights, and he fell into the nightmare cycle of "I have to submit the manuscript tomorrow, and I am about to die suddenly".

Brother Taoya returned to Yokohama, and he caught his brother to post on the website, but it was still too late...

During the collapse, Reiji Tsukishiro called Matsuda Jinpei for help, but he didn't know what he was talking nonsense.

He only heard the reassurance on the other end of the phone that he would come right away.

"Please help me, Mr. Zhenping, woo--"

If it is not completed, it will be thrown into Tokyo Bay by the editor, absolutely!

God knows that hearing the young man's faint cry in the middle of the night, Matsuda Jinping was so frightened that he jumped out of bed, put on some clothes, and rushed to the door of the other party's house.

"What's wrong?!" He knocked on the door.

If Xuetu hadn't opened the door quickly, Matsuda Jinpei would have already kicked the door open.

"..." Snow Rabbit held his forehead and explained the situation to him.

In the living room, the sketches were spread out on the table in a mess. The young man's eyes were red and swollen, and he stayed up all night.

Snow Rabbit even guessed irresponsibly: Did my younger brother secretly go to the toilet to wipe his tears?Otherwise, how could it be so popular.

I really want to record it.

Tsukishiro Reiji was delirious, and he was drawing almost instinctively.

"Zhen Ping, QAQ is due at eight o'clock tomorrow."

In the room, the smell of coffee lingers for a long time. The young man is visibly sleepy to the naked eye, but rubs his eyes from time to time, and continues to paint with the momentum of death.

Matsuda Zhenping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, took a deep breath, sat down at the table resignedly, and picked up a pen to help him blacken.

Having dismantled the bomb, his hand was very steady, so it was no problem to paint it black.

The moment the man picked up the paintbrush, his image suddenly became extremely tall in Reiji Tsukishiro.

The halo of Tsukishiro Reiji's white wings shone, and he thought dizzily: Mr. Jinpei is an angel——

At the end of the painting, Reiji Tsukishiro nods his head like a chicken pecking at rice, making Matsuda Jinhei feel absurd about staying up late to make up his homework.

"You go to sleep first, I'll call you in an hour." Really couldn't stand it anymore, Matsuda Jinhei carefully grabbed his hand, took out the dip pen to prevent it from getting on the manuscript paper, and said softly.

"Hmm..." Tsukishiro Reiji took a while to understand what he was saying.

Tiredness and embarrassment shook his will to paint, "Zhenping must call me—"

Seeing his blue pupils half-opened and half-closed, Matsuda Jinpei was in a daze and persisted, like a meowing coquettish cat, and his heart suddenly softened.

"Okay, I won't forget," he said.

After receiving two glasses of water from the kitchen, Snow Rabbit came out yawning, and saw her younger brother curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

A glass of water was handed to Matsuda Zhenping, and Xuetu told him roughly that his younger brother Youyou actually swam into the hospital and lay in bed for a week before he forgot about handing in the manuscript.

Xuetu said it lightly, and the veins in Matsuda Zhenping's forehead twitched violently.

He finally knew how Snow Rabbit felt back then.

"Don't spoil him." Snow Rabbit glanced at him, and ran over in the middle of the night to give his brother a drawing.

"Retire tomorrow." Matsuda Jinhei said, his gaze focused on the manuscript paper that Snow Rabbit was holding, which was self-evident.

Snow Rabbit choked.

Well, don't tell anyone.

An hour later, Matsuda Jinpei called people up on time.

Tsukishiro Reiji sat blankly for a few minutes before remembering that he... still needs to draw!

pain mask.

He casually took the cup on his left hand and drank it down in one gulp. The cold water poured into his stomach, and he became more awake.

"That's mine..." Before Matsuda Jinpei could stop him, the young man looked over with confused blue eyes.

"It's okay, you can drink."

Xuetu has class tomorrow, and was driven to bed by Reiji Tsukishiro.

"Don't be too late, rest immediately after painting." He instructed, then looked at Matsuda Jinpei, "Matsuda, sleep here today, don't go back at night."

Matsuda Jinpei was busy blacking out, and nodded casually.

Until the last manuscript was uploaded to the outlets, Tsukishiro Reiji collapsed and lay down, with his cheek pressed against the cold glass tabletop, he was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger.

Matsuda Jinhei sorted out the manuscript papers one by one and put them in folders.

When he turned his head again, the young man had already fallen asleep on his stomach, breathing softly.

Carefully carrying him to the bed in the room, Matsuda Jinpei thought it was better to go home.

As a result, the moment he turned around, the corner of his shirt was lightly hooked.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to look.

The young man squeezed into the depths of the bed, shrunk into a ball to leave a place for one person.

"Sleep soon..." Reiji Tsukishiro yawned slightly, patted the pillow next to him, and said vaguely, "Here."

Seeing the wrinkled tip of his delicate nose, Matsuda Jinpei lightly put his feet on top of him, straightening out his scattered silver hair.

Seeing that he was holding on, his eyes were slack and he had to wait for himself, Matsuda felt helpless, leaned down and said in a low voice, "I won't go."

The warm promise was sent to the ear with the breath, Tsukishiro Reiji nodded slightly, and let himself fall into sleep.

There are only single beds in the study room.

When he woke up, Reiji Tsukishiro's clothes were opened wide in front of his eyes, the tip of his nose was pressed against his bulging chest muscles, and the heat was continuously transmitted from there.

The head was heavy, as if Matsuda Jinpei had put his chin on top of his head.

He moved out, only to be pushed back.

Tsukishiro Reiji quietly let himself go for a while, but still felt sleepy, and fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took.

Matsuda Zhenping woke up, white walls, unfamiliar quilts, and... a few strands of silver hair?

There was a rustling sound in his arms, he lowered his head, his blue pupils reflected the golden morning light.

Matsuda Jinpei heard the young man's voice slightly hoarse, with a rising end——

"Mr. Jinpei, good morning."

The sky was just right.

Matsuda Zhenping was startled, and slowly buried his silver hair, hiding the deep smile in his eyes: "Good morning."

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Three people, two pens, one night, one miracle