[Net King] Encounter

I suddenly had a premonition that something was off the rails.

It's just the feeling that...everything is just not supposed to be this way.

It shouldn't be like this, this person shouldn't be what he is, everything shouldn't be like this.

So I finally opened my mouth and asked the question I've always wanted to ask: "President... who are you?"

He looked at me, but he didn't seem to be looking at me, as if he wanted to see someone else through my face.When he heard my question, he fell silent again, and it took him a while to answer: "Asahina, who do you want me to be?"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu?"

I couldn't speak, indeed, I used him as a substitute from the beginning, and said something to him that I never dared to say to my seniors. This is my problem.

But I also clearly know that the other party is not the person I like from the beginning, and the replacement is always just a replacement. I never think about the other party's mood, and I am secretly happy that my game looks so real.

"Asahina..." He called my name again, but I suddenly looked up.

His tone is the familiar tone of my boyfriend calling me, but no, the person in front of me is not him, it is different from the time in the file room, my heart is not disturbed.

In the next second, his heart was raised high because of the other party's words.

The president asked: "Tezuka Kunimitsu, is that his name?"

"...that, the stream of consciousness that occasionally comes into my data."

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I couldn't think for a while, the amount of information revealed in these words was too much for me to react, but the details of those past days flashed in my mind.

Before becoming my boyfriend, the abrupt confession of the senior, and the subsequent words that are similar to the lines in the game.The action is similar to the plot of the game. On the day I became ten centimeters, the senior said that it was good to get used to having strange dreams. After the stage play, he said that he could only see my liking. All this was suddenly remembered at this moment.

I also remembered that sometimes when I faced the president's abnormal heartbeat, I would feel that he was no different from the senior, but sometimes he was casual and relaxed.Sometimes I can calmly distinguish between the two, and sometimes I feel that there is no difference between them.

It turned out that it was because of this.

It was because of this.

I couldn't help but took two steps back, but saw that although his face was expressionless, his eyes were filled with sorrow. He stared at me, frowned and said softly, "It's okay, I understood it a long time ago."

It's okay to be a substitute, it's okay to get hurt, it's okay to take advantage of, if it's what you expect, as long as I can do it, it doesn't matter anything.

Just... so jealous.

Can data also be sad and jealous?he does not know.

I was speechless, I didn't even know how to call him, I desperately recalled, trying to search for information about his original name from memory, I remembered a lot, I remembered when I saw the game introduction for the first time and decided The idea of ​​​​must buy, I also studied his settings at that time, but now I can’t remember his name, I think of the dream I had in the car on a school trip a long time ago, and I think of countless times with him. During the time we spent together, I was sitting at my desk sorting out the materials, the sun fell on the office and on his face, I just raised my head to look at him from time to time, and I could pass the whole afternoon without triggering the plot.

At that time, I never thought that I could date that Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"I..." I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. On the contrary, the other party seemed to calm down. He stretched out his hand to me and said calmly: "Sorry, I was rude just now. Since I came out, I want to go together go?"

I nodded, but didn't put my hand up. Instead, I took two steps and stood behind him, beckoning him to lead the way.

In a sense, he is indeed very similar to my boyfriend, even many small habits are the same, just like the way he turned his head to look at me at the moment, and only took a step when I walked to him.

We were walking under the tree, and I heard the sound of the leaves shaking, and the faint light of the string lights poured down from the gaps in the tree shadows, falling on his body into a soft halo.

I looked up at the tree. This tree is the place I have studied the most since I came here. After all, according to Ogino Ryo and Takase Yukiya, it was because they prayed under this tree that I came here inexplicably. In this unlucky game, there are many paper signs and red ribbons tied to the tree, making it look like you are in a shrine.I was a little fuzzy, and couldn't help but wonder how these were attached.I remember that there was a special story after Ogino Ryo's thread was passed, saying that Ogino Ryo once skipped class and climbed a tree to tie a paper sign with "long long time" on it.

Are there any gods living in the tree that can grant people's wishes?

Among those paper signs, are there a few with my name written on them that made me what I am today?

"This tree is for making friends." Seeing me stop, the president slowed down, turned his head and said softly, but it fell into my mind like a thunderbolt.

The information I read a long time ago was dusted off by this sentence, and the original appearance was gradually revealed.I recalled the introduction to him on the official website, because it is not a character that can be conquered, and there are not many introductions, only a few sentences, pointing out the origin of his name.

I tried to think about it and recalled that the president's parents met when they were visiting the shrine, so his name came from this, and that name was...

"Get married."

I muttered the name, and the people beside me stopped in amazement, and the beautiful purple pupils hidden under the glasses also opened slightly, showing a look of surprise.

"Kawahara Yuto."

I raised my head to look at him, met his eyes, and asked him, but my tone was firm: "The original name of the president is Yuto Kawahara, right?"

After a moment of silence, I didn't hear his voice, but the world suddenly lit up, no, no, the world was still dark, it was the tree beside me, those leaves and paper sticks were all shining, clearly There was no wind, but the tree was shaking violently, and pieces of light fell on my side and body, like paper blowing snow that would glow all over my body. There seemed to be a picture, when the tree was not tall at that time, the girl climbed up quickly by grabbing the branches, tied a paper stick with a certain name on the tree, and made a wish with a serious expression.

I suddenly realized that those paper signs carried people's wishes and memories.

Those rays of light are not dazzling, but enough to make people cry. I closed my eyes and stretched out my hand, one wish after another flooded in my mind.

I hope someone can like me.

Hope you get good grades in the exam.

Hope to win the game.

I hope you can invite someone you like to the dance party.

I hope that even after graduation, the other party will not forget me.

……

Those wishes are so pure and simple, young people are always like this, the world is only as big as a campus, likes are only as much as a heart, sincere and passionate.

When my fingertips touched a certain wish, the tree suddenly became quiet.

I still closed my eyes and listened to that wish. That wish overlapped with the sound around me, and the whole world was silent. Only that duet sounded like it came from somewhere far away, which seemed extraordinarily unreal.

The young man with brown hair and purple pupils stood under the tree and said softly.

"If I can, I want to hear her calling my name."

Don't want her to love him, and don't want her to stay with her.

He just wanted to hear her call his name, not the name she gave him to others, but his own, the original name.

His wish is only so big.

The tree became quiet, and those light shards covered the body of the person in front of him. The young man stood there, his brows were clear and cold, and his voice was hoarse but calm: "Thank you."

I didn't know how to answer for a while, what is there to be thankful for, I obviously didn't do anything, obviously I can't do anything.

So I spoke, my voice so trembling that it was almost like I was speaking.

"President..."

"Hmm." He replied softly.

"President Kawahara."

"Ah."

"Kawahara-kun."

"Ah."

"Kawahara Yuto."

"exist."

"sorry."

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and patted my head lightly, and his answer was as soft as a sigh.

"It's ok."

The world shattered and collapsed at that moment, and it was torn apart like a painting in front of me, so the last scene imprinted in my eyes was the young man smiling.

I sat up suddenly.

The moonlight shone into the room, and the clock beside the bed showed the current time.

Four in the morning.

I woke up from a long dream.

The author has something to say:

Happy New Year!Come back and update x

Collect the foreshadowing, the school festival will probably end after finishing writing!

This article is really dragged on for too long orz

Next, see Tezuka Kunimitsu's new article related to the column. The name is "Pupil", a story of me, her, and him!

Not lighthearted and probably not an enjoyable story, but I personally liked it!

It’s obviously a movie of three people, but I still can’t have a name.jpg (what)

Work hard this year, if you can finish writing it, give him a book (?) Even if you can’t sell it, it’s good to make a commemoration for yourself www

It is estimated that I still can’t save the manuscript, so I will update (you)

-2019.02.09