[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

The students in the hero department seem to be used to going to bed early, and before ten o'clock, the room shared by the girls in class B was completely quiet.

The bed I slept in was closer to the door of the room, so no one noticed when I walked out the door with bare feet.

Although it is summer, it is still a bit cold at night.I went to the woods at the entrance of the Hesu building, found a tree at random, climbed up and lay down on the branches.The light sound of the night wind blowing the leaves made the chaotic head barely awake.

As if foretelling something, the frequency of nightmares has recently increased, and I can even clearly remember every detail of those nightmares.

How can you not remember?That obviously happened.

Suddenly, there was the sound of fine footsteps.I lowered my head, stood under the tree and looked up at me.

I supported the branch with my hands, and hung myself on the branch with my arms like a horizontal bar, just like when we first met.The tree was about the same height as the ones in the school, so my eyes were just right at the teenager's.

Contrary to the action in memory, Hong suddenly stretched out his hand, held my armpits with both hands, and half-forced me off the tree.

I stood on the flat ground in his posture.

Only then did the boy notice that I was not wearing shoes, and he frowned at my bare feet.

"You have no shoes on."

"Anyway, it's summer, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not." I raised my left foot and swung it twice. The sole of my foot has been stained black by the ground, which made it look like it was covered with a dirty mat. "Put on shoes It will disturb others."

Hong stared at my feet for a few seconds, then reached out to lift me up again.Because of the height difference, the boy easily lifted my feet off the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey...don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are tall..." I let him drag me along and pretended to complain.

He ignored my complaints, carried me directly to the steps at the entrance of the building, told me to sit down, and entered the house by himself.When the boy came back, he had an extra pair of sneakers in his hand, the men's kind.

"..."

I took the shoe subconsciously, reached out and turned it over, looking at the size of the sole and lost in thought.

Boom's shoe size is bigger than I imagined...

But Yihong's inexplicable twisted character, if I don't wear these shoes, I probably won't be able to leave this step at all.So I just made do with putting my feet in sneakers.The shoes are so big that I wear them like two boats hanging from my feet.

The young man watched me silently dragging my shoes and walking back and forth for two steps, with an annoyance exuding from all over my body.

I laughed with a "poof" and said, "Okay... Anyway, I borrowed it temporarily to wear it, not to wear it for a run."

Only then did Hong stop worrying, and replied with a soft "hmm".

We sat side by side on the steps.The weather has been okay these two days, so the stars will appear extra bright after dark.The night wind blew from the side to the shoulders, bringing the hair to the face, creating a slightly itchy touch.

The person next to him suddenly asked, "Can't you sleep?"

I froze for a moment, and then answered with a "hmm": "It's almost... Maybe I'm too excited."

Not really excited.It's not so much that I can't sleep, it's better to say that I don't want to sleep.Having nightmares is my own problem, I have no reason to bother Hong with this matter, after all those things have nothing to do with him.

Even so, I still wonder if my life trajectory would have changed if I had called an emergency at that time.

If the couple hadn't died, everything after that probably wouldn't have happened.

I killed them twice, once when the personality awakened, and once when I realized that I used the personality on them.

Hong stretched out his hand and turned my head with a strong attitude. I tilted my head according to the force exerted by the boy, and the other's beautiful different-colored pupils just magnified in my sight.I can feel the other person's breath on my face, warm and cool with the evaporation of water.

"You lied," he said.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible, "What can I lie about?"

The boy stubbornly repeated his lines, "You are lying."

I don't know why Hon sensed that I wasn't telling the truth.We obviously only dated at the beginning of the summer vacation, and we didn't know each other that deeply, but his tone was so determined that I felt that he already knew me very well.

I could only take off his hand on the back of my head, "No, I don't have to lie to you."

Boom seemed a little angry.

The boy withdrew his hand and sat beside me without saying a word.I played with my fingers a little bored, and from time to time looked at the other side's face from the corner of my eye.He didn't look at me at all, just looked at the small forest at the entrance of the Hesu building.

If I didn't know that he might be angry, I would have thought that there was a TV hidden in the grove.

I lifted my calf and kicked the shoe on my foot.The oversized sneakers swayed back and forth with my movements, and finally drew a very light arc in the sight of me and the boy, and landed about half a meter away from us.

I suddenly felt an indescribable embarrassment.

To put it simply, I seem to be frantically testing on the verge of getting angry.

When I thought that the people around me would reprimand me angrily or go back to the room without saying a word, Hong stood up again. He picked up the poor sneaker and patted it, then put it on my heel Back on my right foot.

The slightly warm temperature of the teenager's fingertips spread to the brain nerves along the slightly cold calf blown by the night wind.It was obviously just a normal body temperature, but it carried an unknown burning sensation.

The man was damn good-natured.

I'd feel better if he actually got mad at me.

But Hong's behavior of quietly staying by my side despite knowing that I was lying to him made me feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.This sense of guilt continued to expand with the subconscious buried in the bottom of my heart, and finally occupied the entire heart.

I'm just a murderer, what right do I have to enjoy such treatment?

I think I've developed an emotion called "self-loathing".

"Sorry," the boy maintained the posture of supporting my calf, his voice was lower than usual, and it sounded like he was talking about something very important, "I'm too self-righteous."

I blinked, not quite understanding what he was trying to express.

"Shoes... you can just give them to me tomorrow, and I don't think I need to change them for the next two days." He put down my legs, stood up and walked towards the building, "Go to rest early, tomorrow is the formal training."

I supported the cement table behind me with both hands, and looked up at the disappearing figure of the other party.

Probably too much, me.

I was the one who lied, but it was Boom who apologized in the end.

I wryly smiled silently with the corners of my mouth pulled, then slowly stood up from the steps and patted the gray stain on the hem of the bathrobe.

If I have a chance tomorrow during the day, I'd better apologize to him.

With that in mind, I slowly walked to the room of the girls in Class B.

The author has something to say:

The heroine belongs to the type who is more able to act, and the reason why she is born is still very legitimate.

And Mr. Hong still has a thorn in his heart (made by the heroine)

Anyway, in a certain sense, both parties are crazy and can’t reach the meeting. The heroine doesn’t want to use her own affairs to annoy Boss Hong. Boss always feels that she is not good enough to be trusted, so the topic is dead again, everyone go back to sleep