[Net King] Only you can see me

On the second day after returning to the hospital, Qianchuan Muhe met Makino Mirai.

In the corridor with white walls and white lights, she was with a few classmates who had a good relationship with her class.

"Hehe... will it get better?"

Tian Fangcai, Qianchuan Muhe's tablemate, asked hesitantly.

"Yes. The doctor said to talk to her more to wake her up. Let's come again when we have time."

The president of the student council, Konya Wuyue, who was like a big sister, patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

"Muwa is the strongest... so she must..."

Makino didn't finish speaking, tears welled up in his eyes.She doesn't laugh as much as she used to.Ever since the incident happened, she has fallen into a deep self-blame. If she had insisted on staying that day, she might have been able to help Harmony when she was in distress, and the situation would not have turned into what it is today... She I often think so.

"In the future, Muhe is a calm person. She has thought clearly about what she does. You have to trust her decision. We all believe that she will wake up, because she is Qianchuan Muhe."

Jin Gu Wuyue said seriously.

Because she is Chikawa Muwa...

Because he is Yukimura Seiichi...

It turned out that they were deeply trusted people.

Qianchuan Muhe smiled, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned around easily with one foot, feeling extremely comfortable.So much so that the depression that was entwined in his chest just now because he was about to see his sad family members later dissipated.

Yes, she is Qian Chuan Muhe, Qian Chuan Muhe who doesn't give up, what is impossible?

She even suspected that she should have died after receiving the fatal blow, but she persisted, so her thinking was still "alive".This is already the most incredible thing, the rest is easy to say.

She walked back briskly.Her mind was spinning quickly - the only person she could turn to for help now was Yukimura, she had better hurry up and figure out a solution with him.She was too negligent in the past, she didn't know how long she could last in this state, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, she might disappear forever.Time is too tight to waste.

When he returned to Yukimura's ward, he wasn't there.

Maybe it's on the rooftop.

Qian Chuan Muhe turned around and went up to the rooftop.

The loose hospital gown made the person who was not tall even more slender.

slim?This really shouldn't be used to describe Yukimura.He is tenacious and powerful. He suffers silently where others cannot see him. He still smiles in front of others. He is a person worthy of admiration.

"Are you looking at the scenery again?"

Qian Chuan Muhe took advantage of the situation and floated his "body", stepping on the iron net to overlook the endlessly flowing streets.

"It's gone again."

The people under the iron net ridiculed.

Calmly "jump off" the iron net, and look at the people inside through the grid from the other side.

"I always thought Yukimura was a good boy, but my eyesight was bad."

Qian Chuanmuhe accused with a blank face.

"Yes." The words were harsh, but the smile on his face was not the same.

Well, for the sake of his smiling so happily, please forgive him.

"Can you see me again today?"

Chikawa Muwa stepped forward, passed through the iron net, and stood in front of Yukimura.

"This shows that I really have a good relationship with Spirit Body Sang."

Yukimura smiled and rolled his eyes, looking very happy about this.

Qian Chuan Muhe took a few steps back, stared at his smiling face for a few seconds, then looked away: "I need your help with something."

Hearing what she said, Yukimura's expression remained the same, but the smile in his tone faded a lot: "Is it about your return to your body? I can't do many things in the hospital, so I can only ask my friends to help check it out." Some information, maybe there will be news soon.”

Although the matter has nothing to do with him, Yukimura is willing to take care of it. Except for the occasional childish mischief, he has always been such a gentle and kind person.

"Thank you, Yukimura."

Chikawa bowed and thanked him sincerely.

She was very grateful to him for not ignoring her in this predicament, even though he was still sick.

Yukimura looked at her face, which was transparent, hazy, and not clear under the sunlight.

"Thank your friend for me."

She couldn't express her gratitude in person, so she had to ask him instead.

"You're welcome, they are all very happy. They are very nice people and will do their best to meet my requests."

Yukimura smiled softly.

Hey, why do you feel the coolness?Qian Chuanmuhe shook his shoulders, as a spirit body, for the first time, he had the urge to put on a quilt.

Yukimura and Yukimura are still in the stage of getting to know each other, and she will not understand. Among the three entrusted by him, the gentleman wearing glasses and the black-faced emperor have so much resentment in their hearts that they dare not express it.

"So..." Qian Chuanmuhe thought for two seconds, patted his chest, and said proudly, "If Yukimura can use me, just call me!"

Afraid of Yukimura's politeness, she also gave an example: "For example, I can sing and tell stories, I am familiar with all kinds of anecdotes, and my grades in various subjects are also good."

Yukimura straightened her hair that was blown by the wind, stared at her green eyes for a long time, and nodded slightly: "I want to draw today, and the spirit body-san will be my model."

Facing such a literary Yukimura, Chiwa could not refuse.

As the night gradually approached, Muwa Chikawa looked at the picture book laid out by Yukimura's bed, feeling chills all over his body.

The characters in the painting are very distorted, one person has three faces, and the faces are also extremely abstract, the nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes.

She glanced at the sleeping man, feeling very powerless.

When she saw the painting, she protested on the grounds: "Your painting style, Yukimura, can actually be done without a model."

Although she won't get tired of keeping a posture, she wants to take a walk more than this.Besides... She really didn't want to admit that the person who was painted as a monster was drawn with reference to her.

Hearing what she said, Yukimura showed a characteristic smile: "Hehe...Art comes from life, and the abstract painting school also needs models. Come on, spirit body-san."

Thinking of this, Qian Chuanmu let out a sad sigh, and drifted to the window again.

There are cars coming and going downstairs, people of all kinds walking by on the road, or hanging out with friends, or walking in a hurry.

Yukimura's friend sent him an email in the evening, in which someone summed up and recorded scientific speculations and hypotheses related to "spirit out of body".

The topic of "soul" has been studied since ancient times, and the more people study it, the more messy the content will be.Especially before there is no evidence to show that these assumptions and conjectures are correct, she can only choose intuitively, and then desperately follow the theory to "drill back" into her body.

Perhaps, this will pay the price of never waking up or disappearing forever.

but……

She turned to look at the person on the bed.

Lying on her side, her body slightly curled up, even if her hair covers most of her face, it's hard to hide her elegance.

Yukimura sees her more and more often, if he guessed correctly, he may...be dying soon.

This was her last straw. She wanted to help him, to save others and herself, without delay.

The author has something to say: Yukimura: My idol is Picasso

Chikawa Muwa: Hehe