Trapped in the sunset

Wei Young is lying on the table at the moment, the black hair that was scattered behind her back covered her face like a curtain with her movements.The shoulders went up, then dropped heavily, followed by a long sigh.

She thought of everything she had experienced in this short week, and then recalled her life in high school before, and suddenly felt so irritable that she wanted to go to the beach and scream regardless of her image.Although the selection of the music club has been passed smoothly, the childhood playmates have also met on the weekend, and the room has been decorated similarly to before, but. . .Did she really understand what the history teacher taught?What does she know and want her to remember about the history of the world? but. . .But she really can't remember the wars, what's the general's name, the year and date of the war, plus the names of those wars!In the past, those who needed to know about World War I and II, Vietnam War, Korean War, etc. were all helped by her brother.

The problem is, my brother is not in Japan now. . .

Wei Young raised her hand and opened the history book casually, staring at the esoteric words on it for a long time, then slowly closed the book again.He sighed again in despair.

Try Harder. . .

she said to herself, sitting up straight.

Go to the library during lunch break. . .

It was a good decision to do so, Wei Young took out the textbook for the next class, turned the notes to a new page and waited for the teacher to enter the class.The brief gaffe just now was like an illusion, but when he regained his senses, he was in that peaceful state again.

If there is something that Wei Young can't bear the most, apart from others stepping on her bottom line and offending her principles, it's the feeling of being about to understand but not understanding, that thin line of difference.

. . .

However, when Wei Young went through all the historical reference books she found, she said: "It's completely... useless." The so-called reference books are just rearranging the contents of the textbooks in a different way. . .

Staring at the book in front of her, she just exhaled lightly this time, opened it to the first side, picked up the pen, and began to scribble on her own book.

This is what Haiyin Temple taught her when she was in elementary school: write down the names of people and places in different colors, write the year and date in the upper left corner of the page, and write in this order, and then write the name of the war Write it right in the middle of the paper, then jot down other important points of it next to it, and then jot down the finer details next to it. . .Although troublesome, it is undeniable that it really works.At least, her test scores in this way will at least exceed 85 points.

It was not until the self-study class that Wei Young put down her pen and moved her shoulders a little.

Looking around the scene in the classroom, the content of the intermittent chat also came to his ears.Only at this time did Wei Young realize those subtle and regular collision sounds coming from the seat beside her.Perhaps because she was used to it, she never noticed it.

When she turned her head, she saw the shogi board in front of the red-haired boy and the chess pieces in his hand.

Can you play with yourself?

Wei Young continued to watch with a little curiosity.

About 10 minutes later, the teenager put down the last chess piece, and said lightly, "Understand?"

Wei Young dragged her chin with one hand, pondered for a moment: "I don't really understand. I know more about chess." After thinking for a while, she said: "But the most interesting thing is to watch other people play chess." Even if you don't understand, I still like looking at the chessboard, the swallowed pieces one by one, and the expressions and movements of both sides when thinking.

But maybe, the reason I like it is just because that place is always quiet no matter what kind of chess is played. . .

It's the atmosphere. . .That kind of calming atmosphere.I always feel that any troubles will be temporarily forgotten in this environment.

"Really?" Akashi said, "Then next time, please be sure to compete with me."

"Okay." Although, the loser must be myself. . .Wei Young remembered Tetsuya's words and thought so.

——"How should I put it, Akashi-kun feels like an absolute victory. Victory is as natural to him as breathing, so there is no reason to lose."

Staring at him for a while, Wei Young asked him softly: "Hey, Akashi-kun."

The boy's strange eyes stared at her.It doesn't make her uncomfortable.

"Akashi-kun, you know Kuroko Tetsuya, right?"

"Tetsuya?" The boy frowned imperceptibly, but seeing the girl's serious expression, he replied, "We played together in middle school."

Seeing the inquiry in his eyes, Wei Young explained: "He was my playmate when I was young. I only left Japan when I was five years old, and before that, he was always my neighbor."

The topic of Heizi has not been further discussed here.

Glancing at her open notebook from the corner of the eye, the boy gestured with his slender hand, then took the notebook after the girl nodded, and began to flip through it.

The tightly pursed lips were slowly raised: "You did it very seriously." It was also very detailed.

Wei Young smiled back weakly: "No way, the teacher can't understand what he taught and can't remember it."

Akashi reached out, took out a black book from the drawer, and handed it over.

Although Wei Young was puzzled, she took it obediently: "This is?" Then when she saw the content inside, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide: "You made this?"

"Ah."

"I feel inferior." Wei Young half-jokingly said to him.

Akashi remained silent, watching the girl's serious expression quietly.Those notes of his were made during the vacation after graduating from junior high school, and basically even covered what he had to learn in the second year of high school.

"Well, can you lend me this later?"

Regarding Wei Young's cautious appearance, Akashi only said: "If you have any questions in the future, just ask, save time."

If it were someone else, maybe Akashi wouldn't say that.

You know, Akashi Seijuro is a person who will not lend his things to others easily.But there will always be one or two people who can make him an exception.

Just like Heizi Tetsuya.

The same is true for Haiyin Temple Weiyang now.

To get anything from him, Akashi Seijuro, you have to prove yourself.

For Kuroko Tetsuya, Akashi has taken a fancy to his unique talent and his hard work.After all, if Kuroko did not have the spirit of never giving up, he must have never been able to withstand the almost inhuman training that Akashi had prepared for him.

And now Haiyin Temple Weiyang.Akashi gently closed her book, stroking the cover with her thumb.

Those who don't work hard are not eligible for any help, and those who don't save themselves have no one to save them.

Akashi admits that he is not a sympathetic person.There is no need to talk about helping other people except the members of the basketball club.Even in the student union, unless it is a major event, most things are resolved by other people.

This tablemate is really surprising.Unlike other people of the same age, she is the first person who can calmly look at herself.Without any distracting thoughts, without any flattery, as if I was just an ordinary classmate.

Is. . .Very novel feeling.

But, at that time, will she still look at him so calmly?

Akashi lowered his eyes, the smile on his lips was unclear.

hope. . .Will not let myself down.

At this moment, the girl's gray eyes were crystal clear.She said to him with a sincere and soft smile, "Thank you, Akashi-kun."

"You're welcome."

——As long as you can pass that level. . .

The author has something to say: that's it.

I'm actually very confused. . .Do you want to write about Akashi's appearance as the Great Demon King?

But in advance, no matter what, Akashi in my article will be gentle! ! ! . . .Well, it should be.

A small confession: I have no drafts at all.Hit whatever comes to mind.But. . .Had a great time.Of course, I'd be happier without those gibberish symbols. . . "Resentment"

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