My youth romance is always confusing

After accompanying Miyue back home from the hospital, the heavy feeling that had been weighing on me all the time was slightly relieved.

Of course, I knew that was simply the result of returning from an unfamiliar environment to a familiar one.

In fact, the situation that Mitsuki has to face has not changed much.

I left in a hurry just now and didn't have time to discuss Miyue's matter with my dad, so I could only take this opportunity to give him a call.

By the way, the number of times I called my dad in the past few days is almost catching up with the number of times I called him in the whole of last year.

I found a place where Mitsuki couldn't hear me and called.

"Hello? Dad."

"Oh, it's Hachiman, what's going on?"

"What should we do about Mitsuki? We should take her back today."

Hikigaya Kumozo was silent for a while.

"Just go and do everything you can first, and I'll take care of the formalities later."

"Okay, I'll take her to school to pack her things first."

I looked into the room behind me, but still nothing happened.

Take a deep breath.

"Uncle Chonggong, what happened next?"

The only response I got was a silence even longer than before.

After a long time, my father's voice sounded again, but it was mixed with unspeakable fatigue.

"Not too optimistic."

"Yeah."

"Mr. Takamiya fell into a coma again right after you left. This time, the doctors said it would be extremely difficult for him to wake up again."

The cruel truth once again weighed on everyone's head.

I understand that no matter what, Mitsuki has to make a choice today.

Even so, there is only one option for this choice.

"Moreover, according to Mr. Chonggong's physical condition, he can probably only survive for another half a month at most."

What is more cruel than the cruel truth is that life forces you to face the truth.

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, the feeling of weight on my father seemed to be transmitted to me through the phone, and my heart suddenly felt heavy.

But I also know that Miyue had already anticipated this. She had already guessed it when she came out of the hospital.

I put my phone back in my pocket and looked up at the somewhat dim sky.

Endless dark clouds pressed down from the sky, and the corners where there was still some sunlight disappeared without a trace.

Not to mention me, even a normal, carefree person would feel depressed when seeing this scene.

What a fucked up world.

I returned to the house and ran into Mitsuki who was putting away her bedding.

She raised her head and looked at me strangely.

"Hachiman, what's wrong?"

......

"Get ready, take me to your school, and sort out your things."

The quilt in Miyue's hand slipped to the ground and she was completely stunned.

After a while, she came to her senses and quickly folded the quilt on the floor again.

"What do you mean by go... go to school?"

I looked at her flustered little face and felt a little distressed.

Although I felt really sorry, I could only sigh in my heart.

"Mizuki, you will live in my house from today on."

Mitsuki wanted to retort with something like 'I can take care of myself here' and 'Father will need someone to take care of him when he comes back'.

But as she thought about it, she rejected all of these in her heart.

Because she knew that those were unrealistic.

Miyue looked back at the house where she had lived for ten years, not knowing what to say.

Although she knew that this day would come sooner or later, she still couldn't accept it when it came.

"I...."

Mitsuki looked at Hachiman with a confused look.

Yes, no matter how mature she is, she is still a child after all.

After losing even the last bastion called 'home', what else can support her heart?

Looking at Mitsuki like this, I placed my hand on her forehead and stroked it gently.

I don't know if it will work, but that's what I did when Komachi was making a fuss.

It took me a while to let go.

"Okay, let's clean up."

"Ah."

Mitsuki lowered her head and walked towards her room.

"Ugh."

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I followed Meiyue and stood at the gate of her school, waiting for Teacher Zhuzi, who had been on the phone, to come out and pick us up.

After a while, a plump woman ran out of the teaching building.

She looks to be less than 30 years old, with a ruddy complexion. From her appearance, she can be called a beauty.

Zhuzi stopped to take a few breaths, and when he saw Mitsuki standing in front of Hachiman at the door, his eyes lit up and he walked over in two steps.

"Little Mitsuki."

Zhu Zi signaled the security guard to open the gate, and then led the two into the campus.

"Hello teacher."

Mitsuki, whose hand was held by Hachiman, nodded politely to Teacher Zhuzi.

Although Mitsuki felt that being held hands like this was a bit childish, in order to pretend to be a brother and sister in front of the teacher, Mitsuki still held Hachiman's hand tightly.

After all, the brother-sister relationship can make teachers trust them more.

"Hello, Teacher Zhuzi."

Hachiman's words attracted Zhuzi's attention.

This made her look away from Mitsuki and look at the obviously immature boy in front of her.

In fact, from the voice on the phone, she thought it was an adult who had graduated and was working, but now it seems that he is still a college student.

"Hello, you must be Mitsuki's brother on the phone."

"Yes, I came here today for something else."

I glanced at Mitsuki out of the corner of my eye and noticed that she was a little absent-minded.

"Actually, our family is moving soon, so Mitsuki's current school will also have to change."

When I speak, I try to make myself seem helpless and more authentic.

"But Mitsuki's words..."

Zhuzi was a little suspicious. After all, she had never heard that Miyuki had a brother before, and this was a big deal.

"As for me, teacher, don't worry."

Seeing that the teacher was a little worried, Mitsuki quickly tried to smooth things over for Hachiman.

"But the procedure..."

"Don't worry, we are here today just to pack up Mitsuki's things at school. As for the formalities, someone else will take care of them later."

Of course I didn't think of settling things with just one sentence; that's not my job.

After hearing this, Zhu Zi felt a little relieved.

She nodded and led the two to the classroom.

It is physical education class time now and there is no one in the classroom, which is a perfect time for Mitsuki to pack her things.

Zhuzi and Hachiman stood at the door, watching her pack quietly.

"Mizuki...she's actually a very good kid."

Zhuzi communicated with Hachiman in a low voice.

I didn't expect that Teacher Zhuzi would still talk to me at this time, I was a little surprised.

But when I think about it, given Uncle Takamiya's health, he probably hasn't even attended a parent-teacher meeting. Then the teacher won't be able to explain Mizuki's situation at school to Mizuki's parents.

I ran into this today.

Zhuzi had a general understanding of Miyuki's family. Her mother died early and her father was bedridden, so she was so happy yesterday when she heard that Miyuki had a brother, and even a little bit unbelievable.

Maybe her brother is really busy and has no time to come to school.

Zhu Zi looked at the back of the little girl who was packing her things with some reluctance.

Meiyue was actually the first class of students she had taught since she started working, and she had been teaching them for four years. She had long developed a special feeling for this little girl who was usually not good at speaking but had excellent academic performance and came from a difficult family background.

Although she doesn't have a daughter, if she gets married and has children one day in the future, I think her feelings towards her children will be the same.

Although the man in front of her was a little young, her intuition told her that he was someone she could trust.

"It's just that she is a little withdrawn in school. I hope I can teach her more in this regard in the future."

Seeing Miyuki stop and pick up the bulging backpack with both hands, Zhuzi shut up.

She knew that some things only needed to be mentioned briefly, and if the other person was someone who cared deeply about the child, then that would be enough.

"Come, say goodbye to the teacher."

I helped Miyue carry her heavy backpack and watched her wave goodbye to her former teachers and school.

"Goodbye, Teacher Zhuzi!"

The little hand raised high was like a flower floating over the campus, beautiful and pure.

Teacher Zhu Zi stood there and watched the two people walking away, as if he was bidding farewell to his own youth.

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