My youth romance is always confusing

"ha...."

After seeing off that ice girl, I collapsed directly on the hospital bed.

The soft touch is like a hotbed that nourishes fatigue.

Just because my back had a fulcrum, my eyelids began to droop involuntarily.

Looking back on this commission, many parts of it are mysterious.

But now that the fact of 'injuring a contestant' has been established, I'm sure that Saito Keizo will not stay on this campus any longer.

After all, he came back to find a safe haven, but now in this school, the wind is blowing everywhere against him.

In that case, there is no need to stay here any longer.

"This is really..."

I covered my forehead and slowly closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of tranquility that the darkness brought me.

But it seems that God doesn't want me to have a good rest.

"Wow."

There was the sound of a door opening again.

I forced myself to stand up and looked towards the door.

A short figure appeared there. Looking at that person's face, I subconsciously called out her name.

"Mizuki?"

That's right, because of the competition, I entrusted Mitsuki to the care of other members of the Service Club.

But with the end of the competition, this short-lived 'breeding' relationship also ended.

Expressive.

Mitsuki's face reminded me of someone in the club room who always had a stern face.

But this time they are not only similar in appearance, but also in spirit.

On Mitsuki's still young face, I actually saw a similar coldness as that of the woman Yukinoshita.

Hey, hey, hey, what kind of Pokémon are the girls?

When you reach a certain age, all moves and skills will be automatically unlocked.

Why don't boys have it?

If I could, I would like to learn how to spray fire.

Of course, I definitely don’t want to burn to death those couples who set off flash bombs all day long, absolutely not (laughs).

Miyuki walked towards the bed step by step with a stern face, as if she didn't hear my voice at all.

The next second, the little guy stopped in front of me.

She pulled back the quilt and looked straight at my legs.

Without waiting for me to react, Mitsuki reached down into my pants.

"beautiful--"

Before she could finish her words, Mitsuki's little hands pulled up her trouser legs.

The overly loose judo uniform didn't provide any blocking effect on her.

But what surprised me was that she pulled up not the left leg with the wound bandaged on it, but my right leg.

Red 'blood' stained my right leg.

At the same time, a torn bag was hanging on it alone.

"..."

"..."

An eerie silence spread in the infirmary.

Miyue raised her head, her pair of bright black eyes filled with an indescribable subtlety.

It was like seeing the sun. I turned my neck slightly stiffly, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Hachiman, what's going on?"

"..."

Still silent.

I couldn't possibly tell him, 'In order to act out an injury, I hung a bag of fake blood between my legs. I can pretend to be sick by just puncturing it and falling to the ground.'

There was no way I could tell those innocent eyes about such a weird and despicable act.

In the end, thousands of words can only turn into a sigh.

"How did you tell?"

This little girl, Miyue, had a clear purpose. She ran towards my legs right away. She must have discovered something.

Of course, if Mitsuki found out, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if Hiratsuka-sensei found out...

"You rarely use your right leg during the game, and your movements are somewhat uncoordinated."

The little guy accurately pointed out the loopholes in Hachiman's operation.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

This little girl has amazing powers of observation.

Indeed, because there is a blood bag tied to the leg, sometimes the friction between the clothes and the legs does affect the movement.

"Ha, don't tell anyone, especially not that Hiratsuka teacher."

I quickly pulled the bag off my leg and stuffed it into my arms.

There's no way. It would be easy to leave evidence if we throw it into the trash can in the infirmary.

Although it's a bit dirty, it's the only way.

"So why do this?"

Mitsuki tilted her head back, her face full of confusion.

To her, it seemed incomprehensible that such tricky behavior could be played on the court.

Faced with the girl's questioning, I couldn't help but fall into silence.

Indeed, why would you do that?

If I were to look for reasons, I could come up with more than a dozen different ones.

For example, Shiroyama's commission came too urgently, Saito Keizo was too strong, and there was no way to break through head-on... and so on.

But if you think about it carefully, there may be other ways to complete Shiroyama's commission. 】

For example, he could put pressure on the school, or he could go to Saito's parents and tell them that their son is not welcome in school. In short, the solution is not limited to fighting the big guy in person.

But in the end I went anyway.

This shows what?

Mitsuki’s question made me fall into deep thought.

After a long time, I looked at the blue sky outside the window and my mind suddenly became clear.

It doesn't seem as troublesome as you think. The reason for using this method to resolve the commission is simple.

Just because I wanted to do it.

----

The game ended as expected.

Although there was a minor incident at the end, Ye Shan's joy of victory quickly outweighed the fact that someone was injured.

Especially since the injured person was a nobody in the school.

When I first injured my leg I was unable to go to school for several days and no one in class paid any attention to me.

How come this school is as indifferent as society? Normally, shouldn't those popular students care more about their classmates?

That's so cold and cruel.

"Hey kid, is your leg feeling better?"

In the office, Mr. Hiratsuka was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette like a character in a comic book.

For some reason, she was not wearing her usual white coat today.

The black shirt underneath was too fitted, seeming to emphasize the bulges in certain areas.

Wow, isn’t this something you can do if you want to, Teacher Ping Zhou?

"Ha... It's nothing, just a little scrape."

Two days had passed since the incident, and I had not attended any ministry activities during those days. I even changed from riding a bicycle to going to and from school to taking the tram.

After all, the knee is injured, and it is not suitable for exercise until the scab forms and new skin grows.

Otherwise, tearing the newly formed scab will make it more painful.

"call..."

"Um, Hiratsuka-sensei."

"how."

"Your smoke is blowing towards me."

Perhaps out of concern for me as a patient, Mr. Hiratsuka actually put down the ladies' cigarette in his hand.

Normally, this female teacher would never listen to my complaints, and might even blow me a few more times on purpose.

"Well...what happened next?"

Hearing this, Hiratsuka-sensei raised his eyes and glanced at me.

I sat up straight subconsciously.

"You didn't ask Yuigahama?"

"No, I don't talk to her in the classroom."

"Your persistence is really hard to understand. If you could stick to math a little bit more, I would listen less to the math teacher's nagging."

"No, I really can't stick with math."

The only things I can't stick to are mathematics... and being a corporate slave.