Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

It turns out that Deng's parents might have been right to let Deng stay at Kashiwa Sanhui's house for one night.

Because the three of them first walked on the road for an hour, spent a lot of money to call a taxi whose driver didn't care about running a red light, and rushed to swipe the card to enter the station before the gate was powered off. After rushing, they finally caught the last bus to Ginza.

In fact, this was also the last tram of the day.

On the almost empty tram, Kashiwa Sanhui slumped in his seat and gasped for breath, looking completely ungraceful.

I hardly exercise and like to stay up late. I walked almost five kilometers carrying a lamp weighing about 40 kilograms, and I also walked a hundred meters carrying the weight to grab the gate.

Even the fourth-rate American elk can't stand it.

"Doctor, I'm sorry." Deng apologized to Baihe Sanhui in a low voice, and his dirty little hands poked the cleanest camel-colored square vest on Baihe Sanhui's body.

"……fine."

Having said that, Baihe Sanhui's heart was bleeding. This piece was custom-made, and he couldn't bear to even fold it, let alone send it for washing.

"Hmm!" Deng realized that his hands were covered with dust and dirt, and he carefully withdrew his hands.

Aiyin wasn't in much better condition at this point. She had been running all the way with Kashiwa Miki's violin bag on her back. Now she was holding onto the railing, panting and unable to utter a word.

The band's long-distance running champion lost in the long-distance running field for the first time.

"Deng." Kashiwa Sanhui, whose breathing had calmed down, called Deng's name.

“Yeah.” Thinking about how Aine and Kashiwa Miki had been busy working on the lights for the entire night because of her willfulness, she had to admit her mistake by bowing her head, and her little hand unconsciously took hold of the hem of Kashiwa Miki’s windbreaker.

"Next time, don't just run around without saying anything."

"it is good."

"Everyone was terrified. Li Xi might still be looking for you now."

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone."

"Saying sorry is useless. I want you to seriously compensate everyone."

"it is good."

"Study hard, practice hard, and give your best performance during the live performance."

"it is good."

Baihe Sanhui gently touched the dimly lit head and said, "I won't forgive you yet. I will forgive you when I fulfill your promise."

"Ah."

Looking at Baihe Sanhui's gentle eyes, Deng felt a lot more at ease and gently rubbed his head against the palm of Baihe Sanhui's hand.

……

The next day was Tuesday.

At noon when school was over, Toyokawa Shoko pushed open the door of the infirmary with her lunch box as usual, and saw Kashiwa Sanhui, who looked very classy, ​​sitting in a chair with a droopy face and in a daze.

"Good afternoon, Xiangzi."

"Doctor, are you finally back to work? I thought you looked down on the meager salary the school paid you."

Xiangzi opened a cabinet with ease, and inside was a small folding chair that belonged to her. After unfolding it, she sat on it comfortably.

Leaning back in his chair, Xiangzi opened his lunch box, which contained chicken cutlet rice and a small pile of sweet and sour diced radish, which Li Xiao had made for him early in the morning.

"You're not having lunch?"

"I made Boss Chiyo angry yesterday, so I came here empty-handed today."

Last night at midnight, Kashiwa Sanhui brought Deng and Aine to Rising to spend the night. While Li Xiao warmly welcomed the two girls, he was also treating Kashiwa Sanhui coldly.

For example, when making midnight snacks for Deng and Aine, there was no portion for Kashiwa Miki.

For example, the next morning when Kashiwa Sanhui was not around, he happily asked the shop assistant to take the lamp and Aine to school, and then quietly turned off Kashiwa Sanhui's alarm clock, causing him to almost be late.

Deng even brought a hearty lunch box made by Li Xiao, using the lunch box that Baihe Sanhui usually kept in Rising.

Baihe Sanhui neither understood nor could he do anything about it. It was his own fault for bringing a girl into someone else's shop without permission. It wasn't the first time.

This woman is so unreasonable that she is jealous of a child.

Xiangzi, who always goes to bed early and gets up early, naturally knew nothing. She didn't even know that Deng and Aine stayed in the room next to her last night.

"Xiangzi, I'm always so nice to you, how about you give me half of your lunch box?"

Xiangzi responded to Baihe Sanhui with action - he took a big piece of fried chicken and took a big mouthful of rice.

He even felt unsafe and sucked his chopsticks vigorously.

"I didn't hear what you said." Xiangzi's cheeks were puffed up like a hamster eating.

"...Tsk."

I won't steal your food, so why would you be so cruel?

Looking at Kashiwa Sanhui with a deflated expression on his face, Xiangzi couldn't help laughing, and his pair of gentle eyes narrowed.

"I'm not going to tease you any more. Here—"

Xiangzi took out a beautifully wrapped sandwich from the small backpack he was carrying, it was avocado mint flavor.

"You'd buy this, are you kidding me?"

"I didn't buy it. Aine-san gave it to me. She said Sushi made it for me."

Haha, Su Shi is behind the dog.

"How did Aine know which class you were in?"

"She accidentally caught me in the piano room."

Aine was still trying too hard.

"Thank you, Miss Su Shi, for me."

Kashiwa Sanhui took it, opened the package and took a big bite.

"You can thank me yourself." Xiangzi swallowed the last mouthful of rice, packed the disposable packaging in a plastic bag and threw it into the trash can. "I want to drink the tea in the white package. Please."

"Hey, can't we drink the loose green tea from last time?"

"No, because that tea cake looks very expensive."

Did Xiangzi become a jerk after hanging out with Liang for a few days? You weren't this Xiangzi before.

Kashiwa Sanhui started to boil water and make tea while holding a slice of bread from his sandwich in his mouth. Xiangzi skillfully opened the glass cabinet door, took out the book he hadn't finished reading last time and continued reading.

Classmate Xiangzi feels as comfortable as at home.

The door of the infirmary was slowly pushed open, and the door hinges made a harsh sound as they rubbed against each other.

"……lamp?"

By the time Baihe Sanhui saw who was coming, it was too late to tell Xiangzi to hide in the pharmacy.

Looking at the stunned Kashiwa Sanhui and the complicated Xiangzi, the limping Deng opened his mouth but turned away: "Sorry to bother you."

Then there was a loud noise behind the door.

boom--

The muscle memory of the groove.

Kashiwa Sanhui and Xiangzi quickly opened the door and picked up the lamp that had fallen to the ground. "Lantern, are you hurt anywhere?"

Fortunately, there were no injuries, as the lamp had enough wounds on it.

"No...no." Deng endured the pain and turned away to avoid looking at Xiangzi's guilty eyes.

"Doctor, please take me back to class."

Xiangzi wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything. "The lamp, I..."

"Don't say anymore, Xiangzi." Baihe Sanhui patted Xiangzi's head and signaled her to go back to the infirmary first. "It's not time yet."

The conflict between Xiangzi and everyone in crychic has to be resolved by Xiangzi persuading himself.

"Okay, I understand." Xiangzi gritted his teeth, took a step back, and watched Baihe Sanhui slowly leave with the lamp.

"lamp!"

As if he had made a great decision, Xiangzi called out Deng's name loudly.

Deng paused.

"I'll be there too when the time comes!"

After pausing for a moment, Deng looked back at Xiangzi with a determined look, gave him a complicated smile, and then continued walking.

Only Baihe Sanhui heard the inaudible sound of the lamp.

"……Um."

After a moment of silence, he walked to the stairs. Baihe Sanhui squatted in front of Deng, waited for Deng to stabilize himself, then slowly stood up and went up the stairs with firm and slow steps.

"...Deng's injury hasn't healed yet, so why did you come to school?"

"I want to see a doctor."

"Are you not on good terms with Xiangzi?"

“Nothing is wrong.”

"You clearly looked unhappy to see Xiangzi."

"I'm not unhappy," Baihe Sanhui felt something wet on his collar. "Xiangzi agreed to me, I'm very happy."