Summer 【Chiqin】

After that, it was a fairly peaceful day.The midsummer sun embraces the city warmly.Afternoon classes are drowsy.

But of course they all know that all the calm is superficial.

Teacher Akai was very out of shape in this class.The wound on his body became more and more painful.Sure enough, he thought three days was too much.He subconsciously pressed his shoulder.Turning around, he saw that the recovering teenager under the podium was getting carried away with sleep.The person sitting behind the teenager was watching him with bright eyes.

White Horse Detective.

He realized that he was sweating too much on his brow.And far more than the proportion corresponding to the temperature of this season.A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead.slimy.

He pulled out a stack of test papers from the folder.Say, classroom quiz.

Later, he watched the students under the podium yelling loudly, the teenager who had just woken up with sleepy eyes, and the classroom was flooded by waves of "Oh, don't why".He thought that in the minds of these brats, his image would be much worse than Mr. Kurosaki who didn't leave homework.

With that in mind, he closed the classroom door.Seeing through the glass window, Tan Baima's eyes followed him all the time.

He thought about these brats.Walk leisurely back to the office.

It was the time of class, and the whole school was empty and empty.All the other teachers in the office had gone to other schools to hold academic seminars, and the only ones staying behind were him who missed it because of his leave, and Mr. Kurosaki, who was always on the lookout.

He sat alone in the empty room, thinking how good the sunshine these days was.His eyes fell on the bright green plants in front of him.The light slanted into the room, and the thorns of the cactus were distinct.The pink ribbon tied to the flower pot has not been moved for a long time.To be exact, this potted plant has not been touched since it was placed here.

He thought Mr. Kurosaki might not hate pink.The image of a pink rabbit pops into his head vividly.He immediately smiled.

At this time, his wound was still hurting, and there were signs of getting worse.He should have done a quick diagnosis of the wound to make sure he was in good shape, but the sun was shining warmly, and he thought, wait a minute.

It can be seen that the reason why he left the classroom was not because the pain was unbearable, but even a high school student could see that his condition was abnormal, so he thought it would be better to avoid it.

Of course he knew who it was without looking when the door was pushed open.And sure enough, his current state is really not good.

Gin took a look and asked directly, do you have a fever?

He said who knows, and answered one sentence indifferently.

Later he thought, Gin really understands that actions are more direct and effective than inquiries.He thought Gin's palms were quite cold.

Very comfortable.

He took off his shirt under the expressionless instruction of Mr. Kurosaki.After the bandage was removed, it turned out that the wound had a strange color.He thought, festering.

After all, this is inevitable in such hot weather.He saw Gin frowning slightly.Then turned and walked out of the office.

I think I went to the car to get the medicine.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that Gin was actually quite virtuous, and then the corners of his lips curled up quietly at this thought.The midsummer sun falling on his body triggered a sticky hot feeling, and he thought Gin's palms were really cool.

Then the door was pushed open, and his blond student evidently had a beat pause in the doorway.

Apparently, there was a naked man sitting in the office. The wound smelled of rotting flesh due to festering, and the blood-stained bandages were scattered aside.He thought, did the little detective finally feel the aura of danger?

He smiled and said, what's the matter.

Baima said that there was a question wrong.He took the test paper and looked at it.It wasn't a big problem that had to be changed, and of course he knew that Detective Baima was not such a serious person.

He thought that this brat had planned for a long time to find an excuse to visit the office.He thought that this brat had penetrated too deep, and if he continued like this, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to stop Gin from attacking him.

He saw that Tan Baima had been looking at his wound.

Baima said it was a gunshot wound.The firm tone is full of affirmation.

He didn't answer.

So his students asked, Mr. Akai and Mr. Kurosaki, are they really just teachers?

He wanted to ask the question directly.in the worst possible way.If it's Gin who's here now, the brat won't be able to get out of the office.

He smiled and replied, still a lover.You know.

And the students who didn't ask the answer obviously didn't intend to leave.He thought about it, but he should have warned this brat long ago.

He said Baima was visiting his classmates.The opponent's spirit was concentrated in his words.

Say, you have a good father, so you think you can be fearless.But there are still some students in the class who don't have fathers, aren't they?

He said, like Kaito Kuroba.

When Bai Ma Tan left, he happened to catch up with the cicadas outside the window.He wondered if this kid just came to test him, and in the end he left without asking any more questions on the test paper.

And when Gin came back, the get out of class bell was ringing.There are more and more students in the corridor.Seeing Gin close the door, he also got up and drew the curtains.

After all, he didn't want everyone to know that he had a gunshot wound.

The lighting in the room was dim.And appeared silent.In the outside world, the sun is scorching, and the cicadas are buzzing.

It's like two worlds.

He sat on the chair and watched Gin work on his wound from a very close distance.The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the old machine made a low roar.From this position, Gin's position was slightly lower than his, and he could just see the hair on the top of the man's head snugly flowing to the back of his head and tied up, and the warm light falling on it turned into a faint halo.

His wound still hurts.Drainage is also a delicate process.He thought it would be really troublesome if he did this kind of thing by himself.

He saw that the wound on the corner of Gin's mouth had healed.Like never before.

Then his fingers stroked there lightly.soft.cold.

This move made Gin's subordinates pause for a moment.

The sudden pain that followed paralyzed his entire right arm.

Gin's gaze was always focused on the treatment of the wound, and he said blankly, I can cut your nerves.

He didn't answer.The space fell into ambiguous darkness again.He was actually smiling lightly.

He thought it was a gangster with all the air.He already knew.

And the lingering sound of this ghostly silence was long.There is an illusion of hugging each other when wrapping the bandage.He put on his clothes and thought that the kid outside was really patient. Gin returned to his seat and opened the newspaper in silence.

He opened the door, and a group of little girls fell into the room.Then smile awkwardly at them.He ignored it.

Draw the curtains.The sun is shining. Gin's blond hair had a small glint.