Kitahara Shuji woke up in a daze, watching the unfamiliar ceiling slowly rotate, and his heart was filled with philosophical questions: who am I, where did I come from, and why did I drift here I'm alive or dead He was in a trance for a long time, and then he turned his head to look to the side and saw a man sitting at the head of the bed.
How is the little radish head here Kitahara Shuji thought as he tried to reach out and touch her gently to wake her up, but it was obviously running towards her arm, but his hand passed through her low-hanging black hair and gently stroked her face.
Extraordinarily tender and smooth feeling, and Fuyumi immediately opened a pair of crescent eyes alertly, but her body didn't move, just stared at the hand that Kitahara Shuji fell on her face with slanted eyes, and after a while, she sat up straight with her mouth pursed and asked softly, "Do you want to vomit now that you wake up?"
Kitahara Shuji replied with some embarrassment, "It's okay, why are you here" Dongmei stretched out her hand to pour him water, and replied softly: "The doctor said that you need to observe, and if you find vomiting, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately, so I am here to see if I can drink water by myself" "Yes."
Kitahara Shuji moved and wanted to sit up, but Fuyumi hurriedly helped him, and saw that his hand to catch the water cup didn't seem to have much strength, so he gently held the bottom of the cup for him.
Kitahara Shuji took a small sip and drank a few sips of warm water, feeling a little more comfortable, and then leaned on the head of the bed and asked softly, "How long have I been unconscious?"
His mind stopped buzzing now, and he finally remembered what had happened.
Fuyumi took out her phone and glanced at it, and replied, "How do you feel now after fifteen or sixteen hours?"
"It's okay, it's much better, you go back and rest" Kitahara Shuji touched his skull, still faintly painful, but it shouldn't be a big deal.
Fuyumi didn't leave, but was silent for a while, bowed her head deeply and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive" She felt very ashamed, and less than an hour after Shuji Kitahara moved here, she punched her sister into a deep coma, a slight concussion, and was almost hospitalized for observation, and she felt very guilty.
Kitahara Shuji smiled dumbly: "It's okay, it's just an accident." ” Fuyumi breathed a long sigh of relief, she had been worried that Kitahara Shuji would be angry when she woke up, and she lowered her head again and whispered, "Thank you." ” Kitahara Shuji smiled, and asked with concern: "What about Yukiri" He was a little worried that Yukiri would be severely punished, but this incident itself could only be regarded as an accident, and there were no too serious consequences, there was no need to beat and scold Yukiri just wanted to throw a ball with his greatest strength, and he didn't mean to hit him at all.
Really speaking, he is a bit responsible, and he has nothing to do with his head to "catch the ball", which is really perfect with Xueli, one reaches out to hit, and the other catches his head.
Anyway, he was beaten up, and he didn't want to be hung up by this little radish head because he hurt the snow again.
Fuyumi pouted to her side, and Kitahara Shuji leaned over to take a look, and found that Yuri was lying on the floor sleeping, and even in her sleep, she looked aggrieved.
Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but be surprised: "How can I let her sleep here" Dongmei frowned and looked at this sister who was always in trouble, and said angrily: "She also has to stay here, but she fell asleep after twelve o'clock, do you want to wake her up and make amends to you?"
Kitahara Shuji shook his head and smiled: "No need, let her sleep and cover her with something, now the temperature difference between day and night is large, be careful not to let her catch a cold." ” "I haven't seen her sick since I was a child, it's the same whether she covers it or not."
Fuyumi muttered this, but she still pulled a thin quilt over her hand and put it on Xueli's body.
Yukiri moved slightly, reached out and scratched her face, muttered a few slurred words and fell asleep again.
She also had a childish and guilty expression when she fell asleep, looking aggrieved and pitiful, Fuyumi and Kitahara Shuji looked at each other condescendingly for a while, their faces involuntarily softened, Qi Qi sighed, and then couldn't help but glance at each other.
Both of them were slightly embarrassed, and at this time, in the dead of night, there was silence, and the atmosphere slowly became a little awkward.
Kitahara Shuji leaned back to the head of the bed, and Fuyumi sat there for a long time and then muttered in a low voice: "This guy is in trouble all day long, and I don't know when he will grow up, right, are you hungry or not, I asked Haruna to cook porridge for you, do you want to eat some?"
"I'm sorry for you."
Kitahara Shuji was indeed hungry, and Fuyumi answered and went downstairs.
Kitahara Shuji leaned on the head of the bed for a while and then leaned over to look at the snow on the ground, and sighed a little that the original owner's physical fitness was very poor, belonging to the kind of thin teenager who could choke enough to beat girls of the same age, but he has been practicing diligently for half a year, and with the addition of attribute point bonuses, he should be much stronger than his peers now, but even if he reacted in time and covered his head with his arm, he was still punched a fatal blow by a monster girl like Xueli, and his brain was violently concussed and hit the skull wall, triggering the human body's self-protection mechanism, Fell into a deep stupor.
Slept for fifteen or sixteen hours, if it were a duel, it would be enough time to kill yourself two hundred times in the snow He opened the attribute panel, looked at his strength value, and the charm intelligence is quite pitiful, and looked at the list of skills, and felt that the priority of brushing hand-to-hand combat skills should be raised At present, his vitality value is mainly used to brush medical skills, and it has been brushed to V9, not far from promotion, and freehand skills such as Aikido are basically still dangling around V6 and V7, mainly because there is no vitality value, and the skills are not given experience, and the vitality value is so much in a day, which is a bit of an old life.
Guliu swordsmanship is already level 12, at that time, if Xueli had a weapon in his hand to launch a pre-reading skill when he punched, there should be no such tragedy, but it is usually impossible to hold a weapon at any time, and in the future, as Xueli gets older and older, her strength will become greater and greater, and she may not reach the peak of her life until she is about 20 years old, even if she has a shackle set by Fukuzawa Naotaka for her, it is becoming more and more unsafe, and she brushes up her freehand skills, and she can usually take care of Xueli and don't let her have this kind of accident again.
Fortunately, it was himself who hit him this time, and if it was someone else, he would have died on the spot.
Kitahara Shuji was thinking nonsense, and Fuyumi came up with porridge and side dishes, put the tray on his lap with him, and said softly: "It's white rice porridge and lemon shrimp, and Haruna said that it was light and more appetizing." ” "Thank you."
Kitahara Shuji just responded with a smile, sat up in the snow on the ground in a daze, and asked vaguely, "It's so fragrant, is it time to eat?"
Dongmei frowned, but sighed and gently stroked her head, and said softly: "Are you dreaming, it's still early before eating, let's go to sleep" "Oh, call me for dinner, Mom."
In the snow, he lay down again, and still sighed, as if he had eaten in a dream.
Dongmei bent down and tucked the quilt for her, stood up and said helplessly: "She is dizzy from sleep." ” Kitahara Shuji nodded silently, this even called out "Mom", I'm afraid I won't sleep back to ten years old.
The porridge seemed to have been heated in the microwave, and it was a little hot, Kitahara Shuji scooped half a spoonful and blew it gently, while Fuyumi looked at him next to him and his hands trembled a little, hesitated for a moment and said softly: "I'll feed you" Kitahara Shuji shook his head and said, "No, I can do it myself." ” "I don't think you're holding it steadily" "It's okay, I'm fine."
"You bring it to me" Dongmei reached out and snatched the bowl and spoon, and said a little unhappily: "What's strong, I didn't wash the quilt if it was dirty." ” Kitahara Shuji was speechless, did you treat the injury so roughly, this dead radish head Fuyumi sat at the head of the bed, took a spoon and scooped a piece of shrimp again, and then served it with half a spoonful of porridge, and gently blew it and sent it to Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and said unhappily: "Eat honestly" And Kitahara Shuji hurriedly took the spoon in his mouth, for fear that this dead radish head would be inserted into his throat and eyes, and this dead radish head would not look like a patient person.
But to his surprise, Dongmei was quite careful, he didn't even touch his teeth, and poured the porridge with the right temperature into his mouth with a of his wrist, and carefully dipped him in the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked carefully: "How does it taste if it's hot?"
"Just right."
Kitahara Shuji swallowed and quickly answered, but the question about the taste was not answered.
The porridge itself is not tasteful, at most there is some rice aroma, and it should be slightly sour with lemon shrimp, but there is inexplicably more milk aroma in the porridge, which should be the taste of the little radish head, which is a bit magical.
He felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Dongmei would misunderstand that he disliked her and was blowing on the porridge This is what to do if the dead radish head buckles the porridge bowl on his head Now he is not in a good state, sitting still and looking at things are shaking slightly, and he may not be able to stand firm when he gets out of bed Dongmei didn't expect Kitahara Shuji to slander her in the abdomen, so she patiently scooped another spoonful and blew it gently, for fear of burning him, and after eating for a while, Kitahara Shuji felt very comfortable He was rarely served like this, at most he had a childhood, but he couldn't remember it and couldn't help but smile: "I didn't expect you to be very good at taking care of people."
Fuyumi snorted and replied in a low voice, "Of course it will, Akitaro was raised by me." ” Kitahara Shuji suddenly said, yes, it's usually not Fuyumi taking care of her younger brother, or Haruna He feels stupid, maybe he was punched by Yukiri and lost his 50 IQ.
Dongmei sent another spoonful into his mouth, adding: "When my mother was sick, I also fed her porridge, and she was very happy" Kitahara Shuji was stunned, his eyes softened, and he said softly: "So that's the case" paused, he looked at Fuyumi, who was not the same as usual, and couldn't help but say: "Sometimes you're pretty good." ” Fuyumi snorted again, but continued to feed patiently in her hands, and said unhappily: "I know what you're thinking, anyway, I'm not likable." ” "I warned you before, don't be so anxious, if you have something to say, it's okay if you don't be fierce" Kitahara Shuji said while swallowing porridge, but seeing that Dongmei's little face began to darken a little, he quickly added: "You're still a good person, but you're a little cautious, just change it." ” He had lightened Dongmei more than once, but the dead turnip head lost his temper every time and yelled at him.
Fuyumi glanced at him, probably because his sister beat him to the bed, this time he wasn't as angry as usual, but he whispered: "You don't understand at all, people will be bullied if they are weak, and if you are a man, you have to be tough and not talk about it, you ask Haruna, Natsuori Natsusa and Akitaro them, have they been bullied since they were children, have they been angry in this area, they are walking on the street, which bear child dares to touch them, everyone knows that I am a cautious bad person, as long as my younger brothers and sisters are bullied, I will definitely retaliate." , no one dares at all" She wiped Kitahara Shuji's mouth, leaned over and tidied up the quilt for him, black hair wiped Kitahara Shuiji's face, and continued casually: "As for myself, I don't want to be bullied, whoever provokes me will retaliate against him, I would rather be an unreasonable bad person and be hated, than be a weak and kind good person and be liked" Kitahara Shuji sniffed the aroma of fruit milk on Fuyumi's body on the tip of his nose, and he actually felt that it made sense in this damn year, being reasonable sometimes would indeed be considered weak and bulliable, but it was the little radish head like this, except for a very few people, basically did not dare to provoke her in person.
Fuyumi scraped the bottom of the bowl clean and filled Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and asked again, "If you still eat it, I'll go get another bowl." ” "No, let's eat together tomorrow morning" Dongmei thought about it, put the bowl aside, helped him lie down again, and said, "Okay, the doctor said that your condition should be fine, but just in case, it's better to rest and recuperate, you can sleep for a while."
"Okay" Kitahara Shuji did feel fluttering and lay down obediently, but seeing Fuyumi sitting there again, he couldn't help but say, "I'm really fine, you better take Yuri back to the room to rest" Fuyumi shook her head: "No, I have to watch you here, in case something happens, it will be troublesome." ” Kitahara Shuji was helpless for a while and could only close his eyes to recuperate, and sighed in his heart that he was beaten in the snow, but the result was that Fuyumi apologized here and fed him.
Maybe it was like this before, there was a disaster in the snow, and Dongmei went to carry the black pot, feeling that this little radish head was living for her younger brothers and sisters He couldn't sleep for a while thinking about his thoughts, and when he opened his eyes after a while, he found that Dongmei was dozing off on the head of the bed with her little cheeks on her back, and couldn't help but look at her gently for a while, but sleepiness hit her, and slowly fell asleep: