I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

Along with speculation, there are worries, and even this worries are heavier than speculation.

How could she ignore the message that Jingu Makoto was sick.

Regardless, whether Senior is with Yanye or is ill, she plans to wait for the training to end and take a look in person.

Anyway, she wanted to find a reason to stay with Makoto Jingu. The ball game was irrelevant.

"Well, then I won't ask for leave, hurry up and train!!"

Sakura's face changed several times, and finally returned to calm, as if nothing happened.

Shigiya Huiye nodded: "Yeah."

At the moment Ying turned around, she smiled triumphantly, and the silly Hui Ye thought she had successfully prevented the two of them from developing.

Time goes by.

After getting off the car, Fujiwara Chika hurried to the address given by Makoto Jingu.

Sitting in the elevator, her original worry was suddenly replaced by tension and expectation.

The indicator lights of the elevator flashed one after another. Every time one floor passed, Qianhua's nervousness and anticipation deepened.

She had never been to a boy's house alone before.

Not to mention the ambiguous scene of being alone with the boy in the boy's home.

She was not panicked, and it was not fear that was nervous, but rather the strangeness of the first time and the deep anticipation.

She likes him. After Qianhua's repeated struggles, she doesn't need to question it anymore.

She originally wanted to wait, not based on Hui Ye's mentality of confessing to be a loser first, but based on the reserved and shyness of the girl.

But this kind of reservedness didn't bring her any substantial progress. Instead, it restrained her, and could only watch one girl after another approaching him.

She has no identity and no position, at most she joked as a friend.

No, she didn't even want to tease, because it was herself that was saddened by such teasing.

The love brought by love and the urgency brought by reality make it difficult for Fujiwara Chika to wait indifferently.

So she began to think of ways to create opportunities to be alone with Makoto Jingu, such as yesterday's physical education class.

She wanted to slowly get closer to him in these opportunities of being alone, and slowly let him know what she wanted.

Even if you confess yourself, it is also possible.

What she wants to be clear is not her mind, but his mind.

Today is a wonderful opportunity.

Or maybe... a moment of disappointment.

Chapter 52: Excessive blame!

Patter~patter~

The footsteps gently echoed in the quiet corridor until he stood in front of the door, and the tension that spread throughout his body was still uncontrollable.

"Come on~ Come on~"

Fujiwara Chika cheered herself up, stretched out her little hand with courage, and tremblingly pressed the doorbell.

The sudden ringing of the door bell reminded Makoto Jingu.

He threw the warm towel into the washing machine, looked at the mirror and messed up his hairstyle, and made a weak and decadent expression, then slowly left the bathroom and walked to open the door.

The door was opened from the inside. I don't know why, at the moment the door was opened, the tension that spread throughout the body suddenly disappeared.

Chika Fujiwara looked directly at Makoto Jingu in front of him, with a little disbelief in his eyes.

Jingu-kun should be a boy who loves cleanliness, at least he has never seen a sloppy side before.

He didn't have the smell of cologne, and he never had a strange smell. He was clean, refreshing, and she liked it very much.

Hair styles are always crisp and neat, neat but not cumbersome, just right, giving people always a confident and sunny impression.

Even though his facial features are stern, but his smile has a magical power, like sunshine, lazily and full of warmth.

The clothes are the same, even a white shirt, there will be no stains.

But at this time, even though the clothes on his body are still so clean and tidy, his face has lost the previous smile, and there is no coldness, only weakness is left, like the setting sun is falling, and the cold and cold moon is about to usher.

Only at first glance, his malaise made Fujiwara Qianhua distressed, and the self-blame that came out of his heart was even more unspeakable.

If you didn't force him to play, wouldn't Jingong-kun be sick?

She hurried in, threw the bag aside, and then supported him.

As soon as she touched his hand, Qianhua felt the warmth from the palm of his hand, and the temperature was absolutely beyond the normal temperature range.

"Jingong-kun, are you okay?"

Qianhuajiang asked worryingly.

Makoto Jingu held his head, as if it was painful: "It's okay, but I feel a little cold."

cold??

Obviously it's so hot... how come you feel cold?

The tone is so weak, even the voice is so low...

Chika Fujiwara squeezed his hand distressedly, and carefully helped him back to his room.

Lie down "difficultly", Qianhuajiang intimately helped him cover the quilt, and then sat next to him obediently, looking at him intently.

Makoto Jingu closed his eyes slightly, and whispered softly: "It's actually nothing, just a little headache."

"I'll be fine after taking a break."

Fujiwara Qianhua didn't speak, but stared at him blankly, but his big bright eyes were quietly filled with moist tears.

What he said now, she felt that he was deliberately comforting her, so she didn't worry about it.

It's obviously so hot, is it just a small headache?

lie!Is lying!!!

Woooo~

Because he closed his eyes, he didn't notice the abnormality of Qianhuajiang.

He continued on his own: "Speaking of which, I haven't been sick for a long time. The last time I got sick seems to be years ago."

"In fact, getting sick is like a series of small setbacks in the process of growing up. Every time I get sick, I regard it as a challenge. Every time I recover, I feel that I have overcome this small setback."

"It's like Ultraman fighting monsters, you should have seen Qianhuajiang? Every monster appears, it is because the earth is sick."

"So, don't worry about Qianhuajiang. For me, this is not a bad thing, but a good thing."

Fujiwara Qianhua silently listened to his absurd explanation, knowing that he was really trying to appease his self-blame, and for a while, he felt even more guilty.

But his description was really funny, and she couldn't help but laugh.

With this smile, the teardrops in the eyes fell uncontrollably, laughing and crying, while warming, but also difficult to conceal self-blame.

But...but...

He really takes care of her emotions, whether it is now or in the past.

Looking back on the bits and pieces he had with him before, it seemed that he was taking care of himself every time, and there was no exception.

Thinking about it this way, Qianhua felt that she liked him, it was not difficult to tell.

On the contrary, it is a necessity, a thing worth showing off.

Jingu Makoto only heard her laugh, did not see her tears, and thought she was amused by herself.

Then he smiled at the corner of his mouth and continued to talk.

His voice reverberated in the room, and as he spoke, Jingu Cheng noticed something was wrong.

He suddenly stopped and whispered: "Why don't you speak?"

He opened his eyes and turned to look at Chika Fujiwara, only to see her tears falling uncontrollably.

In response to his gaze, Qianhua tried very hard to control the tears in the corners of her eyes, and her small mouth outlines a cute smile that healed as usual: "No~ I'm listening."

Alas...the tears of girls are the most unbearable thing in the world.

Makoto Jingu reached out his hand and stroked her cheek gently.

Qianhuajiang was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him, so she deliberately moved closer to make him easier.

Wiping the teardrops on her cheeks, Makoto Jingu's expression was a little complicated: "Idiot, why are you crying for no reason."

The mood that Fujiwara Chika tried to maintain completely collapsed under his idiot.

She couldn't help crying, and whimpered: "I don't want to cry either, but...but...when I think of Jingu-kun, you are because of me...I can't help it."

Jingu rubbed her hair fondly, and shook her head: "Sure enough, she is an idiot. It has nothing to do with you, but it must be your own cause."

The voice of Fujiwara Qianhua was mixed with a deep cry: "I am not a fool, it is obviously because of me."

She cried a little bit miserably, and Makoto Jingu couldn't bear it.

It seems that the sensitivity of the girl is so heavy that she can't control her sensibility.

Can't let her cry any more, the more she cry, the more she blames herself.

"Won't you come to me specially, just to cry?"

Makoto Jingu squeezed her face lightly, jokingly.

Fujiwara Chika also reacted at this time, she came to see him, not to cry!

Quickly wipe the teardrops, Qianhuajiang lowered her head and said: "Sorry."

Ugh...how come I always feel guilty...

Jingong Makoto was a little helpless, it seemed that this pretending to be sick really stimulated the softness of Qianhuajiang.

Her sadness must be shifted quickly.

Makoto Jingu thought for a while, and whispered: "Go get me some ice, and make me some honey by the way. I feel dizzy when I come together now."

Fujiwara Chika got up quickly, her red eyes gleaming pitifully, nodded and said, "Well, take a break first."

After speaking, she rushed into the kitchen with her little feet.

(③42967465)

ps: ask for a blade~

Chapter 53: I can too!

Although Fujiwara Chika also belonged to the eldest's background, she did not have the usual common sense of Kaguya as blank.

Go into the kitchen, take out the caked ice from the refrigerator, put it in a basin, add a little warm water, put the towels in, and wait for the ice to dissolve.

It's a bit weird to say that there are differences in customs in different places.

If you have a fever here, in addition to medication, one of the more folk methods is to use ice to reduce the temperature, but there is no saying that it is covered with a quilt and forced to sweat.

Maybe there are, but they are not common.

While waiting for the ice cubes to dissolve, Qianhua has already helped Makoto make honey tea.

In addition to relieve alcohol and promote sleep when drunk, honey can also help eliminate problems such as dry throat when you have a fever.

The ice cubes dissolve. Due to the addition of warm water, the ice cubes will dissolve faster and the temperature of the ice water will drop slightly, so that it will not be too cold.

Picking up the towel soaked in ice water, holding the honey tea in his hand, Qianhuajiang gently walked into the room.

Jingong Makoto heard her footsteps, and slowly opened her eyes, and said softly: "So fast, I just closed my eyes."

Qianhuajiang didn't say anything. After putting down the towel and tea, she walked to Makoto Jingong.

Jingong Makoto took the initiative to sit up, Qianhua grabbed his pillow and placed it behind his waist so that he could lean comfortably, then picked up the ice towel and slowly placed it on his forehead: "Is it cold?"