"Zhou, shut your nose"
"You're the one who shut up"
The next day, it was Zhou who caught the cold.
Classmate, rather than a bad friend, Akazawaki (whenever) pointed out, Zhou failed in his attempt to snort with Hung.
Instead, I don't have to breathe my nose, and my nose is ringing in a way that there is a water sound.
He was in the worst shape and complained of stiffness and pain from the back of his head, whether it was because of his stuck nose or the cold itself.
Although I have taken over-the-counter medicines at once, there is no reason why the symptoms can be completely suppressed.
Uh, and around his nostrils distorting his face and getting along with tissues, the tree turned a windy gaze rather than worried.
You were fine until yesterday.
"Wet in the rain"
"Don Mai. Didn't you have an umbrella yesterday?"
"... I gave it to people"
I gave it to the boulder at midday at school, I can't say, and it clouds vaguely.
By the way, the person at midday felt a little like I saw him at school. He didn't look too pale and looked fine, so the only situation I had to catch a cold and laugh was when I gave him my umbrella.
Well, I deserve it because it didn't warm up in the bath well.
"It was raining like that, and I'm gonna lend it to you, or are you too popular?
"Shit, I gave it to you."
"Who did you give it to until you took the risk of catching a cold?"
"... a passing lost child?
Though he has a good figure to say a child. I mean, I'm the same age in the first place.
(... oh yeah, he looked like he was lost)
I said it myself, and it finally snuggled.
That midday look looked just like when a lost child was looking for a parent.
"Oh, sweet."
I don't know Zhou's mood remembering yesterday at midday, and the tree laughed teasingly.
"But, well, whatever you lent me an umbrella, you duly wiped your body afterwards. I think that's what caused it."
"... how do you know that?"
"I'll know what's wrong with you when you get there."
That's why you catch a cold, Barca, and he trivializes, and Zhou just has to hold his mouth.
Tree is right, Zhou basically doesn't pay much attention to himself.
More importantly, I don't like being organized and the rooms are messed up, and what I eat is convenience store lunches or nutritional supplements, or eating out.
I used to tell you that I would live alone, enough to be stunned by a tree.
If you look at life like that from a tree, you can also nod that Zhou spends the proper amount of time catching a cold.
"You just go home today and get some rest. It's Saturday and Sunday, and I want you to heal it."
"I will..."
"I wish she'd at least been there to see me."
"Ugh. Shut the fuck up with her."
On a tree that loosened her lips a little proudly, Zhou was asexually angry and put on the back of her hand with her own box tissue.
Over time, my health was on the way to deterioration.
The symptoms of the cold, which was only needed for headaches and runny nose, dominated the body by keeping company until sore throat and tiredness.
Though I hurried down the road without even shaking my side after school, my body seems to be losing a cold more than I thought, and it was a slow step.
Still, I finally got to the apartment entrance, where I moved my heavy legs and rode the elevator, and hit the wall as well.
Ha, and the breath spilling is rougher and hotter than usual.
Apparently, she endured it at school, but she was alarmed that she was about to get home, and her body was complaining about her illness at once.
The unique floating sensation of the elevator has also become plain painful now, even though it is usually fine.
Still, I'll be home by now.
The elevator stopped on the floor where I lived, and the circumference stepped out of the elevator in slow motion, pointing its foot in the hallway where my room was located - once solidified.
At the end of his gaze, there was a girl with flax hair that he thought would never speak to.
From what I've seen, the poor looks are lively and the skin looks bloody good.
Whatever you think, she seemed more likely to catch a cold, but she was pimped. Do you always pay attention to your body? They show you the difference.
In his midday hand, the umbrella he pressed the other day is tightly folded and gripped.
You said you didn't have to give it back, but you must have come to give it back.
"... I wish I hadn't had to give it back"
"It's a good idea to give back what you borrowed,...?
I cut off the words along the way, rather than after seeing Zhou's face.
"Um.... fever, there is...?
"... it's none of your business"
We ran into each other at the worst possible time, Zhou frowned.
Umbrella was either polar or returnable.
But it's not good to see you at this time. A smart girlfriend would soon get to the reason Zhou caught a cold.
"But that's because you lent me an umbrella..."
"It doesn't matter because I did it on my own."
"It matters. You caught a cold because I was there."
"That's okay. Nothing. You don't care."
As for Zhou, I didn't want to be bothered even though this one did it with self-satisfaction.
However, he doesn't seem to let me go as he is at midday yes does he? There is a rush for neat beauty.
"... that's enough. Bye."
Since it was harder for Zhou to ask questions, he decided to forcibly escape the pursuit and apprehension of midday.
I picked up my umbrella clutterfully and took the keys out of my pocket… Good for you.
As soon as Zhou leads slightly to open his home, his powers fall out of his body.
Was it bad that I was relieved to finally let myself in the house, my body fluttering against the back wall?
Though I thought Yabe, the fence is sturdy and I don't have to worry about it breaking to the point of bumping into it, and because of the height, it doesn't fall. I was prepared for the pain because it hurts even if I hit it somewhat.
But he pulls his arm all the time and he's forced back into shape.
"... I just can't leave you alone"
A fine voice reaches a slightly blurred consciousness.
"I'll pay you back what I owe you"
I stopped trying to chew up what she said with a blurry head about whether the fever was coming up.
Before I understood it, I opened the door of the house around me at midday, supporting the body of the circumference that was losing strength.
"I'll come in, but forgive me if I have no choice."
The quiet voice was silent.
The cold-picked circumference did not have the strength to resist, so he went home with a woman his age for the first time while being pulled.
She didn't have it with her to see me, but apparently there was an angel to see me.