Kitahara Shuji woke up faintly and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling slowly rotating in a daze. His mind was filled with philosophical questions - who am I? Where did I come from? Where is this? Why am I floating here?
Am I alive or dead?
He was in a daze there for a long time, then turned his head and looked to the side, and found someone sitting at the head of the bed. He was seeing slight double images, and it took him a while to adjust the focus before he could see clearly that it was a radish.
Head - She held her cheeks with her little hands, her little mouth pouted slightly, and her little head was dozing off little by little.
Why is Little Carrot Head here?
As Kitahara Shuji thought about it, he wanted to reach out and touch her gently to wake her up, but he obviously went for her arm, but his hand went through her low-hanging black hair and gently touched her face.
It felt unusually tender and smooth, and Fuyumi immediately opened a pair of crescent eyes alertly, but she did not move. She just stared sideways at Kitahara Shuji's hand on her face, and then sat upright with her mouth pursed after a moment.
He stood up and asked softly: "Are you awake? Are you dizzy now? Do you want to vomit?"
Kitahara Hideji replied with some embarrassment: "It's okay, why are you here?"
Fuyumi reached out to pour him some water and replied softly: "The doctor said you need to observe. If you find vomiting, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately, so I'm watching here...can you drink water by yourself?"
"Okay." Kitahara Shuji moved to sit up. Fuyumi quickly helped him. Seeing that his hand holding the water glass didn't seem to have any strength, she gently held the bottom of the glass for him.
Kitahara Shuji took a few sips of warm water and felt a little better. Then he leaned on the bed and asked softly: "How long have I been unconscious?"
His mind stopped buzzing now, and he finally remembered what happened.
Fuyumi took out her phone, took a look at it, and replied, "It's been fifteen or six hours...how do you feel now?"
"It's okay, I'm much better. You can go back and rest!" Kitahara Hideji touched his head. There was still a slight pain, but I thought it was nothing serious.
Fuyumi did not leave, but remained silent for a while, bowed her head deeply and said: "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
She felt very embarrassed. Less than an hour after Kitahara Shuji moved here, she punched her sister into a deep coma, suffered a slight concussion, and was almost hospitalized for observation. She felt very guilty.
Kitahara Shuji burst into laughter: "It doesn't matter, it was just an accident."
Fuyumi breathed a long sigh of relief. She had been worried that Kitahara Shuji would become furious when she woke up. She pursed her lips and lowered her head again and whispered: "Thank you."
Kitahara Shuji smiled, then asked with concern: "Where is Yuki?" He was a little worried that Yuki would be severely punished, but in fact, the incident itself could only be regarded as an accident, and there were no serious consequences. There was no need for it.
She was hitting and scolding him - Xueli just wanted to throw the ball as hard as possible, and she didn't mean to hit him at all.
To be honest, he is somewhat responsible. He stretches out his head to "catch the ball" when there is nothing wrong. He really cooperates perfectly with Xueli, one reaches out to hit, and the other head catches the ball.
Anyway, he had already been beaten, and he didn’t want to get another beating because he caused Xueli to be hung up by this little carrot head.
Fuyumi babbled to her side, and Kitahara Hideji leaned up and took a look, and found that Yuki was lying on the floor sleeping, and even in her sleep, she looked aggrieved. Kitahara Hideji couldn't help but said in surprise: "How can I let her sleep?"
it's here?"
Fuyumi frowned and looked at her sister who was always getting into 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 to apologize to you?"
Kitahara Shuji shook his head and smiled: "No, let her sleep! Give her something to cover. There is a big temperature difference between day and night, so be careful not to let her catch a cold."
"I have never seen her sick since she was a child. It doesn't matter whether she is covered or not." Fuyumi muttered, but she still grabbed a thin quilt in her hand and put it on Xueli.
Xueli stirred slightly, stretched out his hand to scratch his face, muttered a few vague words and then fell asleep again.
She also had a childish and guilty look on her face even when she was sleeping, looking aggrieved and pitiful. Fuyumi and Kitahara Shuji looked down at each other for a while, and their expressions softened involuntarily. They both sighed, and then they couldn't help but look at each other.
Glanced at it.
Both of them were slightly embarrassed, but at this time, it was quiet and silent at this time, and the atmosphere gradually became a little awkward. Kitahara Shuji leaned back on the bed, while Fuyumi sat there for a long time and then whispered in a low voice: "This guy has been sitting there all day long.
You get into trouble, and you don’t know when you will grow up... By the way, are you hungry? I asked Haruna to cook porridge for you, do you want some?"
"Sorry to trouble you." Kitahara Shuji was indeed hungry, and Fuyumi responded and went downstairs.
Kitahara Shuji leaned on the bedside for a while and then leaned forward to look at the snow on the ground. He sighed somewhat - the original owner's physical fitness was quite poor. He was the kind of weak boy who could beat girls of the same age, but he had been diligent in the past six months.
After practicing endlessly and with attribute point bonuses, I should be much stronger than my peers now. However, even if I reacted in time and protected my head with my arms, I was still hit by a monster girl like Xueli with a fatal blow.
After being violently shocked, he hit the skull wall, triggering the body's self-protection mechanism and falling into a deep sleep.
Did you sleep for fifteen or six hours? If there was a duel, wouldn't these hours be enough for Xueli to kill herself two hundred times?
He opened the attribute panel and looked at his strength value. Compared with his charm and intelligence, it was quite pitiful. He also looked at the skill list and felt that he should increase the priority of unarmed combat skills - currently his vitality value is mainly
I used it to brush up the [Medical Skills] skill. I have already reached lv9, which is not far from leveling up. However, unarmed skills such as [Aikido] are still hanging around lv6 and lv7, mainly because they have no vitality.
Even if you use skills, you won't get any experience, and you only get so much vitality in one day, which is a bit life-threatening.
[Ancient Swordsmanship] is already at level 12. If Xueli had had a weapon in his hand to activate the [Pre-Reading] skill when he was punched, such a tragedy should not have happened, but it is impossible to hold a weapon at any time.
, and in the future, as Yukiri gets older, her strength will become stronger and stronger, and she may not reach the peak of her life until she is around 20 years old. Even with the shackles Naotaka Fukuzawa put on her, it will become less and less powerful.
To be safe, brush up your unarmed skills and be able to look after Xueli and prevent her from having such an accident again.
Fortunately, it was me who was hit this time. If it had been someone else, he might have died on the spot.
Kitahara Shuji was thinking wildly when Fuyumi came up with porridge and side dishes. She put the tray on his lap and said softly: "It's white rice porridge and lemon shrimp. Haruna said it's lighter and more appetizing."
"Thank you." Kitahara Hideji just responded with a smile. He sat up in the snow on the ground and asked vaguely: "It smells so good. Is it time to eat?"
Fuyumi frowned, but sighed and gently stroked her head, saying softly: "You are dreaming, it's still early for dinner, go to sleep!"
"Oh, then call me for dinner, mom." Xueli lay down again in a daze, pouting as if she was eating in her sleep.
Fuyumi bent down to tuck her in the quilt, stood up and said helplessly: "She is dizzy from sleep."
Kitahara Shuji nodded silently, and even called "Mom" this time, maybe he fell asleep and returned to the age of ten.
The porridge seemed to have been heated in a microwave and was a little hot. Hideji Kitahara took half a spoonful and blew it gently. Fuyumi looked at him and saw that his hands were trembling. He hesitated and said softly: "Let me feed you!"
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Kitahara Shuji shook his head and said: "No, I can do it myself."
"I think you can't hold it steady..."
"It's okay, I'm fine with myself."
"Bring it to me!" Fuyumi stretched out her hand and snatched the bowl and spoon, and said a little unhappy: "Why are you trying to be so strong? I'll wash the quilt if it gets dirty."
Kitahara Shuji was speechless. Are you so rough with the wounded? You damn carrot head!
Fuyumi sat in front of the bed, took a spoon and scooped out a piece of shrimp again, then put it with half a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently and put it into Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and said unhappy: "Eat it honestly!"
Kitahara Hideji quickly held the spoon in his mouth, fearing that this damn carrot-head would stick the spoon into his throat - he had to be careful, this damn carrot-head didn't look like a patient person.
But to his surprise, Fuyumi was very careful. She didn't even touch his teeth. She poured the porridge at the right temperature into his mouth with a flick of her wrist. She also carefully dipped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
At the same time, he asked carefully: "Is it hot or not? How does it taste?"
"Just right." Kitahara Shuji quickly answered after swallowing, but did not answer the question about the taste. The porridge itself has no taste, at most it has a rice aroma. It should be slightly sour when paired with lemon shrimp, but there is inexplicably a lot of flavor in the porridge.
There is a milky aroma, which should be the taste of radish tops...the milky radish tops are a bit magical.
He felt something strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Fuyumi would misunderstand that he disliked her for blowing on the porridge - what would he do if this damn carrot put the porridge bowl on his head? He was in a bad state now.
Okay, even if I sit still and look at things, they are swaying slightly, and I may not be able to stand still even if I get out of bed. Now if I have a conflict with this damn carrot, I will definitely be pushed to the ground and beaten by her, so forget it.
Bar!
Fuyumi didn't expect that Kitahara Shuci was slandering her, so she patiently took another spoonful and blew it gently, for fear of burning him. After eating for a while, Kitahara Shuci felt very comfortable - he was rarely served like this, at most.
It happened in my childhood, but I can’t remember it clearly—I couldn’t help but smile and said: “I didn’t expect you to take care of others very well!”
Fuyumi snorted and replied in a low voice: "Of course I can, I raised Akitaro."
Kitahara Shuji suddenly realized that it was indeed true. Normally, either Fuyumi was taking care of his younger brother or Haruna. He felt that he was stupid. Maybe he was knocked out of 50 IQ by Yukiri's punch.
Fuyumi put another spoonful into his mouth and added: "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 it..." After a pause, he looked at Fuyumi who was different from usual, and couldn't help but said: "You are quite good sometimes."
Fuyumi snorted again, but continued to feed her patiently, and said unhappily: "I know what you are thinking, but I'm not lovable anyway."
"I've reminded you before, don't be so hasty. If you have something to say, say it properly and don't be harsh and you'll be fine!" Kitahara Shuji said while swallowing the porridge. However, seeing Fuyumi's face starting to turn a little dark, he quickly said
Added: "You are still a nice person, but you are a bit petty. It will be better if you change it."
He had slighted Fuyumi more than once, but this damn carrot head lost his temper every time and yelled at him.
Fuyumi glanced at him sideways, probably because her sister beat him to the bed. This time she was not as angry as usual, she just whispered: "You don't understand at all. People who are weak will be bullied. As a human being, you have to
Be tough! Yukiri won't go into details. Just ask Haruna, Natsori, and Akitarou. Have they ever been bullied since they were young? Have they ever been angry? When they walk on the street here, who is the bear?
Do children dare to touch them? Everyone knows that I am a petty and evil person. As long as my younger brothers and sisters are bullied, I will definitely take revenge. No one dares!"
She wiped Kitahara Hideji's mouth, and then leaned forward to tidy up the quilt for him. Her black hair brushed Kitahara Hideji's face, and she continued casually: "As for myself, I don't want to be bullied by anyone. Whoever messes with me?"
Just take revenge on him, I would rather be an unreasonable bad person and be hated by others than be a weak and kind good person and be liked by others!"
Kitahara Shuji smelled the aroma of fruit milk on Fuyumi's body with the tip of his nose, and actually felt that it made sense - in this damn age, being reasonable is sometimes considered weak and can be bullied, but for people like Little Carrot Head, except for a very few people, basically
I didn't dare to mess with her face to face.
Fuyumi scraped the bottom of the bowl clean and filled Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and then asked: "Do you still want to eat? If so, I will get another bowl."
"No, let's eat together tomorrow morning!"
Fuyumi thought for a while, put the bowl aside, helped him lie down again, and said: "Okay, the doctor said you should be fine, but just in case, it's better to rest. You can sleep a little longer.
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"Okay!" Kitahara Shuji did feel dizzy and lay down obediently. However, seeing Fuyumi sitting there again, he couldn't help but said: "I'm really fine. You'd better take Yuki back to the room to rest!"
Fuyumi shook her head: "No, I have to watch you here. If something happens, you will be in trouble."
Kitahara Shuji had no choice but to close his eyes for a while, sighing in his heart - Yuki hit him, but Fuyumi was here to apologize, accompany him and feed him.
Maybe it was like this in the past, when something happened in Xueli, Fuyumi took the blame. It felt like this little carrot was just living for her younger brothers and sisters...
He couldn't sleep for a while because of his thoughts. After a while, he opened his eyes and found that Fuyumi had dozed off on the bedside with her chin on her head again. He couldn't help but look at her tenderly for a while, but sleepiness came over him.