Chaoguang

Chapter 63
On the sixth day of Sanada Ling's hospitalization, an unexpected person came. Unexpectedly, Sanada Ling sat on the bed and stared at her for a long time before remembering who this person was?

Bingdi's school uniform, long silver hair hanging down her back to waist length, emerald eyes filled with mist, lips tightly pressed, her face delicate like a doll in a window.

"Watanabe Shiina, why are you here?"

As soon as the words fell, the tears that had been swirling in the eye sockets, like broken pearls, gushed out and dripped down the cheeks onto the skirt. There was no sound, no choking, and even the expression did not change much. Just so silently weeping.

Sanada Ling is not good at coaxing people, especially she is the one who caused the current situation.

Seeing the little girl who kept crying, Sanada Ling felt a little headache, took out a tissue and gently wiped away the tears on Watanabe's face, "Don't cry", after thinking about it, he added, "I'm fine, no need Worry."

It's just that it seems to be a bit counterproductive, because the little girl cried even more fiercely.

Sanada Ling:
No, my head hurts even more, why is there no one who can talk at this time, not even the nurse lady came to knock on the door.

But I have to admit that the beauty is different when she cries, she is extraordinarily beautiful, I feel pity when I see it, the pear blossoms are raining.

Finally, the little girl was tired from crying, the tears were not so fierce, and her sleeves were soaked.

"Stop crying, come on, drink some water first." Fortunately, the water glass was in her hand, and she hadn't touched the clean glass yet.

Watanabe Shiina sat obediently on the chair, holding the cup with both hands, sipping, her eyes were almost swollen into goldfish eyes.

It took a long time to speak, and the voice was still crying, "Why, don't tell me, you were injured and hospitalized."

If she hadn't been in the school cafeteria and heard Akutagawa senior from the tennis club discussing what cake to buy to visit Ling tomorrow, she would not have known that Ling was hospitalized.

"You have my number in your phone, why won't you talk to me?"

"Aren't you, don't you think of me as a friend at all?"

Sanada Ling sighed silently in her heart, really, she never knew that she was so popular, she was a little surprised that she was so popular, but in this situation.
"No, it's not that I don't treat you as a friend."

"Huh?" Shiaki Watanabe's eyes were dim with tears, which was very pitiful.

Sanada Ling's body moved slightly, "I didn't tell you because the matter was too embarrassing."

"Although you were not very conscious at the time, you should be able to feel that I fought hard, right?"

"It's too embarrassing for me, who fights so hard, to be plotted against by someone because of my carelessness, and even injured and hospitalized. I don't have the nerve to open my mouth."

Shiaki Watanabe: "No, I'm not ashamed at all, I won't dislike you, and I won't laugh at you."

"As a friend, I only worry about you."

Sanada Ling looked at the serious little girl, hey, she is still a child after all.

Pointing to the dessert on the table, "Mango pudding, made by my aunt, tastes great, do you want to try it?"

"Auntie made it specially for you, it's not suitable for me to eat."

Sanada Ling yawned from the side, and said lazily, "What's inappropriate, isn't it that we are friends, and you can't eat a piece of dessert between friends? Besides, it's almost noon, aren't you hungry? "

Mrs. Sanada’s craftsmanship is needless to say, the pudding is smooth but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, and the fragrance of mango fills the taste buds, and the aftertaste is endless, which is no better than a professional cake maker.

Shiaki Watanabe held the plate and ate in small bites, "Auntie's craftsmanship is very good, and the cooking is delicious."

"Then you can eat more, you are welcome."

After sitting for another half an hour, Shiina Watanabe stood up and said goodbye, "Then I'll come to see you another day, Ling."

Sanada Ling slowly got out of bed. The doctor said that she was to rest, but he didn't say that she was paralyzed on the bed. "Be careful on the road, I won't go downstairs."

"It's okay to come and see me. Come back on Saturdays and Sundays. You are not allowed to ask for leave. You can call or send text messages if you have something to do."

Watanabe Shiina pondered for a moment before speaking slowly, "Okay."

Cooperating with you really thought about it!
"Let's go, there are classes in the afternoon and club activities in the evening, the driver hurry up and still catch up."

After finally sending the person away, Sanada Lingyou slowly moved back to the bed and lay down.

"Miss, eat your lunch while it's hot, Madam will be back later."

"Okay, thank you, sorry to trouble you."

The middle-aged woman set the plate, took a step back, smiled kindly, "You are too polite, this is what I should do."

It is impossible for Mrs. Sanada to stay at the hospital 24 hours a day. She went back this morning. This middle-aged woman is a servant who has been working at Sanada's house. She is very senior, capable and highly valued.

Sanada Ling never had much appetite in the hospital, and no one was watching her today, so she made do with a few mouthfuls, turned over and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Under the eyes of the aunt who wanted to dissuade, he interrupted what she was about to say in time, "My shoulder hurts a little, and I want to rest."

Auntie swallowed what she wanted to say abruptly, and watched the eldest lady slide down, covered her head with the quilt, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

I had no choice but to sigh helplessly, tidy up the dishes and go out lightly.

Sanada Ling woke up suddenly because she sensed that someone was beside her, and it was a strange aura.

At this time, Masaharu Nioh, who slipped out of class, sat quietly on the chair beside the bed, looking at the person sleeping on the bed, a little worry appeared in his bright yellow eyes, his fingers stretched forward slightly, her hair hung over her eyes up.

Before his fingertips touched her cheek, he suddenly met a pair of cold eyes, the dark and deep pupils, clear and bright, without the slightest haze of just waking up.

Ho!
It's not an exaggeration to say that the moment Nioh Masaharu's eyes met, cold sweat broke out on Nioh Masaharu's back.

However, who is Nioh Masaharu?Li Haida's fraudster, unpredictable, the person who can switch identities arbitrarily on the court, is the strongest person in the spiritual field in the entire tennis club except Yukimura Seichi.

So he calmed down his emotions in an instant, curled his fingers, wrapped them around his hair, and swayed the silver braids, "Sister Sanada, good afternoon."

Seamless switching, without the slightest flaw.

If it was someone else, he might have been fooled, but unfortunately, the person in front of him was Sanada Ling.

A person who is at the pinnacle of psychology and a leader who plays with people's hearts.

For these teenagers who are still on campus, even if they are much better than other peers, in front of her, these methods are still too immature.

However, these need not be said.

Sanada Ling withdrew her gaze and moved her stiff neck, "Senior Nioh, if I remember correctly, you should be in school now." Instead of appearing in the hospital, in front of her.

Tsk, skipping classes is becoming popular now?

Seeing her like this, Nioh Masaharu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face, "Pfft, I have gym class in the afternoon, free to move around, so I don't count as skipping class."

Well, it's still the same excuse.

Sanada Ling didn't ask too much about this question. People came here because they were worried about her. Could it be that she can still drive people back.

"Do you want to eat fruit? It was delivered today, you take it yourself."

Nioh Masaharu was taken aback, "Oh, okay, thank you."

Nioh Masaharu casually took one from the top, and there was a click, sweet and sour, just like his mood at the moment, after gnawing one, Nioh Masaharu's mood also calmed down.

Pulled out a book from behind, put it next to Sanada Ling's pillow, met her puzzled eyes, and replied: "I saw this when I passed by the bookstore, and I bought it by chance. The writing is very interesting. I have the same copy at home, but it was refurbished, so I bought a new one for you, you can read it when you are bored, and pass the time.”

Sanada Ling glanced at the cover of the book, "Fraudster's Paradise".

A book with a very personal style, but are all the books that high school students read in their spare time so connotative?Isn't it time to read some funny comics?
"Ah, thank you Nioh-senpai, I will take a good look."

I have to say that Nioh Masaharu is a person who is very good at chatting. He will perceive your emotions very carefully, and can follow the topics you want to talk about, so that you can be satisfied and feel in tune.

For such a person, his EQ and IQ are actually higher than yours.

It's how he makes you feel, not how you feel.

However, Sanada Ling was not surprised at all, no matter what Nioh said, she could follow a few words.

She knew very early on that among the main candidates in the tennis club, except Chi Ye, a single-celled creature whose mind was as simple as a piece of white paper, the rest of them were not simple characters.

Of course, the first to bear the brunt is the minister, Yukimura Seiichi.

If you offend others, you may still have a chance to know the cause of your own death. If you offend Yukimura Seiichi, you don't even know how you were played to death, and you will still be grateful to him.

At the end, Masaharu Nioh seemed to mention it casually, "Ling, you can call me by my name directly instead of using honorifics all the time."

He thought the words were wonderful, with a pun, and he could call her name and his name at the same time.

It would have been better if he ignored the sticky sweat oozing from the palms of his hands behind his back.

Sanadaling didn't have any ideas, it would be a good thing for her not to use honorifics, "Okay, King Ni."

Nioh Masaharu let go of his clenched hands quietly, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Before he could say anything, the phone rang suddenly.

Nioh Masaharu stared at the four characters of "Minister Yukimura" on the screen of the mobile phone, and belatedly remembered that he seemed, like, probably, because he was too happy to chat, he ignored the issue of time.

But now, I glanced at the time display on the upper left corner of the phone, and it was very good, the job had started for 15 minutes.

Nioh Masaharu pressed the answer button with slightly trembling fingers, "Minister, Minister."

A gentle and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone, "Nio, did you forget that there is still training today?"

"No, no, Minister, you listen to me."

Yukimura Seichi laughed, "I don't really want to hear your explanation, Nioh, I hope you can appear in front of me within 5 minutes."

Masaharu Nioh quickly calculated in his mind that it would take 25 minutes to go from the hospital to the school without traffic jams, and now it happens to be rush hour, so there is no traffic jam?is impossible.

From the school gate to the tennis club, if he runs fast, he should be there in 10 minutes, right?

Yukimura Seiichi waited for a while, only to hear the sound of silent breathing, and clicked his tongue lightly, "It seems that Nioh will not be able to make it, Liu, now start the timer, how long Nioh is late, the training will be multiplied .”

Liu Lian Er wrote down a number in his notebook, "Okay, I understand."

When Nioh Masaharu heard about his trial, he jumped up from the stool, "No, Minister."

It's a pity that Yukimura Seiichi didn't listen to his explanation and hung up the phone directly.

Sanada Ling, who heard the whole process clearly, gave King Ni a sympathetic look, "You, take care."

At this time, all she could do was support her mentally.

King Ren smiled wryly, he could already foresee the bleak days in the future.

"Ling, you have a good rest, I will come to see you another day, let's go first."

"Be careful on the road, I won't send it off."

"it is good--"

When the good word fell, people had already ran into the corridor.

Sanada Ling leaned back and turned to look out the window with an unclear expression.

(End of this chapter)