Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 190 Memory Recovery (Part , Unfinished)

"……am I wrong?"

"I wanted to save her, did I do something wrong...?"

"……Do not."

"You are right to want to save people."

"However, you must also know that sometimes when you go to save someone, you may not only fail to save the other person, but you may even get involved yourself..."

……

The school bell rings.

At the door of a certain class in the second grade of junior high school, a handsome boy put everything on the table back into his schoolbag one by one.

He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the midterm exam papers sandwiched between the textbooks and the teacher's eyes when giving him the papers.

Next year will be the third year of junior high school, and they will soon face the first important exam in their lives. However, some students with poor grades in their school will be approached by teachers and persuaded to give up the high school entrance exam and apply for vocational schools in advance. This can ensure the school's admission rate.

If his grades continue to get worse, it will probably be over soon...

The boy sat by the window. The girl at the table on the right had already left. He left the classroom with his bag on his back.

He walked out of the teaching building and walked towards the school gate. While thinking about how to speak to his parents, he moved his feet to the left. He planned to turn a corner after going out and buy some fried skewers from the canteen next door.

As soon as he left the school, he saw a fat middle-aged woman waiting under the tree.

"Mom? Why are you here?"

The boy was surprised at first, and then felt guilty. He squeezed the strap of the schoolbag that contained the papers.

"I just got off work. I thought you were about to finish school, so I came to pick you up. Your dad made your favorite Coke chicken wings today. Let's buy him some beer on the way back."

The woman smiled, and crow's feet appeared on the skin at the corners of her eyes.

The boy looked around. The students were walking out in twos and threes, and there were not many parents guarding the door. It’s not like kindergarten or elementary school. Junior high school students have a certain ability to take care of themselves.

He was a little embarrassed. In addition to being so old and having to be picked up by his parents, his mother's age also made him embarrassed.

His parents are relatively older, much older than the parents of most of his classmates. For example, his uncle is only 2 years younger than his father, but his daughter and his cousin have both finished the college entrance examination and are in their freshman year.

The boy always felt that people coming and going were looking at them. When he couldn't help but want to persuade his mother not to pick him up in the future, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He has a very strange name. His surname is very rare, not unpleasant, and there are no uncommon characters in his name, but together they are very strange.

When the boy turned around, it was the girl at the next table who he thought had left first, calling him.

The girl, with her hair in a ponytail, stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light and raised her hand to him. The boy saw that her face was still pale in the dusk.

His neighbor at the table has been in poor health recently. In today's physical education class, the teacher didn't worry about letting her stand in the sun for too long and asked her to go aside to rest.

"See you tomorrow!"

The boys also greeted her. He saw a middle-aged woman standing at the next table. She turned to smile politely at him, and then when the light turned green, she directly picked up her daughter and left. The pace is quite hasty.

The mother looked at their backs as they left: "Is this your classmate?"

"Well, she's sitting next to me."

And her grades are much better than him. She is the teacher's favorite student. She will definitely be admitted to a key high school in the high school entrance examination next year.

The boy thought about his grades again and couldn't help but secretly look at his mother's face.

His mother asked again: "She doesn't look well. Is she sick?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask."

The mother lightly kicked the boy and said, "You should pay more attention to your classmates."

The boy responded helplessly.

His mind was now filled with his terrible grades. It wasn't until his mother tried to take the schoolbag for him that he realized it and quickly took a step back: "Hey, no need, there are a lot of things in it and it's very heavy."

His mother seemed to see through what he was thinking: "Are you feeling guilty? The midterm results came out today and you didn't do well in the exam?"

The boy looked embarrassed: "I..."

"Your teacher called me today and said that your test scores were not satisfactory this time."

"But I asked her, 'What score did my son get in the exam?', and she said a lot, calling you out for failing English... Oh, it's okay, I won't scold you."

His mother tapped him on the shoulder.

"You have worked very hard, but my grades are not as good as yours when I was studying. Just like this foreign language, I can't even understand ABC now, but you are already much smarter than me."

"Don't push yourself too hard. Just let the teacher say whatever she says. Don't take it to heart. Just take whatever test you can... If your dad scolds you for this, I'll scold him."

His mother took him to the nearby canteen and said, "I'll treat you to something to eat. Just order a few skewers, don't order too much, or you won't be able to eat dinner later and your dad will nag you again."

The boy followed her in and saw that she was really looking at the price list. He couldn't help but ask: "...Aren't you angry?"

"We don't ask you for anything. We don't need you to get into a good school or earn as much money as you want in the future. As long as you are safe and happy," his mother said to him.

The boy felt warm in his heart when he was told this.

At the same time, he was a little embarrassed, even more ashamed than when he first got the paper.

The teachers of several other subjects said that he was too careless, but he was actually pretty good at it, that is, English... I'll ask the next person at the table for advice tomorrow. She has the best grades in this subject.

The boy made up his mind and ate fried skewers and his favorite dish cooked by his parents. I spent a calm night like this and came to school the next day.

But he found that the girl at the table next to him didn't come. She took a leave of absence from school due to illness.

……

After the final exam, the boy learned from the teacher that the girl at the next table was seriously ill.

"Friends who were good friends with her in the past can go and see her. The hospital is located at..."

The teacher had a strange expression when he spoke.

The boy was about to enter his third year of junior high school. When the summer vacation started, his parents did not send him directly to cram school. Instead, they took annual leave together and planned to go out and have fun as a family first.

They asked him where he wanted to go, and the first thing that came to his mind was the seaside. His father taught him to swim since he was a child. He thinks he is good at water, but he has never been to the sea or rivers.

His parents agreed.

The day before departure, he planned to visit the girl at the table next to him who had only a few interactions with him but could be considered a friend. He asked his father to drive him to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, his father was waiting for him outside and asked him to go in alone. It would definitely be awkward for the two of them if their parents were around at this time.

The boy was startled when he saw the girl at the next table. He didn't expect her to look so haggard.

"How are you doing?"

He had heard the teacher say that she was sick before, but he only knew about it. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he really realized that she was so seriously ill.

She was frighteningly thin, and her hospital clothes hung on her skinny shoulders. The thin quilt covered his legs, and he could barely see the rise and fall. The ponytail is gone and all the hair has fallen out.

The boy asked a series of questions: "What is your illness? Is it okay? When can you be discharged from the hospital? We will be in the third year of junior high school after school starts. You..."

He knows how hard the girl at the next table studies.

One time she came to school with bruises on her face, and he asked curiously about her. At that time, he knew something about her family.

Her father was a gambler, and his mother wanted to divorce her after seeing his true colors, but the man refused to let her go, and kept dragging on, and the divorce lawsuit was filed twice. They still lived together, often quarreled, and would hit others when they got excited.

She felt that she was dragging her mother down. If it weren't for her, her mother would have run away long ago. She wants to change her destiny through reading and live a good life with her mother.

But now...

The boy couldn't talk anymore, so he changed the subject: "Where is your mother?"

The girl at the next table smiled: "She stayed in the hospital for several days without a bed, so she just fell asleep next to my bed... I finally persuaded her to go home and rest. She will come over later."

She raised her hand, touched her bare head, and made a low sound.

"The treatment sometimes hurts, and I have lost all my hair... Am I ugly like this?"

The boy who likes all kinds of two-dimensional beautiful girls said dryly: "This is for treatment. When you are cured, you will become beautiful again."

He looked at her thin body and asked hesitantly: "You were in pain during the treatment. Did you tell the doctor and your mother?"

The girl at the next table was distracted. When she heard his words, she first said "huh?" and then reacted: "I don't dare to tell my mother."

"She has shed so many tears for me, and I don't want her to feel uncomfortable anymore..." she said with a wry smile.

No one in the room spoke for a while.

"I regret it so much now. I wish I had paid more attention to my health earlier. I had nosebleeds earlier. If I had come to the hospital earlier, I wouldn't have been like this...My mother wouldn't be so worried about me. She keeps watch over me every day. I don't dare to leave for too long, and the new life I finally got has been ruined by me..."

There were no tears on her face and she tried to speak in a calm tone.

The corners of the boy's eyes gradually became wet, and his heart felt heavy. He could hear the rich sadness and regret in her words. He felt sorry for her.

But the boy didn't know how to comfort him at all. He was not an eloquent person, and this was his first time in the inpatient department of the hospital, his first time seeing such a patient, his first time...

At this time, the girl at the next table called him again.

"Tuzi, am I going to die?"

He looked at her, and he saw that her face was even paler than the last time they met that day. She didn't look like a living person, but more like a wandering spirit that had just stayed in the world.

……

The boy left the ward.

His father was wandering outside another ward with a particularly solemn expression. When I saw him coming out, I immediately came over.

"How are your classmates?" his father asked.

"she……"

The boy was stuck for a moment, and after a long time he lowered his head: "She's not very well. She's really seriously ill. She might..."

"…might die."

He spoke very softly, almost forcing it out of his mouth.

His father heard this, sighed deeply, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Let's go, your mother is still waiting for us at home... Don't tell your mother about this, she is too sympathetic and doesn't like it." Listen to these things.”

The boy felt that his father's hand patted him a little harder than usual, and it seemed to be shaking a little.

But he didn't think much and left the hospital with his father.

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The memory part is a bit long, maybe two more chapters. And it doesn’t have much to do with the plot of Conan. If you don’t like it, you can skip the next two chapters.

(End of this chapter)