Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 97 Qianchuan is sick

'Wow--'

Kitahara dived out of the swimming pool and leaned against the wall, with Yoshimizu You next to him who came to visit.

In May, the warm sun shines through the window and falls on the slender figures of the girls, who are either bending down, shaking their legs, or waving their tender arms. Small white flowers are blooming in the pool.

“Heaven, absolute heaven.”

"Kitahara, I've decided to quit the baseball club and come here."

Kitahara ignored him and counted the number of circles he swam back and forth.

The full length of the swimming pool is a standard 50 meters, and one round trip is 100 meters. He can now swim 300 meters.

Regarding Misato Sakai.

He treated him like shit, saying that an innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. This is a modern society. What can those students in the ivory tower do to target us?
But you do need to exercise and learn some self-defense skills.

"Newcomer?" Komizuuchi Akira, the third-year senior, came over and patted Yoshimizu Yuu on the shoulder. "Want to join the swimming club? If you get along well with the club members, you'll have no shortage of partners."

"Yes! Senior!"

The two were chatting happily, but Kitahara was looking around. His girlfriend was not there today.

Although Qianchuan would skip classes and use class time to work, she never skipped club activities. It was a strange direction of effort. Kitahara once asked her why she didn't go to a sports school.

Qianchuan's answer was: "Because the tuition here is lower, and practicing sports is too expensive."

physical education.

Especially professional sports, it has always been a very expensive project. You need to take care of your body and buy nutritional supplements. Kitahara went back to the locker room to take a shower, and when he came out, he found the swimming club captain Ikeda-senpai.

"Where's Qianchuan?"

Ikeda Saori, also a good friend of Chikawa, said gently, "Chikawa said she's not feeling well and might not be able to attend the club activities today. Does Kitahara-kun need anything from her?"

"A little."

"I'm glad you care about her, but there are so many boys asking where she is, I can't tell you."

As a good friend, Ikeda-senpai was quite considerate of his girlfriend. Kitahara responded and sent a message on his phone to ask. Senkawa quickly replied: "I'm in the health classroom, in the place closest to the window."

Beiyuan put down her phone, feeling speechless. Her father's illness hadn't been cured yet, so why did she collapse?
After picking up his bag and saying hello to Yoshimizu and his senior, Kitahara went out.

On the way, he was thinking about the things he needed to deal with.

He asked the second young lady about the transfer of his girlfriend's father to another hospital today. Asuka said that as long as the money is in place, there will be no big problem. Kitahara is still very confident in her ability to handle the matter.
Kotakagi has made friends, so we don't have to worry about her for now. Other than that, there's Sato Sayuri's younger brother.

When I have free time after school, I will go talk to the private detective again.

The health room is located behind the club building. It is close and convenient for seeing a doctor. Kitahara pushed open the door and found that there was someone inside. Several boys were gathered in front of the bed, seemingly talking about something.

The area near the inside was surrounded by a curtain, so you couldn't see inside clearly. Kitahara pushed open the curtain and saw Qianchuan's face burning hot, with an ice pack on his head, and he was barely breathing.

Kitahara frowned: "What's wrong?"

"It's ok"

Qianchuan shook his head softly: "The doctor said that it will be fine after a rest."

"Is it really okay?"

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"Give me the thermometer, I'll take your test."

Kitahara looked at her, his heart inexplicably raging, but the patient needed comfort more than anything else, so he slowed down his tone and said softly, "Liang Xiang, be good and let me take your temperature."

"Um"

The girlfriend agreed and pushed down part of the quilt, revealing the wrinkled college uniform. Beiyuan touched it lightly and frowned. It was soaked inside. He had an idea in his mind and handed the thermometer to Qianchuan. He waited for her to press it under her tongue for a while before taking another look.

39.

high fever.

Beiyuan was so angry that he laughed. If Qianchuan wasn't still sick, he would have spanked her. He reacted quickly and called the school doctor. After the people arrived, they discussed for a while and decided to send her to the hospital.

"I-I'm fine." In the taxi, Qianchuan glanced at Kitahara lightly as if he had done something wrong.

The world before my eyes was spinning and I couldn't see anything clearly.

But Qianchuan could see clearly his expressionless face. She seemed to have made Beiyuan angry.

The girlfriend was a little scared and gently pulled at Kitahara's sleeve, but Kitahara ignored her and just muttered to himself, "No more part-time jobs. If you don't have anything else to do, just stay home."

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Qianchuan didn't say anything. She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she had no strength.

On the other hand, Kitahara also roughly guessed the reason.

Qianchuan has been overdrawing his body by doing this. He works until the early morning, participates in high-intensity club activities in the afternoon, and only eats bread at noon every day without any nutritional supplements.

Over time, it becomes a sub-healthy state.

This time, it was probably a flu outbreak, and she was caught off guard.

"Please don't be angry, okay?"

Qianchuan finally mustered up all his strength to say this sentence, but before Beiyuan could answer, he leaned weakly on him and closed his eyes.

Qianchuan woke up to the dark sky and didn't know what time it was.

All I could see were the stars twinkling outside the window, and the location here seemed very high. From a distance, I could see the sky and the road in the distance. Qianchuan looked at the ward in front of him, a single room, which was very spacious, spotlessly clean, and equipped with an LCD TV.

“It should be very expensive.”

She muttered to herself, turned over and tried to get out of bed, but the door opened and a voice came in: "She's still on IV drip, don't come down."

Kitahara turned on the light.

Suddenly, the room was brightly lit, and following Kitahara was the homeroom teacher, Sayuri Sato.

"Teacher Sato?" Qianchuan widened his eyes.

"Chikawa-san."

In the afternoon, Sayuri Sato learned that a student in her class had a high fever, and her mind was instantly stunned.

When I came to my senses, I realized that it was such a "troublesome" student.

As early as when she took over, she had heard the name Senkawa Ryoka from the previous class teacher. Her family was relatively poor, her father was seriously ill, and her mother was a gambler, so she had to work at a young age.

Sayuri Sato usually takes good care of such students, turning a blind eye to her absenteeism, and she is often on the list of poor students submitted.

But unexpectedly, something happened.

This may be related to the fact that she didn't take good care of him in her daily life.

"Mr. Senkawa, how are you feeling now?" Sato Sayuri asked with concern.

"I feel much better."

Facing the homeroom teacher who is always serious on weekdays, Senkawa Ryoka was a little nervous and looked at Kitahara from time to time, asking him to help her out.

Beiyuan sat next to her and said, "Let me tell you."

"you?"

Sato Sayuri was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that he and Qianchuan were deskmates, so they must know each other.

"First of all, you shouldn't have let her go to work. Qianchuan is sick, Sayuri, as the homeroom teacher, you have half the responsibility!"

"what?"

Not only Sayuri Sato, but even Chikawa widened his eyes.

he.
He actually scolded the head teacher directly?

Senkawa Ryoka groaned in her heart, it was over, her boyfriend seemed really angry.

She turned her head and was even more surprised.

The serious head teacher actually lowered his head and said nothing, allowing him to scold!
(End of this chapter)