There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

Yukinoshita Yukino turned her gaze again and stared blankly at Kitahara Sora. His handsome face and facial features, apart from giving people an unusually cold feeling, were actually quite good. After all, that was his character.

"Thank you, Kitahara-san. You saved me again."

Kitahara Sora shook her head and took out a thermos box from the bedside table. When she opened it, a rich fragrance hit her face, arousing her sense of smell and tempting her taste buds.

It was a can of steaming chicken soup. It must have taken a lot of effort to get this chicken soup in this world. Why could you do this for me? Was it just because I helped you once?

"Drink this first. This is chicken soup specially made for you. You need to rest now. Now it's my turn to feed you, Yukinoshita-san. For your own sake, please don't refuse."

Kitahara Sora showed a warm smile, his smile was so charming. We had known each other for a long time, although we hadn't communicated for a long time and we deliberately kept a distance from each other. I had never seen him smile, but he looked so good when he smiled, much better than when he had a stern face.

So Yukinoshita Yukino also laughed. She nodded gently, opened her cherry lips slightly, and put the spoon full of rich soup into her mouth.

Good...fragrant, no!

Will Kitahara-san laugh?

He can't laugh, right? He seems to have told himself that he has lost the ability to control his face, so can he laugh?

Something seems to be wrong. What is it?

Ah, why does the chicken soup that smells so good have no taste?

Yukinoshita Yukino stared blankly at the smiling Kitahara Sora until the other party showed a puzzled expression. He began to ask, showing a concerned look again.

But at this moment, he was already filled with fear, and then slowly, Kitahara Sora's face began to distort, the white walls began to distort, the quilts, clothes, ceiling, and the hospital room began to distort and break, and finally were replaced by a pitch-black abyss.

I opened my eyes, but there was no sunlight, no white sheets from the hospital, no nurses, no noisy drills outside the window, and no Kitahara Sora. I moved my body, but my legs still hurt. I didn't get treatment, and Kitahara didn't save me. I was still suffering in this dark environment.

How many times has this happened?

It doesn't matter whether it's a dream or an illusion.

Yukinoshita Yukino felt like it had been a long, long time.

One day, or two days? Or three days? It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I still repeat those unrealistic dreams. Without day and night, I can't scratch marks on the wall to record the days. But I have eaten a lot of food. I have been very restrained. I only eat a little when I am very hungry.

But the food will be eaten up one day, and the lower body will have lost all feeling.

But why do I feel like I just ate food for the first time? It feels like I just cleared the road and tore open the first bag of cookies…

I turned on the flashlight again, and the light was so dim that I couldn't see clearly one meter in front of me. The wick began to flicker and it looked like it would go out at any time. The surroundings were very messy, full of food packaging bags and empty bottles. I was obviously very hungry and only ate a little bit. I was obviously extremely dehydrated and only took a sip of water. I am a human being, and food needs to be digested after entering the mouth. I didn't want to perform human physiological behaviors in this environment, so I didn't dare to eat too much, but why did it look like I ate a lot?

Yes, I have done very well and excellently. I can’t wait any longer, right?

It is enough.

What's the point of surviving?

Even if I return to my original world, what can I do?

Will I catch up with her?

Will she recognize me?

That shouldn’t be the case. I’m actually a loser. I don’t even want to admit it. I’ve been brainwashing myself year after year. I’m actually not that bad... That’s enough.

Yukinoshita Yukino took out her small pistol, loaded it skillfully, and put the muzzle to her temple again. This was enough. Even if she survived, things wouldn't get better.

It won't hurt. The bullet will destroy the brain tissue in an instant. You won't feel any feeling or pain. You will be relieved instantly.

I should go to heaven, right? I have never done anything bad in my life, I have never even said a bad word, so I will definitely go to heaven. Is there really a heaven?

Yukinoshita Yukino looked up. Although she couldn't see anything, she felt that she saw something. She heard the sound of something heavy moving, she heard the heavy breathing of a man, and she felt a layer of dust falling on her head.

Then, blinding light and a cold wind blew in.

She saw light, different from the dim glow of the flashlight, it was natural light.

She used her other hand to cover her tightly closed eyes, because even with her eyes closed, the dazzling light was still extremely blinding, as if it would burn her eyeballs.

Look, it's happening again, what is it this time? I won't believe it again.

She laughed, a sweet laugh, a laugh of relief, because she heard that familiar yet strange voice again.

The light said, "Sorry, I'm late."

Chapter 1: Yukinoshita Yukino ()

Kitahara Sora found her. She looked very disheveled, with messy hair and covered in dust and ash. Her once pretty face had lost its usual luster and was pitch black, looking like a refugee from a war zone.

She had lost a lot of weight. She was always thin, but she looked fit, only now even thinner.

She held her small pistol and a dead flashlight tightly against her chest. As long as someone reached out his hand, she would struggle desperately, fearing that someone would snatch her treasures.

She looked a little dazed, and even after Kitahara Sora picked her up and walked out of the basement, she was still muttering to herself, "Who are you?"

Seven days had passed. He found her on the morning of the seventh day. She looked very mentally ill, but it was a good thing that she was not dead, because he had originally intended to find her body. In fact, it was okay if he didn't find her. If he found her body, who would pay for her? Beiyuan Kong didn't want to speculate who was behind the bomb. It seemed that everyone was suspected, but no one was suspected. But if he found her body, then everyone would die.

Fortunately, she was still alive and only had a broken leg.

So he was not so anxious, because he had enough time to speculate what caused the bomb to explode in his room and who placed the bomb there. Whether it was intentional or not, he would die, because Yukinoshita almost died, because he almost died.

Yukinoshita couldn't die, not only because she helped him, she saved his life, but also because she might become his support, because...

She is excellent, really excellent.

Kitahara Sora couldn't imagine that someone could stay in such an environment for a week without going crazy. She had heard of the sensory closure experiment, and no one could last for three days. But she did it, and persisted for a week. Although she spent a lot of time making noise to pass the time, and was probably talking to herself most of the time, she did it.

Moreover, she made things more difficult for herself. Even when there was enough food, she could still maintain restraint and keep herself hungry at all times. Because if she couldn't eat enough, humans needed physiological excretion, and she obviously didn't have this ability to act at this time. If a person with poor willpower gave up and didn't care about his own hygiene, then in that indescribable environment, he would be corroded by bacteria, his body would begin to rot, he would be infected, and finally die in the stench he created.

So she is so outstanding, completely surpassing the character in the original work. She is so outstanding that Kitahara Sora begins to doubt, is there really anyone in this world who is worthy of her?

Beiyuan Kong found a clean place that was not covered by ice, snow and mud, placed her gently in the corner of the prayer hall, and then found some wood to start a fire.

The damp wood was forcibly ignited by gasoline, and the turbid smoke slowly rose into the air. There was no wind now, so it was not choking. The two of them watched the burning wood quietly, watching the black smoke rise into the air, and then the water slowly evaporated, the black smoke slowly turned blue, slowly becoming clearer and clearer, and the flames became more and more vigorous. They did not speak, but just quietly observed the swaying flames.

"Am I dead?"

After a long time, she stared at the burning flames and asked softly, her voice a little hoarse, no longer as soft and ethereal as before.

"Yukinoshita-san, you're still alive."

Kitahara Sora found Zoe's small pot from the rubble, filled it with white snow and put it on the fire. After a brief question and answer, neither of them spoke again. Kitahara Sora didn't know how to comfort a person who was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and Yukinoshita Yukino was still staring at the fire in a daze. She had no joy of being rescued, no crying, no laughing, she just stared at the fire in a daze.

Soon, the snow in the pot melted. When the temperature was right, Kitahara Sora took out a roll of bandage from his backpack, tore off a piece and put it in warm water, wrung it dry, and gently wiped her face.

The white bandage was stained by the ash. Kitahara Sora put the bandage into the pot to clean it again, and wiped the dirt off her face again. Yukinoshita also let Kitahara Sora wipe her face. Until the third time, she asked again: "Is this also an illusion?"

"This is not an illusion, nor a dream, Yukinoshita-san, you have really been rescued."

"Really? That would be great."

So, Kitahara Sora continued to turn around to clean the bandage, and out of sight, she raised the small pistol and pressed it against her temple.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and the dust above his head fell down, and his cheek, which had just been wiped clean, was covered with dirt again.

Kitahara Sora held her wrist tightly and lifted it up at the critical moment, so the bullet did not hit her head.

"Yukinoshita-san, you were indeed rescued. I pulled you out of the basement. You don't have to thank me. In fact, I'll be satisfied as long as my effort wasn't in vain." Kitahara Sora reached out to grab the pistol, but found that she was still holding it tightly. If he used brute force, he might hurt her. So he had to remove the magazine while she wasn't paying attention, and forcibly ejected the loaded bullet.

"Would you like something to eat? I brought some canned pork."

Beiyuan Kong did not mention the thrilling scene just now. He was not angry and asked softly as if nothing had happened: "If you don't want to eat, I also brought a bucket of instant noodles. Bill secretly hid it. If you want to eat this, I have to clean the pot first."

Seeing that Xueshita did not respond, Kitahara Sora could only shake his head, pour out the water in the pot, and prepare to go out and fill it with snow again.

But he was cautious. When he walked out of the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Yukinoshita Yukino who was standing by the fire. Finally, he walked up to her quickly and took the thing from her hand. Sure enough, the girl took out a spare magazine from her pocket.

"I was seriously injured. When I woke up, Bill had already taken me to the military base. The last thing I did before I passed out was to ask them where you were. After I woke up, the first thing I thought of was to come back here to look for you, even if it was your corpse." Kitahara Sora stared at Yukinoshita's dim pupils and said seriously, "My ribs are still broken, and the perforated lung has not healed completely. I climbed over the wall of the base, avoided the guards, and ran out quietly. I was unconscious for two days, and it took me another five days to walk here. In fact, I didn't have much hope that you were still alive, but I'm very happy that you are."

"I don't mean to take credit from you. I just want to try my luck because you are the person I trust the most. It's not just because you gave me a little help. In fact, before I set out, I found out that it was you who stopped Da He Taiyang on the day I first came here. But these are not the reasons why I want to save you so desperately. It's because you are good enough and I can trust you with everything behind the scenes, so I saved you."

"I don't care why you made such an extreme choice. Everyone gets stuck in a dead end, and I do too sometimes. I don't know what you've been through in the past seven days, but I can imagine your hardships in the most extreme way. When I first saw you, you also put a gun to your head. If I put myself in your shoes, maybe I'm not as good as you, so I won't get angry."

Kitahara Sora continued, word by word, "Next I'm going to go outside and ride on some clean snow. You need to replenish some calories, so don't try to do anything stupid anymore. Just do it for me."

"excellent?"

Yukinoshita's slightly hoarse voice came, this time she was no longer staring at the flames, but raised her head and locked her gaze on Kitahara Sora who was also in tatters. His clothes were covered in blood, dust and dirt. The blood was from killing zombies along the way, and the dust was from digging rubble to save himself.

"What do you think is good about me? My excellent grades or my cute looks? Are these important? Or is it my annoying personality? Is this also good?"

The series of questions made Kitahara Sora not know where to start answering. Before he could open his mouth, he heard Yukinoshita continue: "Kitahara-san, don't you know my life? Can I be considered excellent? Do you know? You actually don't understand anything at all!"

Yukinoshita Yukino suddenly roared without warning, completely losing her usual calm and elegant demeanor. She was like a wronged little girl who wanted to vent the endless pain in her heart. This was not in the original work. In the original work, even if she suffered a great injustice, she would only hold back her tears, holding her chest with one hand and enduring it alone, but she seemed to have had enough.

"You know what? I was born in a family that more than 90% of children in Japan envy. I come from a wealthy family, I have no worries about food and clothing, I have received a good education, and I can get anything I want as long as I ask. But do you know the real me?"

Yukinoshita Yukino gently stroked the dead flashlight. She had calmed down after her roar. She continued in a gentle voice: "You said that you might have ruined my life. Maybe I would have had a friend, a lover, and we would have started a sour and sweet relationship. Maybe that classmate named Hikigaya would have become my husband in the end. Although I don't know him now, I really want to believe what you said. I am very willing to imagine the story you told, but, you know..."

"Do you know what the real situation is? Novels are always novels, and animations are always animations. They are based on all the beautiful visions and do not consider other minor details. They exist only to please the audience and the readers. Do you think that if you don't interfere with me, I will really do as you said, fall in love with someone, have a serious relationship, and end up getting married perfectly? I want to do that too. I want to do that too much. This is really a happy story."

"Everything about me is a tragedy. Actually, I don't ask for anything from others. I don't ask for much from anything. I really don't ask for much. I just want someone to talk to, who can chat with me sometimes. Is that too much? I just hope that my mother can be stricter with me. I don't dare to ask her to comfort me or enlighten me. As long as she is strict with me, I will be satisfied. I want her to give me the doll again, that worthless doll. I really like it..."

"So, I don't dare to ask for a relationship. I don't dare to think about it. I can't have what you said. It's impossible."

She shook her head, her tone filled with sadness, a sadness that could not be relieved, just like the sadness that Hayato Hayama had shown a few days ago, which could not be comforted and was irreversible.

"——I was still very young at that time. I loved to laugh and was very cheerful, but I knew I had a bad temper. Because when I was about to do something, as long as my parents warned me before I took action that I had to do it, I suddenly didn't want to do it. This was my personality. It was very awkward, wasn't it? At the beginning, my mother was very strict with me, strict to the point of being harsh. It was not until after that incident that I found that she began to distance herself from me intentionally or unintentionally..."

Hayato Hayama messed up and caused Yukinoshita to be bullied. The young girl felt very aggrieved and ran to cry to her mother. After all, she was still a child at that time. In her own world, her parents were her greatest support, as majestic as the sky, because they were the people closest to her.

But Dad remained silent. He was looking at Mom's expression. Mom didn't comfort her. Instead, she scolded me. She told the young Yukino, "If you can't handle such a small matter, how can you be qualified to be the heir of the Yukinoshita family? When you grow up and die, will you come to my grave and cry if you are wronged a little bit?"

She was still an elementary school student at that time.

At that time, she did not understand what her mother meant. She just felt so wronged and kept crying. Later, when her mother passed away, she did not comfort Yukinoshita. No one comforted her, and her sister was locked in the room by her mother. She seemed to have heard from her classmates that girls can cry when they are wronged. There are two places where girls can cry.

One was in dad’s arms and the other was in the toilet.

Yukinoshita didn't want to go to the bathroom to cry secretly, and her father wouldn't lend her his arms, so she kept crying in her room until her voice was hoarse and she had no strength left.

Then she realized that no one would help her, so she stopped crying and swore that she would never cry again.

After a while, for some reason, a cocktail party was suddenly held at home. My sister became the focus of everyone's attention, and I could only hide in a corner alone, silently holding a straw and drinking my favorite juice.

My mother didn't call my name that night, and my father kept talking to my sister and some uncles and aunts he didn't know.

After that night it seemed as if the world had changed.

My mother no longer cared about my grades. She would not praise me even if I got first place in the school. I even turned in a blank paper and went home with a zero score, but she was not criticized. She was no longer strict with me. She started to get along with me calmly. She no longer asked about my affairs. She just wanted me to live safely and go home on time after school.

My father began to arrange for people to teach me various etiquettes. I learned the most about brides’ training. I started to learn cooking, housework, flower arrangement, and painting. Ah, my favorite thing was horse riding…

She began to be surrounded by various teachers, but after entering junior high school, Yukinoshita understood that her mother had chosen her sister.

He was abandoned.

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(PS: Happy Leftover Egg Festival~)

Chapter 2: Yukinoshita Yukino ()

"Kitahara-san, do you know?"

Yukinoshita Yukino's voice was faint, and after the sadness, she was extremely calm, the kind of indifferent and nonchalant person who did not care about the world. Her tone began to be full of compromise.

"It would be great if it was really as you said. At least I'm the heroine of a youth anime. I defeated all the girls who liked him. I will finally be happy. I will take the initiative to get to know Hikigaya-san with hope. I will be friends with him and try hard to like him and make him like me. But do you know why I don't want to get to know him? Even if Mr. Hiratsuka brought him to the activity room of the Service Club, I would refuse immediately?"

"It would be great if everyone is happy after a relationship. I have never liked anyone before, and I don't know what it feels like to like someone. I am actually looking forward to it, but like you told me, I won't just find someone for my own reasons and have a relationship. I don't want to involve someone casually. I can't be so selfish. Even if he and I are together, like the ending in the anime, the anime only covers the high school period, right?"

Kitahara Sora sat next to Yukinoshita and listened to her quietly. What she said was right and realistic. She had always been a rational person. She would think about any problem in her own way, neither blindly nor recklessly. She could consider any possibility, so after he told her about Hikigaya, she might not have taken it to heart at all.

Because she doesn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve love.

Animation is always romantic, but reality is always cruel. Her mother began to not care about her grades or whether she was excellent, but began to arrange for her to learn life skills and began to train her to be a canary or a vase.

Yukinoshita Yukino is destined to become a prop for marriage alliances, or an item for trade between families. Even if a son-in-law is sought, she cannot be the one, because only the heir can recruit a son-in-law from outside. Yukinoshita Yukino can only be a commodity. This is why she is omnipotent in housework and cooking.

She didn't think Hikigaya had the ability to snatch her away from the family. Even if he said so, it would be useless unless he could bring equal benefits to the family. This is the reality of the big families in Japan.

"So, Kitahara-san, what do you think is the meaning of my existence? What is the meaning of my survival? I have to face reality. Even if I survive this game trial, I have to return to reality and return home. I can't rebel against my family, and I don't want to rebel, but the product has defects."

There was a defect. Her leg was broken and had not been treated. The broken bone spur fragments continued to break during the movement and punctured the muscle tissue, causing irreversible damage. The best outcome was amputation.

No one would want a defective product, so her remaining value was gone. In that dark environment, she thought a lot, tried hard, and thought about giving up. Finally, she realized that she was nothing but a product. She was actually very similar to Hayato Hayama. She had always lived for others. Her life did not belong to herself, but to her mother and the Yukinoshita family.

Kitahara Sora sighed softly. She couldn't say anything to comfort him. She wouldn't say that you can resist such a childish suggestion. That was her home. No matter how impersonal it was, it was still her home.

The family is her blood relatives. Mrs. Yukinoshita is not a qualified mother, but she is definitely a qualified helmsman of the family. She has not let the young Yukino experience family affection. Her father, as a son-in-law, can almost be said to be a puppet of the Yukinoshita family and a puppet of her mother, so Yukino has never experienced fatherly love. In her memory, her father has never even hugged her once.