Shuji Kitahara woke up in a daze, watching the unfamiliar ceiling slowly spin, and his heart 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 trance for a long time, and then he turned his head to look to the side and saw a man sitting at the head of the bed. He was looking at things a little bit, and it took him a little time to get the focus right before he could see that it was the little radish head—she was holding her cheeks with her little hands, her little mouth was pouting slightly, and her little head was dozing off a little bit.

Why is the little radish head here?

Kitahara Shuji thought as he tried to reach out and touch her gently to wake her up, but it was obviously running towards her arm, but his hand passed through her low-hanging black hair and gently stroked her face.

An extraordinary and tender feeling, and Fuyumi immediately opened a pair of crescent eyes alertly, but her body didn't move, just stared at Kitahara Shuji's hand that fell on her face, and after a while, she sat up straight with her mouth pursed and asked softly, "Are you awake? Do you faint now?" Do you want to vomit?"

Kitahara Shuji replied a little embarrassed, "It's okay, why are you here?"

Fuyumi reached out to pour him water and replied softly, "The doctor said that you need to observe, and if you find vomiting, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately, so I'm here to watch...... Can I drink my own water?"

"Yes. Kitahara Shuji moved to sit up, but Fuyumi hurriedly helped him, and saw that his hand to catch the water cup didn't seem to have much strength, so he gently held the bottom of the cup for him.

Kitahara Shuji took a few sips of warm water and felt a little more comfortable, then leaned on the head of the bed and asked softly, "How long have I been unconscious?"

His mind stopped buzzing now, and he finally remembered what had happened.

Dongmei took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, and replied, "It's been fifteen or sixteen hours...... How do you feel now?"

"It's okay, it's much better, you can go back and rest!" Kitahara Shuji touched his skull, still faintly aching, but it shouldn't be a big deal.

Fuyumi didn't leave, but was silent for a while, bowed her head deeply and said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

She felt very ashamed, and less than an hour after Shuji Kitahara moved here, she punched her sister into a deep coma, a slight concussion, and was almost hospitalized for observation, and she felt very guilty.

Kitahara Shuji smiled dumbly: "It's okay, it's just an accident." ”

Fuyumi breathed a long sigh of relief, she had been worried that Kitahara Shuji would be angry when she woke up, and she lowered her head again and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Kitahara Shuji smiled and asked with concern, "What about Yukiri?" He was a little worried that Yukiri would be severely punished, but this incident itself could only be regarded as an accident, and there were no too serious consequences, so there was no need to beat and scold - Yukiri just wanted to throw a ball with his greatest strength, and he didn't mean to hit him at all.

Really speaking, he is a bit responsible, and he has nothing to do with his head to "catch the ball", which is really perfect with Xueli, one reaches out to hit, and the other catches his head.

Anyway, he was beaten up, and he didn't want to be hung up by this little radish head because he hurt the snow again.

Fuyumi pouted to her side, and Kitahara Shuji leaned over to take a look, and found that Yuri was lying on the floor sleeping, and even in her sleep, she looked aggrieved. Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but be surprised: "How can you let her sleep here?"

Dongmei frowned and looked at her sister who was always in trouble, and said angrily: "She also has to stay here, but she fell asleep after twelve o'clock...... Do you want to call her up and make amends for you?"

Kitahara Shuji shook his head and smiled: "No need, let her sleep! Cover her with something, now the temperature difference between day and night is big, be careful not to let her catch a cold." ”

"I haven't seen her sick since I was a child, and it's the same whether she covers it or not. Fuyumi muttered this, but she still pulled a thin quilt over her hand and put it on her body.

Yukiri moved slightly, reached out and scratched her face, muttered a few slurred words and fell asleep again.

She also had a childish and guilty expression when she fell asleep, looking aggrieved and pitiful, Fuyumi and Kitahara Shuji looked at each other condescendingly for a while, their faces involuntarily softened, Qi Qi sighed, and then couldn't help but glance at each other.

Both of them were slightly embarrassed, and at this time, in the dead of night, there was silence, and the atmosphere slowly became a little awkward. Kitahara Shuji leaned back to the head of the bed, and Fuyumi sat there for a long time before muttering in a low voice, "This guy has been in trouble all day, and I don't know when he will grow up...... By the way, are you hungry, I asked Haruna to cook porridge for you, do you want to eat some?"

"I'm sorry for you. "Kitahara Shuji was really hungry, and Fuyumi answered and went downstairs.

Kitahara Shuji leaned on the head of the bed for a while, and then leaned over to look at the snow on the ground, and sighed a little- The physical fitness of the original owner is very poor.,It belongs to the kind of thin teenager who can choke enough to beat girls of the same age.,But in the past six months, I've been practicing diligently.,Plus there are attribute points bonus.,Now it should be a lot stronger than its peers.,As a result, even if he reacted in time and covered his head with his arm.,Or was punched a fatal blow by a monster girl like Xueli.,The brain was violently concussed and hit the skull wall.,Triggered the human body's self-protection mechanism.,Fell into a deep coma.。

Did you sleep for fifteen or sixteen hours? If it were a duel, that would be enough time to kill yourself two hundred times in the snow, right?

He opened the attribute panel, looked at his strength value, which was quite pitiful compared to the charismatic intelligence, and looked at the list of skills, and felt that he should raise the priority of brushing hand-to-hand combat skills - at present, his vitality value is mainly used to brush [medical skills] skills, and he has brushed to LV9, not far from promotion, and freehand skills such as [Aikido] are basically still dangling around LV6 and LV7, mainly because there is no vitality value and the skills are not given experience, and the vitality value is so much in a day, which is a bit of a death.

[Guliu Swordsmanship] is already level 12, at that time, if Xueli had a weapon in his hand to activate the [pre-reading] skill when he punched, there should be no such tragedy, but it is usually impossible to hold a weapon at any time, and in the future, as Xueli gets older and older, her strength will also increase, and she may not reach the peak of her life until she is about 20 years old, even if she has a shackle set by Fukuzawa Naotaka for her, it is becoming more and more unsafe, brush up her freehand skills, and usually take care of Xueli to don't let her have this kind of accident again.

Fortunately, it was himself who hit him this time, and if it was someone else, he would have died on the spot.

Kitahara Shuji was thinking nonsense, and Fuyumi came up with porridge and side dishes, put the tray on his lap with him, and said softly: "It's white rice porridge and lemon shrimp, and Haruna said that it was light and more appetizing." ”

"Thank you. Kitahara Shuji just responded with a smile, sat up in the snow on the ground in a daze, and asked vaguely, "It's so fragrant, is it time to eat?"

Dongmei frowned, but sighed and gently stroked her head, and said softly: "You are dreaming, it's still early before eating, go to sleep!"

"Oh, that's calling me, Mom. He lay down again in a daze in the snow, and still pouted, as if he had eaten in a dream.

Dongmei bent down and tucked the quilt for her, stood up and said helplessly: "She is dizzy from sleep." ”

Kitahara Shuji nodded silently, this even called out "Mom", I'm afraid I won't sleep back to ten years old.

The porridge seemed to have been heated in the microwave, and it was slightly hot, Kitahara Shuji scooped half a spoonful and blew it gently, while Fuyumi looked at him next to him and his hands trembled a little, hesitated and said softly: "I'll feed you!"

Kitahara Shuji shook his head and said, "No, I can do it myself." ”

"I don't think you can hold ...... steadily"

"It's okay, I'm fine. ”

"You bring it to me!" Dongmei reached out and snatched the bowl and spoon, and said a little unhappily: "What is strong, I didn't wash the quilt if it was soiled." ”

Kitahara Shuji was speechless, did you treat the injury so roughly?

Fuyumi sat at the head of the bed, took a spoon and scooped a piece of shrimp again, and then served it with half a spoonful of porridge, and gently blew it and sent it to Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and said unhappily: "Eat honestly!"

And Kitahara Shuji hurriedly took the spoon in his mouth, for fear that this dead radish head would be inserted into his throat - you have to guard against it, this dead radish head doesn't look like a patient person.

But to his surprise, Dongmei was quite careful, he didn't even touch his teeth, and poured the porridge with the right temperature into his mouth with a of his wrist, and carefully dipped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked carefully: "Is it hot?"

"Just right. Kitahara Shuji swallowed and quickly answered, but did not answer the question about the taste. The porridge itself has no taste, at most there is some rice aroma, and it should be slightly sour with lemon shrimp, but there is inexplicably more milk aroma in the porridge, which should be the taste of the small radish head...... The milky little radish head is a bit magical.

He felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Dongmei would misunderstand that he disliked her for blowing on the porridge - what should I do if the dead radish head buckled the porridge bowl to his head?

Dongmei didn't expect Kitahara Shuji to slander her in the stomach, so she patiently scooped another spoonful and blew it gently, for fear of burning him, and after eating for a while, Kitahara Shuji felt very comfortable - he was rarely served like this, at most he had a childhood, but he couldn't remember it - couldn't help but smile and said: "I didn't expect you to be very good at taking care of people!"

Fuyumi snorted and replied in a low voice, "Of course it will, Akitaro was raised by me." ”

Kitahara Shuji suddenly realized, yes, usually it's either Fuyumi taking care of her younger brother, or Haruna - he feels stupid, maybe he was punched by the snow and lost his 50 IQ.

Dongmei sent another spoonful into his mouth, adding: "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 the case......" paused, he looked at Fuyumi, who was not the same as usual, and couldn't help but say: "Sometimes you're pretty good." ”

Fuyumi snorted again, but continued to feed patiently in her hands, and said unhappily: "I know what you're thinking, anyway, I'm not likable." ”

"I reminded you before, don't be so angry, if you have something to say, don't be fierce, it'll be fine!" Kitahara Shuji said while swallowing porridge, but seeing that Dongmei's little face began to darken a little, he hurriedly added: "You are still a good person, but you are a little cautious, just change it." ”

He had lightened Dongmei more than once, but the dead turnip head lost his temper every time and yelled at him.

Fuyumi glanced at him, probably because his sister beat him to the bed, but this time he wasn't as angry as usual, but just whispered: "You don't understand at all, people will be bullied if they are weak, and they have to be tough! Everyone knows that I am a cautious bad person, as long as my younger brothers and sisters are bullied, I will definitely take revenge, no one dares at all!"

She wiped Kitahara Shuji's mouth, leaned over and tidied up the quilt for him, her black hair wiped Kitahara Shuji's face, and continued casually: "As for myself, I don't want to be bullied, whoever provokes me will take revenge on him, I'd rather be an unreasonable bad guy and be hated than be liked as a weak and kind good person!"

Kitahara Shuji sniffed the aroma of fruit milk on Fuyumi's body with the tip of his nose, and felt that it made sense - in these damn years, reasoning is sometimes considered weak and bullied, but it is the little radish head, except for a very few people, who basically don't dare to provoke her in person.

Fuyumi scraped the bottom of the bowl clean and filled Kitahara Shuji's mouth, and asked, "Do you still want to eat?" ”

"No, let's eat together tomorrow morning!"

Dongmei thought about it, put the bowl aside, helped him lie down again, and said, "Okay, the doctor said that your condition should be fine, but just in case, it's better to rest and recuperate, you can sleep for a while!"

"Okay!" Kitahara Shuji really felt fluttering and lay down obediently, but seeing Fuyumi sitting there again, he couldn't help but say, "I'm really fine, you better take Xueli back to the room to rest!"

Fuyumi shook her head: "No, I have to watch you here, in case something happens, it will be troublesome." ”

Kitahara Shuji was helpless for a while, and could only close his eyes to recuperate, and sighed a little in his heart - he was beaten in the snow, and the result was that Fuyumi apologized and accompanied him here and fed him.

Maybe it was like this before, there was an accident in the snow, and Dongmei went to carry the black pot, feeling that this little radish head was living for her younger brothers and sisters......

He couldn't sleep for a while thinking about his thoughts, and when he opened his eyes after a while, he found that Dongmei was dozing off on the head of the bed with her cheeks on her back, and couldn't help but look at her gently for a while, but sleepiness hit her, and she slowly fell asleep......