"Didn't you come?"

Wakaba looked at the empty seat next to him with some surprise, because he chatted with Estes, Poison Island Tsuneko, and the three girls for a while at home, and on the way, he was thinking about how to talk to Fuyuma and Sasa.

As a result, a lot of time was delayed.,When I entered the classroom, I almost stepped on the preparatory bell to enter.,The usual winter horse and yarn are the same.,But winter horse and yarn didn't appear.。

The teacher will not come until the official class bell rings, and the students in the classroom do not care about the preparation bell.

Iizuka Takeya didn't care either, and after seeing Wakaba enter the door, he was also a little surprised when he heard this:

"Hey? I thought you were in a relationship. ”

Ruoye only felt that he didn't seem to understand, tilted his head slightly, and said suspiciously:

"What relationship is established?"

"Pretend to be confused, that's it~"

Iizuka Takeshi also squeezed his eyebrows at Wakaba, and his handsome face was indescribably obscene at this time, and he stretched out his little thumb and gestured.

The little thumb is a metaphor for lovers, and it's a further couple, Wakaba still understands.

Wakaba couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, if it was true, he wouldn't have to sigh this morning.

Wakaba didn't talk to Takeya Iizuka, and looked at Haruki Kitahara and said:

"She's on leave?"

Haruki Kitahara is a former class leader.,It's very popular in the class.,And he's nosy... Although it doesn't seem like a compliment to say this, Haruki Kitahara is such a person, and to put it nicely, it is 'warm-hearted', so it's no problem to ask Haruki Kitahara about big and small things in the class.

Ruoye asked the right person.

Haruki Kitahara really knows.

"No, it may be that there is an urgent matter at home, so I didn't have time to inform me. ”

Kitahara Haruki can only think better.,After all, it's only three days away from the school festival.,Now this season is another cold.、Fever.、Flu is a period when there are no minor illnesses.,If it's a slight cold or something, it's good to say...

In case Fuyuma and Yarn have a serious cold, and they can't perform on stage at the school festival, the plan of the light sound club will be ruined, and the hard work of this time will be in vain.

It's scary to think about, isn't it?

Wakaba almost thought of going with Kitahara Haruki, but for him, a mere illness is nothing, to put it mildly, even if a person dies, he can ask Haruhi Suzumiya to manipulate time to turn back and save people, anyway, this is a low-level ownerless world, and it is not difficult to control.

Wakaba bowed slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he said softly:

"I'll drop by before I go home. ”

Haruki Kitahara heard this:

"Then please. ”

···

There are still three days left before the school festival.,Two days to be exact.,Actually, there's only one day left.。

Because the school festival is held over two days, there will be no outside visitors to the classes inside the academy on the first day. The next day, the performance between clubs and the beauty pageant were also held on the same day, and not only the teachers and students of the school, but also the parents of the students and the seniors of Minejo University came to watch.

Therefore, in order to control possible errors and adjust the state of the performers, a rehearsal drill in advance is inevitable, so there are not many classes today, only two classes.

After two lessons...

"Kitahara, I'll leave the exercise to you, and I'll be back as soon as possible with Dongma. ”

"Rest assured. ”

Haruki Kitahara nodded, not forgetting to remind:

"Be careful on your way. ”

"Hmm. ”

Wakaba made a nasal sound.,Hurried away.,I didn't care about participating in the drills of the school festival.,There's no light sound performance without the participation of winter horses and yarn.,There's no point.。

···

Ding Dong···

Ding Dong···

Ding Dong···

No one?

Wakaba rang the doorbell three times in a row and didn't get a response, feeling a little strange in his heart, and his mental power was swept away, and as a result, he 'saw' Fuyuma and Sasa lying in the basement, and the coffee cup also fell to the ground, and the brown coffee spilled on the ground.

Ruoye's face changed slightly, and he couldn't have many scruples at the moment, so he opened the door directly, went straight to the basement, squatted down to help Dongma and Sa, only to see that Dongma Hesha's eyes were closed, his cheeks were crimson, and his breath was hot.

Without a thermometer to detect, Wakaba can be sure that Fuyuma and Sa's body temperature is slightly higher by forty degrees now, and the state is very bad, although it is only a fever, but for ordinary people Fuyuma and Sasa, their own temperature is more than forty degrees enough to kill.

Wakaba was relieved, just a cold, although it was a severe cold, it was not difficult for him, refining chakra condensed in his hands, and two green light clusters appeared on his hands, sticking to the lower abdomen of Dongma and Sa.

After a few breaths, the body temperature of Fuyuma and Saya returned to normal, his face improved, and his breathing was normal, but he still didn't wake up, he slept very deeply, and he was seriously ill, even if the medical ninjutsu was magical, he couldn't make up for the energy consumption and tiredness in his body.

Wakaba picked up the crook of Fuyuma and Sa's legs, and was about to send her to the upstairs room to rest, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the music notes scattered on the ground, and the other country cared about Fuyuma and Sasa's situation before, but did not pay attention to the surrounding situation.

As soon as his mind moved, his anger rushed out, and those messy scores were automatically windless, neatly stacked on top of each other, floating behind Wakaba, moving with Wakaba's footsteps.

Wakaba put the winter horse and yarn on the bed, covered the quilt, and then took the music sheet music to the kitchen, for people who have just recovered from a serious illness, food supplement is the best, most beneficial and most suitable nutritional supplement.

Cooking is one of the few skills that Wakaba has mastered that he is not proficient in, after all, the craftsmanship of Poison Island Tsumiko is too good... However, over the years, watching Poison Island Tsunako cook, he has made great progress every day.

And people who have just recovered from a serious illness should eat lightly, and it is enough to cook a bowl of white porridge with lean meat, eggs, and shiitake mushrooms to supplement nutrition, and then make a little soft rice to satisfy the stomach.

While cooking porridge, Wakaba took the time to flip through the score, he was not good at sight-singing, it didn't mean that he couldn't, reading the score, mimicking the tune in his heart, adjusting the order of the score according to the rhythm and melody changes, and soon restored the piece.

"Wasa..."

Wakaba muttered softly and put down the score with a smile.

As the saying goes, 'the text carries the way', in fact, music can do the same, but some people don't know music theory and can only listen to the excitement, while people who are familiar with music theory can read the creator's voice from it.

Born from the heart, the same is true of music, an original song, which exhausts the girl's mind.

Wakaba read it, and all the worries in the morning were gone, so he was in a good mood, but at this moment, he heard the exclamation of Fuyuma and Saya from upstairs.

Wakaba hurriedly ran upstairs, pushed open the door and walked in, and saw that Fuyuma and Sasa had already sat up, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and immediately said with concern:

"What's wrong? Do you have a nightmare?"

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