Yu Xia and Shui Yin crowded into the bustling crowd, waiting for the release of the results with antidiscipration. With a prompt tone, the electronic screen refreshed the scores that had just been arranged. The first place is the five glasses of class C (2)? Shuiyin, and Yuxia ranked fifth, a difference of ten points. "Yo, looks like I won the bet." Yu Xia turned her head and smiled at Shui Yin. "You must have released the water, right?" The sound of water gave him a blank look. "Don't admit it before you make a bet on the exam, president." Yu Xia hit the nail on the head, and Shui Yin had no choice but to nod and agree, "Say, what day do you want?" Yu Xia hesitated, lowered his voice and said, "On the eighteenth of this month, there will be more time on the weekend." Shui Yin was suddenly shocked after hearing this, but he had to suppress the panic in his heart. Well...... I got ......."

Cheng looked restless all day, he had insomnia last night, and the memories were like a gate that couldn't be pulled, one by one around his mind, lingering. He became more and more convinced that Nishimori was the playmate he had been playing with for two years. The more convinced he became, the more he dared not speak, he could not face her, he could not say another word to her.

Life is a circle, and when you run away from something, you are actually actively approaching it. Just as he was at break in the morning, he was going down the stairs as usual, and just around the corner, he bumped into a man who was a head shorter than him.

"I'm sorry." Cheng hadn't reacted to who the other party was, so he spoke first out of habit.

"I'm sorry." A voice that can sprout people's hearts immediately settles the soul as if they were electrocuted.

Cheng looked at it, a baby face, a pair of big gray cute eyes, and golden hair...... Nari stared at her intently, and Nishimori was frightened by his unusual behavior. The two looked at each other like this for a full ten seconds, and Xi Shou couldn't help it, and said, "You ......" Cheng hurriedly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was too abrupt, he smiled awkwardly, apologized and left in a hurry. "It's dangerous, if this is recognized......" Cheng whispered to himself.

Morning passed, noon passed, and he couldn't tell him about the acquisition of the company until the end of school.

The cost is to wait for her at the school gate after school and make it clear to her. But from the time Nishimori came into his sight, until Nishimori walked away, he couldn't call out her name. Cheng gritted his teeth, and encouraged himself in his heart for two sentences, and the ghost made the god follow behind Xishou, stopping and going.

Unaware that a "stalker" was slowly approaching her, Nishimori made her way through a few alleys towards the least secure area of Hailing Town. It is said that it is law and order, but in fact there is no such thing as "police". In this anarchic land, the power of the consortium is synonymous with "justice". The wealthy businessmen of the consortium controlled different areas with useful value, and piggybacking played the role of "law and order". But this kind of "each sweeps the snow in front of the door" has made those areas of no use become chaotic. Cheng actually expected that she would come here, where could a bankrupt chairman live? Just as Cheng tiptoed after her, a cheerful tune suddenly sounded, breaking the silence here.

Cheng took out his phone from his coat pocket and hid behind the wall, it was his mother calling. Cheng sighed and pressed the answer button. "I'm talking to her, I'll call later!" Cheng hung up the phone because he realized that he had lost it. Run in small steps to the fork in the road, which is in disrepair, and the road is like a maze, narrow and winding. Cheng quickly searched for each fork, and just as he came to a certain fork, he heard a voice.

"Hand over the money." Cheng could hear it clearly, and the sound was coming from the other side of the wall. He walked around the corner and peeked in, and inside was a dead end, with several trash cans full of trash against the wall. However, the scene that followed made him understand what it means to say that "history is always strikingly similar".

Nishimori was cornered by a middle-aged man armed with a dagger, and next to two accomplices armed with wooden sticks. Cheng couldn't believe everything in front of him, it was all too similar, just like God's arrangement.

Cheng looked much better than just now, but when the real crisis came, he seemed very calm. It's a man, a man, after all.

"Hey, you guys." Cheng threw down his schoolbag and approached them step by step. The one holding the dagger was supposed to be the boss, who turned his head to glare at the high school student who didn't seem to be good at fighting. "Yo, there's another little furry boy." The robber's voice was low, and the two next to him also looked at Cheng and smiled contemptuously. Cheng had encountered a similar situation before, but it was all one-on-one. Cheng walked up to Nishimori quietly, and the three robbers didn't stop him, probably because they thought that these two people would never be able to escape from here anyway. But it was crucial for Cheng to do this, he knew that even if he tried his best, he would never let her get hurt a little, which was agreed a long time ago.

"Do you want money, I have it, let her go." Cheng turned her back to Saimori, and she couldn't bear to see her helpless eyes. The leading robber provoked with disdain: "Money? I want the woman behind you, how much do you think she's worth? ”

Before the words fell, a loud bang was heard, and the leading robber raised his head and flew backwards. The two next to him were obviously frightened, and just as they were about to intervene, they ended up with the same fate as the one in front. These three punches are done in one go, and you can't use them without practicing for two or three years.

Cost wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape with Nishimori, but the leader suddenly stood up and rushed over with a slightly rusty dagger in his hand. Cheng counterattacked while covering Nishimori with his body, but there were many people, and every time he resisted the attack of the leader, he would be hit hard. It's not a long-term solution, I thought. He didn't want to be ruthless, but seeing their unrelenting posture, Cheng was also angry. While the leader was gathering strength, he threw two punches in the face of the two accomplices, and the two fainted on the spot. Before Cheng Cheng could return to Nishimori's side, the leader's dagger clung to Nishimori like an impermanent iron claw.

"Huh." It's the sound of tearing.

Drops of blood fell to the ground like crystalline pebbles. Cheng's left arm was once again engraved with the mark of "hero".

The pain in the heart almost paralyzed the confused Cheng, Cheng gritted his teeth, stepped forward and pinched the hand of the leader who had not yet recovered his senses, reversed it one hundred and eighty degrees and stabbed it directly into the man's abdomen.

The leader screamed, covered his bleeding abdomen with both hands and staggered away, and the two people next to him were so frightened that they even weakened their legs and almost crawled away.

Seeing that they had fled away, he closed his eyes in peace of mind. He forgot which direction he fell, and he only felt a weak body catch him steadily.

When Cheng woke up, it was already supper, he saw the dazzling incandescent lamp, felt the pain from all over his body, he subconsciously moved his left arm, but he felt that his wrist was pulled by something. He turned his face sideways and found the answer, and Nishimori grabbed his hand and sat wearily asleep. Cheng looked at the newly added gauze-wrapped scar, and suddenly felt that it didn't hurt so much. He looked at Nishimori's quiet and lovely sleeping face, and a thousand words hung on his lips.

Finally, I've seen you.

Nishimori may have noticed an abnormality, rubbed his eyes and returned to reality from his sleep. "Are you awake?" Nishimori leaned in and said, "Thank you...... Nishimori was still holding his hand tightly. Nishimori's gaze rested on the piece of gauze, and his red and swollen eyes moistened again.

The two scars were so close, like the distance from his heart to hers.

"Now, Saimori." The two looked at each other like this, as if there were only the same faces in their field of vision. "Want to hear a story?"