Hearing Saten's praise, Inoue Yinghua had a feeling that his hometown was recognized, and said to Saten's tears with a happy smile:

"Hey, hey! Is it? The song is called "Dream Wedding", and there is a little story in it. It is said that if a person dies at the happiest time, then, his soul will become a shooting star.

And the hero of the story died when he was at his happiest. That day happened to be the marriage of his favorite princess, and he was originally sad to protect the princess who was assassinated at a critical moment. Looking at the princess in her wedding dress, he felt as if he was dreaming and dying in happiness. At this time, a meteor happened to pass through the sky......"

This is a sad story, and the piano music derived from this story is also a sad song.

So, the song was named "Dream Wedding". Hawkers、I also heard parents mention it when I was a child.,Who knows if it's true? Since Tears likes it, then I'll record it with my phone and send it to you. There are also some things that I think are good, and I will record them for you as well. ”

"Hee-hee, yes! Yinghua is the best! ”

Zuo Tian bared his teeth with tears and showed a big smile, and then turned back to the kitchen.

"Hoo ......"

Mikoto Misaka breathed a sigh of relief silently, she was glad that no one had noticed her abnormality just now.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, he hugged the little gray ash again, and said to Inoue Yinghua with a reluctant look:

"By the way, you still don't want to sleep on the couch at night, right? Sleeping on the couch when you're sick makes it feel like we're bullying you. ”

“……”

Inoue Yinghua endured it and didn't speak, and spit out the words that he wanted to complain in his heart: Are you bullying me less?

After that, he said helplessly:

"But I don't have a place to sleep! Or would Mai Trin want to sleep with me? ”

I don't know if Inoue Yinghua is dead and does not change his resistance to pressure, or deliberately stimulates Mikoto Misaka to use his ability to elect him, so that he can enjoy the beauty's kiss as a matter of course, anyway, his mouth is underpumped today.

Really......

Bang!

Mikoto Misaka, who couldn't bear it anymore and didn't want to use her ability, directly picked up the remote control on the table and smashed it towards Inoue Yinghua.

The remote control flashed blue electricity, and was magnetically manipulated by Mikoto Misaka, and at a very fast speed, it accurately smashed into the back of the head of Inoue Yinghua, who pressed his hands on the keys and had no time to use the magnetic gloves.

"Wow!" Inoue Yinghua was suddenly hit and exhaled in pain.

"Well deserved! I think you guys just don't pump! Sure enough, Mikoto-sama should loosen your skin and bones for you! Anyway, as long as you don't use electricity, right? Hum! ”

"Huh? Don't, don't! I'm a patient, you're so cruel! Wasn't I worried about where you and Tears would go to sleep? You can't let you girls sleep on the couch, can you? ”

"Oh! Xiao Inoue,You don't have to worry about this.,I'm leaving the school city right now.。 My dad suddenly told me that I would be running errands in Tokyo at night, so I'm going to look for him! ”

Mirei Misaka, who had been staying in the room and didn't know what she was doing, suddenly opened the door and said to the two people in the living room.

"Huh? Daddy is coming here? It's rare to come and don't you know to come and see your daughter? ”

Mikoto Misaka suddenly heard the news, and after being a little surprised, she complained dissatisfied.

"Well~ I'll help Mikoto teach him a lesson! Don't be angry. Okay, I've packed my things, now I'm going to get in the car. See you next time, Mikoto-chan, Inoue Kono! ”

Mirei Misaka dragged her suitcase out of the room and said goodbye to Mikoto Misaka and Eika Inoue.

After putting the suitcase at the door, he turned and walked to the kitchen.

"I'm bothering you all this time, Zuotian-chan, early spring sauce! You are welcome to visit my house when you have time! ”

"Huh? Ms. Meiling, is this leaving? ”

"It's so sudden......"

Seeing that Mirei Misaka was leaving, Hatsuharu and Saten Tears put down the things in their hands in surprise and walked out of the kitchen one after another.

Misaka said goodbye to everyone one by one, and with Mikoto Misaka seeing her off, she rushed to the station to Tokyo.

After that, things were simple, when Mikoto Misaka went to send Mirei Misaka, Inoue Yinghua recorded a few piano songs that he thought were good and passed them on to Saten Tears.

When Mikoto Misaka returns, it will be a rare simple and calm dinner.

Shirai Kuroko still hasn't returned, so Inoue Hideka is finally able to go back to his bed for a wonderful night.

Saten Tears also took Mikoto Misaka back to her own big bed.

Helplessly, because Little Ash refused to sleep with Inoue Yinghua, Zuotian Tears didn't want to move the cat toilet to his own room, and finally caused the result that the rooms on both sides could not be closed, so that Little Ash could go to the toilet when he wanted to go to the toilet.

Before going to bed, Inoue Hideka once again pulled out an Indian poker and put it on his head, ignoring the cat toilet in a corner of the room that made him feel a lot of resentment, and gradually fell asleep.

Nothing was said all night.

The second day, September 24.

The seventh school district, a university hospital.

Yesterday, due to a high fever, Inoue Yinghua was unable to come to the experiment, and then he called the Soul Chaser of the Underworld to apologize.

However, of course, the Soul Chaser of the Underworld will not care about this.

If he could, he hoped that Inoue would not conduct any more experiments in the future.

After all, in terms of his medical ethics, curing diseases and saving talents is what he wants to do most, and risking brain damage like this to conduct experiments that may not necessarily lead to results is not in line with his medical style.

At this time, after today's experiment, the Soul Chaser of the Underworld did not start analyzing the data in a hurry, but looked at the panting young man on the test bench and said:

"It's been a while since the experiment, boy, I want to make sure if there is anything unusual in your body?"

"Ha~~what~~what~~ anomalous?"

No matter how many times he experienced it, the blow after the pain was amplified several times could not make Inoue Yinghua get used to it.

"Have you ever had a situation like dizziness, headache, or forgetfulness recently?"

"Whew~~ It doesn't seem to be, there is no ......"

Suddenly, Inoue Yinghua's mind flashed the headache that he had when he and Kamijo were numb together the day before yesterday.

Could it be that the headache was caused by experiments?

It's just that......

If this situation is told to the Soul Chaser in the Underworld, the experiment probably won't go smoothly, right?

If you can't conduct experiments, then when the brain repair of hemp can only rely on the ethereal demon god?

That bee-eater......

Drawing through the forced smile of the girl when she said her name again and again in front of the young man, Inoue Yinghua forced himself to return to his normal expression, and he was smooth, and said to the soul chaser of the underworld:

"Except for the dizziness caused by the high fever yesterday, there was nothing unusual at any other time. Please rest assured that if something is wrong, I will definitely tell the doctor. ”

"Yes, that's good."

After saying this, the Soul Chaser of the Underworld stopped caring about Inoue Yinghua and began to concentrate on analyzing the data obtained today.

After lying quietly on the test bench for about ten minutes, and after his body was almost recovered, Inoue Hideka walked out of the laboratory of chasing souls in the underworld and came to the inpatient department in the front yard, intending to go to see Misaka Hakukoto and Shirai Kuroko.

Because his body was still a little weak, Inoue Yinghua didn't walk fast.

Slowly pacing down the corridor, walking towards the ward where the two of them were—unusually abruptly, after a day, Inoue Yinghua felt a whirlwind again, and a sharp pain in his brain about to explode.

"Tsk!"

Holding his head in severe pain, Inoue Yinghua smacked his tongue irritably, his body swayed, like duckweed in the water, and the soles of his feet were weak.

He couldn't feel it himself, but outsiders looked at it, and his body was drawing circles in place at this time, swinging back and forth, and he saw that his head was about to hit the wall of the corridor.

"Hey! Are you okay? ”

As the voice sounded, Inoue Yinghua felt that his body was being held up.

His head was still dizzy, his eyes were blurry, he couldn't see clearly, and he could barely make out a thin figure dressed in black.