The girl next door turns into a cat

Chapter 42 Suzuki Mamoru Was Pushed Down
Then what to do next?

Sitting on the sofa, Mamoru Suzuki and Shio Asagiri beside him looked at each other, and Mamoru Suzuki fell into thought.

Of course, the two are no strangers to each other. When they were in Tokyo, Asagiri often came to the hospital. Sometimes Yuko was too busy, so it was Asagiri who came to help.Therefore, the silence between the two of them at this time was not an unfamiliar embarrassment, it was just that they didn't know what to do for the time being.

"Suzuki-kun." Fortunately, Asagiri spoke first.

"Ah, yes, what's the matter?" Suzuki Mamoru came back to his senses.

"I want to go to Suzuki-kun's room, can I?"

The look in the girl's eyes and the anticipation in the eyes made Suzuki Mamoru hesitate, "...this."

"is it not OK?"

"It's not impossible. All right." Suzuki Mamoru agreed.There is nothing he can't see in his room, and the observation notebook is also locked in the drawer.

"Then let's go upstairs." Suzuki Mori stood up.

"Yeah." Chao Wuxi also stood up from the sofa and straightened the hem of her skirt.

When I came to the second floor and pushed open the half-closed bedroom door, everything in front of me had not yet fallen into the night, the sky outside the window was still in the color of dusk, and the remaining light passed through the leaves of the trees in the courtyard of Yucheng family, and sprinkled into the sky. Room.

Suzuki Mori walked in and turned on the light.

"Okay, please come in."

"Okay." Chao Wuxi walked in with his head poked, looking around curiously.

Under the bright light, what appeared before him was a room that gave people a clean feeling—just like the feeling of the boy next to him.

Except that the quilt on the bed was not stacked and was a little messy, everything else was simple and clean.

And there aren't many clutter.

There is a shelf of books by the wall, and the spines of each book on it are neatly arranged together; there is a desk by the window, a pen on the table, and several stacked books, one of which is Natsume Soseki's "I It's a cat".

"It's very clean."

Asagiri stopped looking at him, and looked at Suzuki Mamoru beside him.

"Thank you."

Suzuki Mamoru replied casually, walked to the bed, stretched out his hand and adjusted the quilt on the bed a little, revealing the empty seat.

"If you don't mind, sit down."

"What if you dislike it?" Chao Wuxi walked over.

"There's nothing you can do to dislike it." Suzuki Mori sat down first.

"What an irresponsible statement."

Even so, Asagiri pressed down on the hem of her skirt and sat next to Suzuki Mamoru.

"Because it's impossible to dislike it." Suzuki Mamoru said casually, "What do you do next?"

Being alone in the room and sitting on the edge of the bed together is indeed a very intimate gesture, but when I was in the ward, sometimes when I woke up in the afternoon, I could see Zhao Wuxi by the bed propping her cheek when I opened my eyes.

It's impossible to dislike it. Asagiri, who was sitting by the bed, swayed slightly with her calf in white socks.

Her eyes were slightly bent, looking at Suzuki Mamoru who was leaning on his back with his hands on his side.

"I haven't seen you for so long, is there anything Suzuki-kun wants to tell me?"

Suzuki Mamoru's posture is very relaxed, and of course it's because he's really tired, practicing kendo and washing dishes when he comes back.

He looked at Zhao Wuxi's cheek, thought for a while, and pondered, "Well, what should I say. Thank you?"

Blinking at Wuxi, "Thank you all of a sudden for what?"

"I remember what happened in the ward."

"That's it."

"Ah."

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Silently staring at each other, Chao Wuxi suddenly turned away and looked ahead.

"I seem to have another note in Suzuki-kun's place."

"Notes?"

"Well, Suzuki-kun won't lose it, will he?"

"This. Probably not." Suzuki Mori sat up straight, "I remember it seemed to be put away by me."

"That"

"I am searching."

Suzuki Mamoru got up from the bed, passed by Asagiri Shio, and walked to the bookshelf beside him.

"It seemed that I still saw it when I tidied up the room before."

Suzuki Mamoru looked for the area on the bookshelf where notebooks were specially placed.

When he just moved here and took things out of the cardboard box, the notebook should have been stored together with his diary.

——Suzuki Mamoru has the habit of keeping a diary, but usually he only writes when he is bored on the hospital bed.It's just a pity that he has many opportunities to write diaries every year.

So he has another habit of changing a diary every new year.

From the habit I started at the age of 8 to now at the age of 17, I have accumulated a total of 12 diaries over the years - because I used a total of 3 diaries last year.

Mamoru Suzuki took all the books off the bookshelf at once, and after a little inventory, there were 13 books.

Sure enough, there is an extra book,
"found it."

Mamoru Suzuki pulled out one of them, and put the other 1 back.

"Give."

He came to the bedside, handed the notebook to Chao Wuxi, and Chao Wuxi took it.The book is in good condition with no creases.

"It looks like Suzuki-kun has kept it well."

"Of course." Suzuki Mamoru sat down again.

"Whoa."

There was the sound of pages turning in the quiet room.The girl held the notebook, flipping through the pages one by one full of nostalgia.

Suzuki watched her, and felt tired after a while, so he just lay down on the bed.

The only sound left in my ears was the gentle flipping of pages.

When the sound stopped, Chao Wuxi gently closed the book.

"Finished the inspection?" Suzuki Mori, who had been looking at the ceiling, raised his head slightly, looking at the back that Chaogiri had left behind him.

"Yeah." The girl nodded, and the long hair behind her also shook, "That's great."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Suzuki Mamoru asked with the girl's emotional voice.

"I said, that's great."

Chao Wuxi repeated it, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the puzzled eyes of the young man lying on the bed behind her.

And there was a twinkle in her eye.

Suzuki Mamoru blinked.

"I can still see this notebook and Suzuki-kun, so that's great." The girl smiled at him.

However, if Suzuki Mamoru saw the crystal light shining under the light, it was clearly reflected from tears.

Suzuki Mamoru felt that he didn't know what to do, "That."

He propped himself up and sat up.

"It's okay." Chao Wuxi continued to smile at him, "I'm just happy."

She wiped her tears, temporarily put the notebook in her hand aside, and then said:
"At the beginning, I just learned that Suzuki-kun was discharged from the hospital safely, and I was still immersed in a happy mood. Then, I turned around and got the news that I was going to transfer. I thought I would never see him again."

"Sorry." Suzuki Mamoru didn't know what to say to the teary girl.

"There's no need to apologize. But... I'm really glad to see Suzuki-kun again."

"This." Suzuki Mamoru was about to say something, but in the end, Asagiri, who was always looking at him, suddenly stretched out his hands and pressed them on his shoulders.

"So Suzuki-kun." Asagiri looked directly at him.

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Following the girl's action, the atmosphere in the bedroom with only two people suddenly became strange.

Suzuki Mori looked at the hand on his shoulder, and then at the face of the girl approaching him in front of him.

".That Asagiri?"

Suzuki Mamoru blinked quickly, feeling uncomfortable.

"Suzuki-kun, my Suzuki-kun, do you know how much I miss you?"

Chao Wuxi said softly, her face seemed to be a little crimson in an instant, her eyes became more and more hot, and the strong emotion seemed to overflow just like the tears just now.

And Suzuki Mamoru felt that the strength on his shoulders was increasing.

The not-so-good premonition is gradually becoming a reality.

"Well, Asagiri, calm down, calm down." There was a bed behind him, and Suzuki Mamoru panicked in the face of this sudden situation.

However, such reassurance was useless, the girl was getting closer and closer to him.Delicate cheeks, crimson as dazzling as the sunset, moving.

Suzuki Mamoru wanted to break free, but sadly, he found he couldn't.

"At least close the door"

This was Suzuki Mori's final, mournful struggle before he fell.

He was pinned down on the bed by the girl.

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(End of this chapter)