The breeze gently blows over the school city, bringing a comfortable coolness and the sun is just right.

On a bridge somewhere in the Seventh School District, Mikoto was quietly leaning on the railing of the bridge. The breeze blew past her soft tea hair, bringing a hint of brightness to the girl's beautiful face.

But there was no slight fluctuation on the girl's face.

At this moment, Mikoto couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. The unwillingness and resistance seemed to disappear overnight, and all that was left was a sad calm.

Is the entire school city my enemy? Mikoto suddenly had such an idea.

It's almost done. A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of Mikoto's mouth, then she raised her head gently and looked directly at the dazzling sunlight. She stopped until the tears were pricked by the sun.

I...Is this considered crying again? I felt the slight wetness in the corners of my eyes, and Mikoto smiled herself, just like when she was a child.

At that time... although I had no strength, as long as I cried, my parents would come to help me solve my difficulties, right?

What about now?

It’s not that Mikoto didn’t think about asking for help from others, but this kind of thought just flashed in her mind and stopped mentioning it.

Including the strongest boy in her mind.

Mikoto sighed gently when she opened the front cover of her phone and looked at the photos of the five people on the screen.

"I hope in the future...you don't take an alternative look because you are my friends." Mikoto murmured, and finally stopped her eyes on the face of the only boy among the five.

If I remember correctly... this photo was taken on this guy's birthday last time? Mikoto thought so.

In the photo, the slightly helpless boy was forced to pull his arm by a tea-haired girl, with a cream on his face that seemed to have been forcibly smeared by someone. On the other side of him was the resentful Kuroko, and Hakura and Sato were in the two corners of the photo. Looking at himself at that time, he was smiling happily.

Looking at Qinggong, who was smiling warmly with a faint helplessness in the photo, Mikoto couldn't help but chuckled gently, and then she disappeared.

It is hard to say what kind of feelings I have for the Qing Palace. Perhaps it is because he is the only one among the few men he has come into contact with whom he has never looked at himself with respect but dare not approach him. He can always get enough warmth from him, and then his face is flushed by the expression of red-sin or ridicule, but he still wants to get close to that warmth.

Perhaps it was because of what happened recently. I had very few days to see the Qing Palace, and he seemed to be very busy. Besides, Mikoto didn't want him to know about this kind of thing.

There is also the black figure that frequently appears beside her recently. Who is he? Mikoto once suspected that the Qing Palace had been. If it were Mikoto in the past, she would definitely try every means to figure out who he was, or ask the Qing Palace for confirmation, and what kind of organization the Owlet behind him was. However, Mikoto spent all her resources to search, but she still couldn't understand this mysterious dark organization. Now Mikoto has no intention of caring about him.

Looking up at the spaceship floating slowly in the sky and the weather forecast displayed on it, Mikoto couldn't help but a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

‘Tree diagram designer’.

The supercomputer that calculates the weather for one month at a time is the main tool used by major research organizations in the Academy City, and even more... the processing terminal that has been ordered to kill 20,000 "sisters".

If... Mikoto stared at the slowly floating spaceship, her thoughts flashed, then slowly closed her eyes and sighed.

Qing Palace...If possible, please ask you in the future...

At this moment, a sudden voice suddenly sounded from behind, shocking Mikoto and her eyes suddenly opened.

"Hmm? Misaka?"

He slowly turned around and Mikoto stared at the boy behind him. He was still wearing the white long windbreaker that looked quite out of place in summer. He smiled on his handsome and flawless face and quietly appeared behind him.

For some reason, when she saw this young man, Mikoto suddenly didn't know what to say, so she could only look at him quietly.

He still insisted on calling himself Misaka. He was so familiar with him. He swallowed him halfway and was so fucking him...

His face is still so beautiful, but it seems to be a little whiter than before, and he seems to be a little thinner. Is it my own illusion?

His eyes were still light golden, but they were much deeper than before.

His glasses have not been changed, but they are still the thin-edged maroon frame. Seeing this scene, Mikoto suddenly wanted to laugh. She is such a lazy guy.

"What's wrong?" Qinggong looked at Mikoto staring at her face in a daze. She couldn't help but touch her face with some curiosity, and chuckled, "What's wrong? Is there any flowers on my face?"

"No." Mikoto couldn't help laughing. Although she smiled lightly, her eyes were slightly bent. "However, I'm very tired today, so I won't fight with you."

"Why do you have to fight when you meet?" Qinggong smiled helplessly, stepped forward, leaned against the railing of the overpass, and stood naturally with Mikoto, looking side by side at the entire school city.

Feeling this familiar movement, Mikoto's nose couldn't help but feel sore.

The Qing Palace is usually rarely close to women. Even friends like Satoshi Kuroko are difficult to get too close to him. He always keeps a smile from others, except for himself.

He can lean against him without restraint, sometimes he teases him and jokes with him, but he will only look at himself quietly with this helpless but gentle smile, which also makes Kuroko very savory.

If you think about it carefully, he is really good to himself.

But it is precisely because of this that Mikoto doesn't want to bother him about this matter.

You have helped me a lot, so let me go with this matter alone.

"Nothing." Mikoto smiled faintly and gently leaned her head on Qinggong's arm, "I'm just a little tired."

My heartbeats are very strong, maybe my face is red, right?

I couldn't see this guy's expression, but I should be surprised?

However, I am really tired.

I just want to find a place to live in a reliable way.

"Now, Qinggong." Mikoto said softly, "If you can, please give me something..."

"If possible, please take care of Heizi and the others in the future?"

Unexpectedly, Qinggong did not push her away, nor did he look surprised. In a place where Mikoto could not see, the boy's eyes were gentle like a clear spring.

Fool......

Do you think, if you don’t say it, I don’t know what you are thinking?

If you don’t want to bother me, just say you won’t tell me?

Sorry, I knew it in advance.

Thinking of this, Qing Palace chuckled.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at taking care of people."

"If possible, it's better for you to take care of those idiots yourself." Qinggong smiled and said, "After all..."

It would be very troublesome to take care of you alone. Looking at the slightly puzzled gaze of the tea girl, Qinggong smiled and said nothing.

Perhaps now, I can answer the question I asked myself.

Do I have anyone I like?

Suddenly, who said that the sister's article cannot be sweet? The male protagonist finally realized his heart, and then it is time to win the heroine's favorability hhh

ps. I took the train to Tianjin at noon today, and I can’t stop it at night. Today’s update is early. Don’t say I will stop it~

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!