My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 Pushing open the door of the cafe, a copper bell on the door made a crisp sound, but Hideji Kitahara came in and took a look, and found that there was no one in the cafe—the decoration was stylish and the location was good! Is business so sluggish?

　　 He was about to ask if anyone was there, and a person in the corner of the seat looked up and put on a soft smile, and said with a chuckle: "Student Beiyuan, I am here."

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked over and found that it was Noki Suzuki, and his brows suddenly frowned.

　　 Seeing him motionless, Suzuki Noki got up and walked over, stretched out his hand and smiled and asked, "Where is the letter?"

Hideji Kitahara took the letter and took a photo with the light, and found that it was empty, but he did not throw it away, but actually handed it to Hideki Suzuki's hands, and smiled: "The letter has been delivered, it's nothing. I'll leave first, Suzuki-san."

　　 Sending the letter is false, it is true to lie to yourself, this is not right, it is better to go first, and then go back and settle the account.

Suzuki Noki didn't stop him either, just flicked the envelope and smiled: "It's great, this is finally remembering my "old friend"...Hey, Kitahara-san, I can let you come to see me for the first time. You can take the initiative to come and see me for the second and third time. We are not fools, so it is better to save each other's time?"

Hideji Kitahara stopped and turned back to look at Nozomi Suzuki. She also tilted her head and looked at Hideji Kitahara playfully. She has the unique style of a three-point girl-don't be fooled by this appearance, this is one A very powerful person in his bones. Last time, I was not happy to have a chat with her in the coffee shop. This person didn't know what he had done, and he was able to drive the teacher to trick him into the coffee shop.

　　 Kitahara Hideji smiled and said, "What's the matter with Suzuki-san looking for me?"

　　 He wanted to hear what Suzuki Noki wanted to do. There shouldn't be any big grudges before. It doesn't seem to be ambushing himself, just to talk to himself.

　　 "Please sit down first, I will get tired if I stand for a long time! It doesn't matter which position I like, this is only for the two of us today. By the way, I like to sit in the corner."

"I like to sit nearby." Hideji Kitahara didn't talk about gentlemanliness with Suzuki Nozomi. He picked up the seat at the door and sat down. Suzuki Nozomi smiled and sat down across from Kitahara Hideji very tolerantly-full of tolerance. Excellent feeling-then smiled and asked: "What to drink?"

"water!"

Suzuki Noki pressed the table bell and summoned a waiter, and then ordered: "Two glasses of water, one cup costs 37 degrees Celsius, one cup requires..." She looked at Kitahara Hideji, and Kitahara Hideji casually said, "Whatever you want. ."

　　 The waiter went to prepare immediately, and Noki Suzuki explained with a smile: "I have a bad stomach, and I can't drink things that are too cold or too hot."

　　 Kitahara Hideji doesn’t matter. Noki Suzuki just wants to drink a hundred degrees of boiling water. That’s her freedom. She just smiled and asked again, “What’s the matter with me, Suzuki classmate.”

　　 "You want Kitahara-san to work for me, can you?"

　　 "Effect? ​​What do you do?"

　　 "How about playing baseball with me?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at her in astonishment. He was a little confused about what this meant, and asked strangely, "Baseball? Are you referring to softball?"

　　 Baseball and softball come from the same source, but generally one outdoor and one indoor. The baseball field is large and the softball field is small. Boys generally play baseball, and girls generally play softball. There is indeed a women's softball team in the private Daifuku Academy.

Of course there are men’s softball games and women’s baseball games, but in terms of scale, they are not generally small—mainly because they are not easy to recruit. Generally, girls playing baseball may not be able to throw the ball from the pitcher’s hill to the hitting zone, even if the ball is thrown fast. It's also very slow. Missing is harder than hitting. The softball field is a bit small for boys.

　　 For example, the pitching distance of baseball is 18.4 meters, and that of softball is 12.2 meters, which is the difference between 60 feet and 40 feet. It's only twenty feet away, but it's totally different.

　　 This Suzuki Noki is going to play softball, right? But what does it mean to bring yourself?

　　 water came, Suzuki Noki is a strange special cup, and Kitahara Hideji is an ordinary glass. Suzuki Noki sipped a sip of water and smiled and said, "That's right, baseball. The school's baseball club is so disappointing. I am going to regroup and lack a good pitcher. What are you willing to do?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji was surprised, is this school opened by your family? You said you just regroup when you regroup? But he didn't care, and replied casually: "No, I don't have time."

　　 "What kind of ball are you good at? High and low ball? Slippery ball? Curve ball? Falling ball? Four-stitched finger ball? Two-stitched fastball?"

　　 "I don't know how to play baseball, and I don't plan to learn it." Hideji Kitahara frowned slightly. Doesn't this Suzuki Noki understand human words?

Suzuki Noki was rejected and her expression did not change. She still smiled and said: "I don't like to force others, Kitahara-san, but I do need a potential pitcher. Can you think about it again? We can do an equivalent exchange, you What can I ask for?"

　　 Although the other party deceived first, he still speaks reasonable. The previous deception can be defined as a desire to talk, but it is not unforgivable. Hideji Kitahara's expression also slowed down slightly, and he replied earnestly: "I am very busy and I don't have time to participate in club sports. Thank you for your invitation, Suzuki-san, go find someone else!"

　　 Suzuki Noki lowered her head, her smile disappeared gradually, and she whispered softly, "Is it the only way to do this? It's a shame..."

　　 "Sorry." Hideji Kitahara stood up and was about to leave. It didn't take three people to send a letter along the way. Dongmi and Xueli were still waiting across the road. It is estimated that the temperament of Turnip Head has long been impatient, and 80% of them are secretly cursing.

　　 Suzuki Noki did not get up to show him off, but said sadly: "My father likes baseball very much. I hope I can send him a good game, the Koshien game led by me..."

　　 It’s not uncommon to like baseball in Japan, but Nozomi Suzuki’s tone is a bit pitiful. Hideji Kitahara hesitated and said, "My father..."

　　 Suzuki Noki raised his eyes and glanced upwards, there was a sparkle in his eyes, and Kitahara Hideji couldn't help but looked up, but he could only see the ceiling, and he understood something in his heart. He bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry."

　　 turned out to be for the dead father, so it would be more understandable to use some innocuous little means. Hideji Kitahara was silent for a while. Looking at the sad girl, he felt a little softhearted, but he did have limited time, and he really didn’t. He could only comfort him by saying, “I wish you a good candidate. Don’t worry, there are many boys in the school. , There are still two and a half years. I can’t wait until next year’s first grade, and I will find it slowly."

　　 Suzuki Noki raised her head and smiled, gentle and graceful, with three points of strength in her weakness and sadness, "I am not in good health, two and a half years...I may not have so much time."

The cafe lighting is well lit, she sits there with her face slightly upturned, there are stars and tears on her eyelashes, her face is pale, and her lips are not bloody... She is a girl who has been in the hospital for five months since her freshman year. She is famous Diseased seedlings.

A pretty good girl with filial piety, she didn’t give up on herself when she was seriously ill, but she kept studying in the hospital bed. Under such bad conditions, she can still be tied with her own, which is worthy of respect, and even worth it. Respect.

　　 is amazing! It can only be said that Tian is jealous of the beauty, which is regrettable.

Hideji Kitahara couldn't help but sat back again, and asked softly, "Suzuki-san, what's the disease?" He was going to use the [medical skills] skills anyway, so I might find a way to wake up Fukuzawa Naotaka in the future, if this girl’s illness persists. At that time, he felt that he could secretly move his hands and feet, and being able to save such a respectable girl was considered a good deed.

"Congenital cardiopulmonary insufficiency. As my body develops, my cardiopulmonary burden is getting heavier and heavier. The doctor said a long time ago that I can sleep at any time and won't wake up. The shadow of death has always loomed over me. I have been autistic for a long time, and even got Savant-Syndrome, and it was Savant-Syndrome who saved me and allowed me to appear in front of you today."

Kitahara nodded slightly. He has been brushing his [medical skills] skill level. Although he has not brushed up yet, he has a lot of medical books. Needless to say, the cardiopulmonary function is not sound. It is easy to understand. The importance of the two organs is not nonsense. If something goes wrong, as long as people can't stand it, he also knows that the disease like Savant-Syndrome can be called "Scholar Syndrome."

This disease has a one in two thousand chance of appearing in patients with developmental disorders such as autism, autism, and Asperger's syndrome. The symptoms shown are in music, painting, calculation, drawing, and building 3D models. Very talented, there is a one in 100,000 probability to produce a super genius.

For example, Mr. Picker, the prototype in the movie "Rain Man", has mechanical memory ability and has memorized more than 15,000 books. He can tell the number, telephone, zip code, and history of every city, village, street, and highway that he passes through. …So-called the living "encyclopedia".

　　 Another example is the ability to have powerful mental arithmetic, such as telling how many seconds a person has lived for 65 years, three months, and seven days.

　　 The human brain is magical, and its potential is far from being fully developed. For Suzuki Nozomi, this is luck in the great misfortune, a ray of light in hell. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It’s no wonder that she can get a perfect score in the first grade of high school. This kind of person cannot use common sense to speculate that there are a lot of painters, writers, musicians, and architects who have made extraordinary achievements due to this disease in human history. Even scientists.

　　A little bit of luck in despair made people feel even more sad. Kitahara stretched out his hand and said softly, "Could you let me shake your hand, Suzuki-san."

　　 He has believed it, and it feels completely reasonable. Now he is just using his skills to determine the condition and want to judge how long this poor girl can last. If it can be saved, it doesn't hurt to save it secretly. He didn't even expect to get any benefits, but simply felt sorry and sympathetic.

Suzuki Noki nodded lightly, stretched out her hand to shook Kitahara Hideji, and said softly: "Your hand is very warm, thank you, Kitahara-san! I have seen you throw a tennis ball, you have great potential, Kitahara-san, as long as you are Training under my guidance, you can become the trump card of a team, and you can help me finish before my life passes..."

　　 She could not go on talking, because Hideji Kitahara held her hand harder and harder, and his face became more and more ugly. She felt a little painful, and couldn't help but said: "Don't feel sorry for me, Beiyuan-student, please relax, I have already felt your heart, it's really warm..."

　　 Kitahara Hideji did not relax his hands, raised his head and smiled and said, "Sad? There seems to be nothing to be sad about... Suzuki-san, did your father really pass away?"

　　 Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. Mobile version reading URL: