Is it really a straight girl?

Rubbing her slightly sore eyes, the girl with purple pupils who was alone in the room stretched her hands upwards, clenched her fists, squinted her eyes and let out a good breath. There was a slight pain in her throat, but it was relieved a lot after drinking half a cup of cold boiled water. , Look around again, relax your eyes for a while.

The Sizhao flowers by the window are still in full bloom, obviously they have been in the room for three or four days, and they haven't withered yet.

Look around the window sill again.

Mi Ji stood up, swayed and stretched his somewhat stiff body a few times, rubbed his shoulders, and twisted his waist left and right.

Opening his mouth, he subconsciously sang the lyrics that had just been poured into his mind.

She suddenly felt that this was probably some kind of mental manipulation, right?Listening to songs for two hours to brainwash myself or something...

Afterwards, take a small step to the full-length mirror on the side of the room and stretch

It is now nine forty in the morning.

In addition to the previous song, there is another important thing in my mind... How should I respond to Ms. Mahiru?

Sure enough, the first reaction was to avoid, no matter how many times I asked myself, no matter whether I was charmed or not, the first reaction was to keep my mouth shut.

Miki is really incompetent.

Counting myself in my heart, I also find reasons for myself time and time again in my heart.

Going around the full-length mirror, walk slowly to the window and open it.

The wind blows through the strands of purple-tinged hair, and the fringe hair begins to dance, and the front hair is restless.

The outside world still seems to be as natural as usual. If you listen carefully, the whistle of various vehicles keeps ringing in the distance, tire noise continues, and there are clear and crisp birdsong or wild cats singing nearby from time to time.

The wind also rustled the trees.

The world is peaceful and peaceful, and no one can tell that all this is about to end.

Doomsday... That's right, the world is coming to an end, and Mi Ji is still thinking about this kind of love affair between women and girls.

Miki only has [-] days left in this world, and the world itself only has [-] days left, and it seems that no one can really save the world at the moment, so... for Ms. Mahiru and the others , These twenty days are the last time, right?

In this way, it should be to do whatever you want, right?

What does Mahiru want, and what do I want?

Layers of doubts filled the bottom of my heart, and were uncovered layer by layer.

What Yaki wants is a peaceful daily life.

But what about Mahiru?

After that, let's have a good communication... It's best to get to know each other's thoughts and attitudes first.

Mi Ji has been thinking about it alone for a long time, but he still hasn't been able to clarify his answer, except to escape or escape.

And she no longer wanted to escape.

Miki withdrew his sight from the scenery outside the window, and turned to his room.

It seems that I have nothing special to do.

So……

Don't wait for later, let's go to Mahiru now!

Yaki nodded resolutely, casually stuffed the unopened boxes of daily necessities into the durable-looking bags, loaded Miss Mahiru's computer, and the manga that had been on the desk for many days, and stopped at the door.

Patting his chest lightly, he took a deep breath to muster up his courage.

Then open the door.

get out.

-

530 three words

Miss Mahiru is not here.

When Miki stood there with a small bag containing the laptop and the manga in a very troubled mood, he walked the long distance with increasing nervousness, came to the door of Mahiru's room, and gently knocked on the door , and then called Mahiru's name with a trembling voice.

But got no response.

Same thing with shouting again.

Confused, Ms. Miji scratched her long hair that was scattered in front of her shoulders, and knocked on the door again.

Well, there is no one there, is Miss Mahiru going out?Or is it actually in someone else's room or on the first floor?

The resolution he had just made was disrupted by the sudden situation, and Mi Ji once again felt like shrinking back.

But he still grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open.

The room was literally empty.

On the contrary, Miki breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head silently, went in and put the cloth bag in his hand on the table, gently took out the laptop and manga in the bag, and placed them on Mahiru's table.

Ms. Qianche also has a copy of the songs and videos in her mobile phone, Mahiru's computer should be returned as soon as possible...

The comics were also placed on the desk, and Miki, who had nothing to do, turned her head silently, letting her eyes sweep across the room.

The red silk and satin once again gathered together, wrapping the tumor in the center of the room like a cocoon, and returning the room to its usual appearance.

Yaki didn't know how important the sarcoid was to Mahiru, but only knew that it was probably very important.

But it has nothing to do with Miki.

……

After leaving Mahiru's room, Yaki brought out the manga that had just been placed on the desk.

Because, at this moment, Ms. Yaki, who was already sensitive and overly complicated, felt that it was best for her to keep this manga in Mahiru's hands afterwards.

It would be a little uncomfortable if it was placed directly on the table in her room without making a sound like it is now.

Although this kind of thinking may be a bit awkward, that's what Yaki thinks.

After closing the door, Yaki wrapped the manga with his arms around his chest, and walked away in small steps. When passing Ms. Yachiyo's room, Yaki saw that the number plate on the door had been removed. She still remembered the two words on it.

covenant.

Then, Miji Bian thought of God,

"Master Shenming... If possible, I hope you can help me so that everything will be fine." Mi Ji said on the way.

Continuing to go downstairs, of course God will not have any answer to Mi Ji.

The mahogany steps were left behind by Miji's footsteps, went down to the second floor, turned right, returned to his room, and closed the door.

The girl threw herself on the bed, hugged her quilt like grabbing a pillow, buried her flushed face in the quilt, and breathed roughly until her head became a little dizzy before letting go, panting heavily fresh air.

"Mahiru, Mahiru..." There are many inexplicable emotions, good or bad moods are intertwined together, wanting to contact and avoiding, wanting to get close and wanting to stay away, her heart prompted her to call out this name .

Even if I am charmed by you, I still want to hide, want to escape.

If he hadn't been charmed, it would be impossible for Yaki to make some progress with Mahiru, right?

But is this situation considered progress now?Because Yaki kissed Miss Mahiru on the forehead?

"..."

Thinking of these, Mi Ji, who relaxed all over, hugged the quilt and slowly closed his eyes on the bed, feeling his emotions.

Can't tell.

I can't even tell the difference between liking and avoiding.

Whenever the figure of Miss Mahiru appeared in his mind, whenever he closed his eyes, and the red-haired girl appeared in front of his eyes, Yaki fell into one layer after another of confusion.

It seems that the sky is covered by dark clouds, and she is scattered human-shaped raindrops, falling on the asphalt road of the road, breaking into pieces, all the raindrops are her, the concepts of the earth and the sky begin to be confused, and the earth is also dripping towards the sky Dew and rain, these rains smashed into each other, thoughts and emotions intertwined and became a chaotic downpour, washing her all over.

Mi Ji closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep or fainted, it seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that only three or four minutes had passed, and after falling into a blur, he couldn't even tell the time clearly.

After waking up, I looked at the time, only 15 minutes later.

Her emotions have not yet calmed down, as if her emotions have become a doll, fluctuating under the manipulation of some kind of thin line.

With her pupils absent-minded, she vaguely picked up the cell phone next to her pillow, swiped it again and again, clicked on the chat software, and opened the small group in their apartment.

Swipe through the very daily chat history, looking for news about Mahiru.

Mahiru seldom speaks, and usually only repeats the reading to everyone or sends an emoticon pack with the very active Miss Katana, there is nothing that can peek into her thoughts.

The avatar is a two-dimensional paper head with short white hair and brown eyes, and the signature is the lyrics of a popular song she produced:

'Sing to me about the continuation of this story.

Until we reach a planet we have never been to. '

With a small voice, Mi Ji recited these words softly, accompanied by singing.

In this situation, the brain seems to be very unclear.

She clicked on the private message button at the bottom of the other party's personal homepage.

Then I didn't know how to think, I didn't know what I was going to do, without purpose, as if there was some traction, I pressed a button with a phone pattern on it.

Voice calls.

After pressing it, Miki was in a daze for a while.

She kind of didn't understand what she did or why she did it.

Does Yaki have anything to say to Mahiru?

She thought about it, but couldn't answer.

So many complex and chaotic emotions that are difficult to sort out are entangled and twisted in her chest. If each emotion is a thread of one color, her mind may already be entangled with various colors, and she cannot break free. The thread ball is opened.

So... it's not just emotions, Miji is confused about everything now.

beep……

The light voice rings, like a little Jenga man stepping on the keys of a music box. If Mi Ji hears it normally, he will definitely feel a little more relaxed.

beep……

However, I can't feel relaxed now, or to put it another way, Mi Ji no longer understands the concept of relaxation.

She curled up on the bed, hugging the big white velvet quilt, clutching it tightly from time to time, and releasing it from time to time.