019 can be Superman

  Blushing and all that, it really does affect a person's IQ. Turning around, he saw the girl still standing in her original position, her black eyes still looking at him, with a puzzled and confused light in them.

  ...Being stared at by her like this, he felt his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and suddenly became somewhat tense.

  The emotions of youth are the most pure. Not because of the other person's appearance, not because of the other person's voice, and even less because of the other person's wealth. A young person's first heart flutter only needs a catalyst, a heartbeat that feels right.

  The girl quietly looked at him for a while, opened her mouth several times, but in the end didn't say anything. She sat down on the sofa with a sullen expression and began to flip through the pages of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" which had already been flipped through many times.

  So she's angry and ignoring him now? Mukura couldn't help but smile at her actions. It seemed that after she really fell asleep in front of him, she became less likely to hide her little emotions from him, becoming more adorable and more like a... person?

  It seems like something is off. Yukimura furrowed his brow, but couldn't quite put it into words - what exactly was off. There just was a kind of... awkward, strange feeling.

  It's probably just his illusion.

  In just eight days, the wound that was supposed to be paralyzed had scabbed over. Kokoro thought that Kawashima would be surprised when he found out, just like him. But unexpectedly, Kawashima digested the news without changing his expression and simply said "Isn't it fine? Seiichi, you're making a big deal out of nothing..."

  The young man was speechless for a moment, and he really wanted to ask if the world had been invaded by Martians? Why were their reactions all so normal, could it be that he was just overreacting?!

  "Hey, don't be too tense. Even if you had abandoned her after I operated on her, she wouldn't have died. And with your meticulous care, it still took eight days for the wound to heal - that's a pretty low efficiency! As Genichiro would say, it's just too lax!" These were the words of Kawashima-san trying to comfort him, leaving him speechless.

  He looked like he didn't believe it, so Kawashima swore to heaven: "Really. I guarantee it, even if you ignore her and throw her away, she'll still be bouncing around in three days!"

  "... Is that still human? Kawashima-san, you just don't like her, do you? She's still just a kid." Yukimura looked at him with a black line on his face. The old man usually spoke without reserve, and if he said so, the girl could become Superman. No matter how good she was at fighting, at least her healing ability was not a problem, and she could be an invincible little strongman.

  "Kui, you're the only one who treats her like a normal kid... that girl is actually quite formidable..." Mr. Kawashima muttered disdainfully, his last sentence muffled as if he was speaking with his mouth closed.

  Koumura didn't mind. Anyway, as long as the girl's wound had really healed, he could also consider it a closure. With more than 20 days left before school started again, he could still go to the club several times to play tennis.

  It's just that when she recovered from her injury, she should have gone home. Thinking of this, he really couldn't bear to part with her. That home, warm for only a few days, would soon become quiet again.