How long would the temporary stay be?

???

Ever since Midou recovered from his injuries, he had been vexed over this problem. He had been vexed over what reason he should use to continue staying … At the very least, he had to delay it until the new semester at Hope Peak Academy. Returning to the academy was a simple matter for him, and he could also take the opportunity to get along with Miao Miao Cheng in the academy.

Fortunately, Naegi Makoto seemed to have forgotten about this matter. Or perhaps he was benevolent enough to acquiesce to the shameless selfish desires of people like him?

He was so grateful … He was relieved that he didn't have to make up an excuse to deceive him.

For three whole seconds he felt guilty for the disrespectful thought he had ever considered him.

Going from an ordinary local high school to a world-renowned elite academy.???

Michidou was no stranger to this feeling of suddenly jumping from a mediocre world to a brilliant level of brilliance.

Through Naegi Makoto's present, he saw himself a year ago.

Full of apprehension, worry, expectation, and hope for the future.

But unlike scum like him, who could only cause endless disasters to the people around him, Naegi Makoto had a very beautiful past.

He had a loving family, kind parents, a lovely sister, a smooth-sailing school career, and good classmates.

Even he was too used to it to notice the happiness hidden under the cover of ordinary people's lives. It was accumulated from countless hidden and inconspicuous luck.

In the field of "luck", he had a clear foresight.???

Stupid?

Cong Chi Mei Bin?

Ping Guoyu Yu?

Cailie?

Male voice.

Perhaps it was very offensive and not self-aware … It was like seeing another version of himself who had obtained all the things he yearned for.

Family, friends, luck, happiness, all the good things, and most importantly, hope.

April in Japan was the April of cherry blossoms. The tradition of cherry blossoms from the Edo period was still popular among the people today.

The cherry blossoms in the nearby garden were in full bloom. The pink and white flowers were in full bloom. Looking from afar, it was the time for the flowers to bloom.

Where did the cherry blossoms fall??

Μ??

Neon finally tired?

Moyan?

Bark?

What?

H flute?

K?

Press?

Reclamation of walls and curtains?

Tuoxime Zhangmu

His lips were thinner than cherry-red, and his eyes were clear and distant. When he gazed into the distance, his aura of alienation seemed to isolate him from the world.

Naegi Makoto thought that???

Midou was a very easy person to get along with. Putting aside his gentle and handsome appearance, he was also a very easy-going and gentle person. He was reliable and sensitive enough to be considerate of others, except for occasionally showing an unusual side of him.

"Hey, Naegi-kun.

What do you think … is hope? "

Φ Where is the anti-ascaris malariae?

Province

"Eh?

I can't answer such a sudden question.

Hope is an esoteric word without a fixed image … "Miao Mu frowned when he heard this and began to think in distress." It's the spirit of not giving up easily in the face of any predicament, the spirit of believing that there is hope in the future … right? "he said uncertainly.

"Haha, what an optimistic idea."

Ζ Swan

"There's no other way."

Naegi Makoto scratched his cheeks, embarrassed. "For an ordinary person like me … I'm afraid that positivity is the only good point."

"It's not like that."

Ζ Bed Gear Feed

A serious look appeared on his face. He was very serious, as if he was treating a life proposition that had to be treated with caution.

"To break through the shackles of despair and welcome the dawn of hope, it requires Naegi-kun's positivity, which is a noble and precious quality.

How can it be summed up with the simple word 'good point?' "

Hmm … It was so strange that he didn't know where to start. It was an impeccable point of view.

Finger??

Ζ Trillion?

Lina chloride caries?

Wu Jiu?

Wu Fa???

Midou was looking at him. His gray-green eyes were unbelievably soft. His usual gentle smile was hazy, but there was a hint of loneliness and disorder.

"It's completely different from someone like me."

Suddenly suffocating.

The world collapsed, and with the fall of consciousness, dark and heavy threads extended from Midou's words. They tightly bound his emotions, making it impossible for him to escape. He could only wait helplessly for death.

When Naegi Makoto opened his eyes, the nerves that had been unconsciously tense in his sleep suddenly relaxed.

Because he finally broke free from the indescribable state of confusion, his consciousness was still not very clear. He stared blankly in front of him for a few minutes before slowly coming back to his senses.

Midou turned his head and reached out to open the curtains by the bed. The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and the branches and leaves of the trees outside the window swayed gently with the breeze.

This uncontrollable and strange dream had haunted him for many nights. The unknown object, the illogical and absurd behavior, once made Naegi Makoto panic. However, just as he gradually got used to it, it disappeared without warning as if it had appeared.

… until it was with???

Midou.

It was difficult to describe this feeling of deja vu with words. It was difficult to trace the reason. It was as if the person he had been in contact with had appeared in front of him with another face. The heart lake that had barely calmed down surged wildly again.

He was actually recalling, repeatedly tracing back to the dream that he had once indulged in.

Midou's form of acting as the master of the dream kept reappearing.

He raised his hand to cover his cheek. His cold fingertips were soaked in the heat from his skin. After a long time, he exhaled a long breath.

He was really obsessed.

He washed his face with cold water, wiping away the remaining tiredness and the water droplets rolling down his eyelashes and cheeks. The cold feeling continued to stimulate his nerve endings. He suddenly wanted to walk around casually. He quietly opened the door and slowly walked up the stairs in soft cotton slippers.

"Naegi-kun?"

The unexpected voice made the brown-haired boy's back stiffen slightly. He paused for a moment, as if he was worried about something, and did not immediately respond.

So???

Midou patiently called again.

"Naegi-kun."

This time, it was an affirmative tone.

Some kind of indescribable self-deception was so easily broken. It was as if the dream had become reality. The voice that wandered in his mind rang in his ears without warning.

When Naegi Makoto turned around, there was still some confusion in his eyes. His guilty look was even more obvious.

???

Midou leaned against the door of the guest bedroom. He seemed to be unconcerned about the cold weather in the late spring. His pajamas were loosely wrapped around his body. A few buttons of his lapel were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone and beautiful neck. His white skin glowed like white jade under the moonlight. His gray-green eyes were slightly filled with a gentle smile.

“??

???

Ammonia disease!

He called out hesitantly.

"Yes."

He received a decisive and brisk response that was full of reassurance. He then asked with concern, "It's already so late. Naegi-kun can't sleep?"

"Well … a little."

"Actually, he fell asleep and then woke up with a nightmare?" He speculated with certainty.

"Huh?" Miao Mu widened his eyes in shock, "??

Η Ammonia Cangli thick?

Heavy?

Brawl?

Jun?

The white-haired boy blinked innocently. Suddenly, he took a few steps closer, stroked his cheek, and lifted the broken hair on his cheek with his fingers.

"It's wet."

The other party's lips curled up. His fingertips gently twirled the wet hair, and raised his eyebrows, "And it's very cold. You just washed your face.

And Naegi-kun's hair is a bit messy. No matter how you look at it, you just woke up. You just woke up with cold water to wake yourself up … I'm afraid, you dreamed of something you don't want to face? "

The sudden intimate action pulled the distance between the two to the extreme. In such a position, Naegi Makoto could even see clearly???

My Sense of Distance. Nana??

Material fungus suppression?

Did Fu Fu take Huang Ying as a gift?

Ao?

On the other hand, his pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts must have seen every change in his expression.

"…"

Miao Mu was silent for a moment and awkwardly moved away from??

Nana???

"You're wrong."

Averting one's gaze was to conceal one's inner thoughts, and avoiding eye contact was the subtext of refusing to communicate.

Why are you suddenly running away from me?

"Hmm?"

??

"Φ Nao Qiao Lu Gu Reciting Nao Li???"

Si Yi Na Rui?

Si Shan Yi Xin Tuo Oyster Lu Tuo Jue Chapter A Shrugging Sowing Fortune?

Qianqi?

Should Zhao Shuo be the one to teach Fan Fan Mu to be firm in persuading jealousy?

Epsilon Cygni

As the distance between them grew closer and closer, the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger … What about the difference in aura brought about by the difference in height?

Φ Towing Mountain Range to Prevent Stumps?

Lu dumplings?

Naqi and Baqi?

Swollen, brown, black, and red?

"Devour?"

Jingke

Naegi Makoto felt embarrassed and subconsciously took a step back. His back was against the wall, and the palm that was originally on his cheek slipped away when he dodged. However, the other party quickly took a step forward and supported herself with one hand on the wall. When she looked down, the soft smile in her eyes disappeared, and for a moment, it was so dark and solemn that it was frightening.

"Naegi-kun, what do you think is wrong?" He muttered in a low voice.

Miao Mu was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice.

"Φ Mou Lianxi?

What was in front of him?

???

Cysticercus?

Razor clams fresh and pretty, concave badgers late in the evening?

Oh, Yuanjiao Jianjuan Si?

Sulfuric acid sacs?

What?

Xie Xinhui's wife was sentenced to death???

Gray Dazzle?

Kushina?

Bubu?

Do you think I'm talking about sodium?

III????

What the hell is this?

Brainless Puppy Complaining to Su Bi?

Shuo Shuo Jian Lun × Shu

"I …" he said with difficulty. His voice suddenly became hoarse. He lowered his eyes. "I don't think it was a nightmare."

Although it was indeed a dream … it wasn't because of fear, it was because he felt embarrassed.