"Phew—" After having breakfast, Nakajima Michika let out a breath and sat on the edge of her bed.
Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili had already left early for class.
With nothing to do at the mont, she planned to find so ti to go to the hospital and check on that girl’s condition.
"But she is in the ICU, I wonder if I can..."
It is generally not allowed to visit patients in the ICU since there are many critically ill patients inside who require observation.
Moreover—
Make an effort...
Nakajima Michika walked over to the desk, took out a stack of carefully organized files from a drawer.
From her angle, they were filled with lyrics, so parts even had little sticky notes attached, indicating edits to be made, a dense array of red marks highlighted important sections. Each notated where and how to sing with which emotion.
This was Nakajima Michika’s composition book which she had not used for a while, its earliest pages had already turned sowhat yellow.
Looking at her composition book, Nakajima Michika felt nostalgic.
The rows and pages of A3 paper notes, and the traces from the staples brought her a sense of nostalgia.
Back then, she never bowed down to the Nakajima family and kept forging ahead with determination.
It started with simple pieces of light music, and later writing songs and lyrics...
Thinking of this, Nakajima Michika took out the student ID that Beichuan Si had given her and muttered softly, "Dubian Kyoko."
The girl wasn’t particularly pretty but still had a vibrant look.
She was in the pri of her youth yet had encountered such a disaster.
Nakajima Michika sighed, wanting to say more when—
"I think it actually has little to do with Miss Nakajima."
This voice again?!
Nakajima Michika stood up from the desk and looked around.
"I’m here, Shihua."
Under Nakajima Michika’s incredulous gaze, golden streams of air began to erge, gradually forming the figure of a girl with ear-length hair.
She tilted her head and said, "I am Dubian Kyoko."
As she spoke, Dubian Kyoko showed a grateful smile, "Thank you for taking care of , Shihua."
...
Noon break, Kyubei High School.
Beichuan Si had already arranged everything that was to co.
For the ti being, Dubian Kyoko, as Nakajima Michika’s accompanying spirit, would help Nakajima Michika reclaim her forrly positive and optimistic life attitude, with Beichuan Si assisting from the sidelines.
As for Dubian Kyoko’s grandparents, Beichuan Si had taken a long leave from her technical school on her behalf, as requested. It seed unlikely that the news of the accident would reach her grandparents in far-off Kanagawa Prefecture.
After all, Beichuan Si had heard from Dubian Kyoko that both her elderly grandparents had heart conditions and couldn’t withstand such shock.
"It’s just that Dubian Kyoko’s personality is completely opposite to the current Nakajima Michika’s."
But Beichuan Si couldn’t help but stroke his chin when he thought about the conversation and deal he had with Dubian Kyoko the day before.
Dubian Kyoko’s optimism seed a bit excessive to him. Even after learning that her body was now lying in the intensive care unit, she only exclaid, "What about my dical expenses? I already struggle with technical school fees, and now with dical expenses..."
Especially considering how her face showed only shock but no sign of worry when she said those words.
And when she heard that Nakajima Michika would take care of it, her expression shifted, and even the shock faded.
Honestly, Beichuan Si felt this girl was a bit too carefree.
Knowing your current state as a Spiritual Body, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to be at ease just over so dical expenses?
However, according to the saying, ’So things that happen in reality are too strange for even fiction,’ her upbeat and positive nature could be seen as a flimsy excuse.
When it was ntioned that she would ’assist Nakajima Michika in finding her old attitude, Dubian Kyoko readily agreed, even confidently patting her chest:
"I was once saved by Shihua’s singing too, leave it to ."
She uttered these words genuinely, without a hint of falsehood, and in her eyes seed to hide sothing even Beichuan Si couldn’t fully comprehend.
Admiration for Nakajima Michika, a yearning for Nakajima Michika...
It didn’t seem like sothing forged overnight.
"Saved by a song... a spectral fan?" Beichuan Si muttered to himself, it took a while for him to shake his head and co to his senses.
In Dubian Kyoko’s eyes, Beichuan Si could only see respect and longing, without the fanaticism of a fan—
In any case, things on Nakajima Michika’s end were finally on the right track, and Beichuan Si didn’t need to worry too much anymore. He would just have to occasionally free-climb eight floors to slip in and repair Dubian Kyoko’s brain.
It’s worth ntioning that, perhaps due to delicate brain injuries, the treatnt couldn’t be as simple as slapping on a bandage like it would be for external skin wounds; it required ti for healing and repair. This timing had to align with the hospital’s treatnt schedule, and Beichuan Si was not in a hurry.
And after Beichuan Si’s treatnt yesterday, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Dubian Kyoko was already out of the critical period.
The next thing to see was whether the two of them would clash.
Beichuan Si was also quite looking forward to what sparks the cheerful and sunny Dubian Kyoko could create with Nakajima Michika.
But suddenly the ringing of a cellphone interrupted Beichuan Si’s thoughts. He picked up the phone and glanced at the number on the screen.
Hirasaka Ichiro?
The big spender from Ibaraki Prefecture... Why would the company boss think to call him?
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