Chapter 64 Registration
In October in Tokyo, the trees along the road have lost their greenery, revealing bare branches. The autumn wind blows, bringing a chill.
People were coming and going in the hospital. Gray-haired old men were supporting each other as they walked, and children were running around everywhere.
"Your elbow has almost recovered," the middle-aged doctor in a white coat put down his hand and looked at Tezuka earnestly, "but be sure not to overexert yourself."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
Tezuka pulled his hand back, glanced outside the door, and suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "That Kazama..."
Zhang Ting raised his head, glanced at the figure waiting outside the door, then looked at him again, smiling gently, "Your friend's hand injury is fine. He took good care of it before, so there are no sequelae."
Tezuka's expression gradually relaxed, and before he could say thank you, he heard Zhang Ting continue: "But Guoguang, this is the first time I see you bring a girl to see your hand injury." He looked at him with a smile and said in a mischievous tone, "Is it your girlfriend?"
"Just friends." Tezuka said calmly.
Zhang Ting just smiled and patted his left shoulder, stood up and left the table, and greeted the figure outside the door when passing by.
Kazama was lowering his head and tapping his toes when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from beside him. He looked up and saw Tezuka standing in front of him with a calm gaze.
"Let's go."
"Oh... okay." Fengjian came back to his senses, patted the dust off his clothes, took a few quick steps to catch up with him and walked side by side with him.
"Senior Tezuka, is your elbow okay?" Kazama turned his head to look at him, his eyes falling on the bag holding the CT bone line.
"Don't worry, I'm almost recovered."
"That's good," Feng Jian breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand towards him, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "The doctor also said that my hand injury has completely healed. I can finally ask Sister Ling to make me spicy crayfish tonight. Before, she kept nagging me not to eat it until it healed."
Tezuka looked at her with a hint of warmth in his brown eyes and responded softly.
The two left the hospital and walked towards the subway station.
"I heard that Tezuka-senpai visited the University of Tokyo last week. I've never been there before," Kazama looked at him expectantly, "Can you tell me about it, Tezuka-senpai?"
"The academic atmosphere at the University of Tokyo is very strong, and the campus environment is first-class. It is a very good choice as a place for further studies." Tezuka looked straight ahead, his tone serious, as meticulous as his expression.
"That sounds like something Tezuka-senpai would say," Kazama curled his lips slightly, put his hands behind his back, took a few quick steps forward, turned around and smiled at him, "But I'm still looking forward to attending Tokyo University in the future. Maybe then I can run into Tezuka-senpai on campus."
"I'm looking forward to it too." Tezuka looked at her, his lips curled up slightly, but he suddenly changed the subject, "But how's the essay contest going?"
"Do you need my help?"
Feng Jian was stunned for a moment, and her steps slowly paused. Recently, she completely slowed down. She lowered her head and shook it gently after a while. "Thank you, seniors. You have helped me enough."
She paced, kicking the pebbles on the ground carelessly. The scene when Atobe came to see her a few days ago emerged in her mind, and the words he said to her flowed through her ears:
"I found the person who launched Chaowuyuan."
Atobe's deep voice mixed with the hazy shadow of the setting sun came over, and a familiar face suddenly appeared on the computer screen pushed over.
"The other girl's name is Katakura Ling. She was in your class back in Rikkai Okunoichi. She came from an ordinary family, but she was in the same dance club as Asagirihara. The problem is that the two of you seem to have had some unpleasant disputes before."
The three words "Katakura Ling" hit Fengjian's head heavily, and he froze in place as if he had been hit by a hammer.
It was because the name was exactly the same as the name of the person who accused her of plagiarism in her previous life.
But why did she do that?
Before she could think about it, Atobe's voice continued, "But the suspicion is that after Asagirihara was injured in the car accident, he looked for this girl. Judging from the surveillance footage from that year, your friend seems to have already found out who pushed her out."
He half-supported his chin and squinted at her. "So now that you know the truth, you're still pinning the blame on you for something that's not yours. This really makes me curious."
Feng Jian stared at the picture on the screen without saying a word.
…
The chill of late autumn penetrated his nose, and Fengjian sneezed, bringing him back from his past memories. He stood on the busy street and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"We used to be very good friends," she paused, "but that car accident took away her most proud dance, and I was closest to her at the time, but I didn't hold her back..."
Fengjian lowered her head, the dim sunlight filtering through her frail figure, casting faint shadows at her feet. "She was such a proud person. Dance was everything to her, even... more important than her family. But it all ended because of an accident."
"So I didn't hold her back, and that was my fault too."
"So you gave up what you loved," Tezuka said softly, staring at her quietly, "and gave away the work you poured your heart and soul into, and put your friend's name on it, right?"
"How could President Tezuka..." Kazama looked up in surprise.
"I'm sorry," Tezuka adjusted his glasses. "I took the liberty of comparing your manuscript with your friend's award-winning essay. I unexpectedly discovered a 95% similarity in style."
Fengjian didn't say anything, but his hands hanging at his sides clenched slightly.
She lowered her head, staring blankly at the gravel at her feet. Blackness hung down on both sides of her. The sunlight above her head made her already fair face even paler like porcelain. She could still hear the painful cries of the girl in the ward back then.
"Kazama, I already have nothing, but you still took away what I am most proud of, what I care about the most. Why can't I do this to you?"
"I want you to live in guilt for me for the rest of your life!"
…
Kazama rubbed his moist eyes and forced a smile towards Tezuka, "I'm sorry to have worried you, Senior. It's just an essay competition. It doesn't really matter whether you participate or not."
"Thank you and Atobe-kun for helping me so much, but I'm afraid I have to disappoint you."
That afternoon, Atobe came to see her, and after the meeting, when she asked who told him these things, although Atobe didn't say anything, she had already guessed it.
Whether it was the time when Sister Ling performed surgery and quietly collected data;
Or organize the postoperative repair manual later;
Or maybe just support her silently this time;
There is only that one person.
"Really?"
The brown eyes reflected a clear spring, illuminating her stunned shadow. Tezuka's tone was as calm as ever, "It's okay even if you never pursue the things you like again."
"Kazama, you... must really like writing, right?"
Feng Jian was stunned, but turned his face away without saying anything. After a while, he forced himself to say in a joking tone: "Well... who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe the things I like now will no longer be liked after a long time. What's more, the registration for this essay competition has already closed. Even if I..."
"Not yet," Tezuka interrupted her calmly, "It's not over yet. In fact..." He paused, "I handed in that crumpled application form for you last week."
Feng Jian looked up in surprise. The wind whistled in her ears, but she could only hear his voice clearly filling her ears, "Your mother gave it to me personally."
"Sister Ling..."
"Kazama, go and try it."
"Just like you once won the national championship with us as a member of the Seigaku Tennis Club, now it's time for you to be yourself and participate in your future dreams."
"I...we all believe you."
"Besides, you don't need to take all the blame on yourself."
Tezuka reached out and gently pressed his palm on the top of her head. His voice was immersed in the coolness of autumn and the warmth of the sunset, soothing her wrinkled heart bit by bit.
The sports festival ended along with the Century Cup Essay Contest. By the time the results came out, Tokyo had already entered late autumn.
The clear sky in late autumn is vast and bright, like the surface of a crystal clear lake without a trace of cloud.
The cheers of victory from Class 2 H filled the clear sky. Yuan threw his arms around Fengjian's neck and shouted excitedly, "April, our double rope skipping competition took second place!"
"And you must have made it to the finals of the essay competition. Let's celebrate together tonight."
"OK."
Fengjian smiled and hugged her, nodded, but his eyes looked over her shoulder and saw a figure behind the crowd.
Tezuka stood on the sidelines, looking at her quietly, with a faint curve at the corner of his lips.
She pursed her lips slightly and curled the corners of her lips towards him.
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