I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 112 I don’t know what title to give it.

Tu Shou, whose defense was completely broken by Yuta's critical hit, was severely washed away by the cruel, terrifying and bleak reality behind Yuta.

The tears in my eyes could not stop flowing...

Now she is like a child who is told that "Ultraman does not exist".

"This...what you said...

Of course I know what you said..."

Toumo's eyes were red, she knelt on the ground helplessly, letting her tears drip onto her clothes. Her fantasy was squeezed by the ruthless reality, and it was difficult for her to accept it again...

Yuta, representing reality, forced Toushou to extinguish her own fantasy, and made Toushou realize that everything she had been holding on to was so powerless and so false...

"Of course I know—"

Tu Shou ran away crying, his tears never stopping.

Yuta watched Toshou leave, his heart was already broken... Even Toshou was like this, but he was Rikka's boyfriend, how could he not know what Rikka was expecting, and how could he not know what was happening to Rikka now.

But Yuta is more difficult to deal with than Toushou... He knows much more than Toushou, and he has been caught between Rikka's two worlds for so long...

On one side is Rikka, and on the other side is Rikka's family, which is even more realistic.

He was in so much pain, and no one could comfort him...These were never what he wanted to say.

Tears also flowed from Yuta's eyes, and he covered his face in pain, just to hide his endless sorrow.

Is there really no one who can comfort him?

Someone gave the answer.

Suddenly, the sound of a can being opened beside him attracted Yongtai's attention. Yongtai turned around and saw Fang Wuwei leaning against the bus stop, holding a drink in his hand and sipping it silently.

"...When were you here?"

"I have always been here. I just feel sorry for you and came out to comfort you."

“Who needs it?”

"You need it, Yuta. You need it badly."

Fang Wuwei stared at Yongtai quietly and looked into his eyes. Yongtai looked into Fang Wuwei's black eyes and suddenly a feeling of inexplicable grievance rushed up.

"...Kong Hong, did I do it right?"

"You have to ask yourself this, Yuta, do you have an answer?"

Yuta was silent, lowering his head, at a loss.

"Yuta, you did the right thing. Rikka does need to grow up and change, but not this kind of change... Yuta, don't you think Rikka has been abnormal during this period of time?"

"...Well, how could I not know that?"

"During this time, Rikka has been living in the shadow of others, living in the so-called 'normal'. So, Yuta, what is normal?"

This question made Yongtai dumbfounded. He really wanted to say that if the public thinks it is normal, then it is normal.

But is this normal? Is this true?

So, what is chuunibyou?

“Yuta, what’s the point if you can live happily, even if it’s just living in your own world?

You were also a chuunibyou before, so you should be able to understand what chuunibyou is and what loneliness is. "

Fang Wuwei took two steps and lifted up his eye mask, revealing the Sharingan.

"See? Apart from the eyepatch I always wear and this Sharingan, is there anything else about me that looks like a chuunibyou?"

Yuta thought about it carefully and realized that indeed, no, Kong Hong has always been normal. He never acts stupid in public, doesn't have weird lines, doesn't have strange titles, and even when Rikka and the others act stupid, he will stay away from them and act like he doesn't know them.

"No, except for this Sharingan, I am just an ordinary high school student.

But am I really not a chuunibyou? What’s wrong with my eyes?

...It's very strange, very contradictory, isn't it? "

He is indeed not, and he doesn't want to keep the Sharingan permanently, but there is no other way, he can only live his life wearing an eyepatch. No matter how careful and normal he is, he is still considered to have a chuunibyou...at best, a mild case.

Just because he is different.

“Yuta, people are bound by something throughout their lives. It represents the sight of others, the prejudice of others… and even more so, it represents the cage in one’s own heart.

Are you free and happy living in it? Yuta, answer me honestly, are you happier now, or were you more carefree during your junior high school days?

Ask yourself, how much of what you just said to Toumo was actually said to yourself... I believe you understand this."

"No...Sora, something that doesn't exist, doesn't exist. So what if I go to support Rikka?!"

Fang Wuwei put on the blindfold silently. Since Yongtai wanted to know, he would tell him.

"Yuta, do gods really exist? Do Buddhas really exist? You and I both know it, so does it matter whether the invisible boundary really exists?"

This sentence dealt a heavy blow to Yuta.

Fang Wuwei walked towards Yongtai, but Yongtai was unwilling to raise his head. Seeing this, Fang Wuwei just patted Yongtai on the shoulder.

"If you regret it, feel free to come to me."

After passing by Yongtai, Fang Wuwei no longer asked any questions...that was all he could say.

Growth is never about suppressing oneself. How can growth that compromises with the world be considered growth? In the process of growth, people's edges will be gradually smoothed out, but people will not be turned into a smooth pebble without edges.

The rest can only be left to Yuta.

Yongtai stood there in a daze for a moment. He had some more questions to ask, but when he turned around, there was no sign of Fang Wuwei.

"............What are you doing? You're so mysterious......"

After wiping away his tears, Yuta went home...

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Liuhua returned to her hometown safely and followed her mother to a cemetery that was completely unfamiliar to her.

She had never been here before and this was…the first time she had ever seen her dad…now her dad.

Dad is no longer the tall, strong, reliable man with solid arms and warm embrace as in her fond memories.

My father now is short, small, square, and motionless...

She reached out and touched her father's body and the tombstone...she only felt cold, from the bottom of her heart to her body.

Her mother was very happy that Liuhua had come to her senses, forgiven herself, learned to accept reality, and learned to be obedient and communicate normally, which made her feel more at ease.

Her grandparents were even happier. Not to mention her grandmother, her grandfather could never accept the old Rika. It seemed that only the current Rika, who looked like a good child, was his good granddaughter.

"Help Dad wash up."

Rikka turned around and looked at her smiling mother. A smile also appeared on her face and she agreed to her mother's request.

I picked up a wooden spoon, scooped a large spoonful of water, and slowly poured it down the top of the tombstone...

But this approach is actually wrong and "abnormal".

"If you suddenly get wet from above, Dad will cry out for cold."

Is it cold...

It would be nice if dad could really tell me he was cold...

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