Osaka, in front of a single house.

A girl in a white short skirt blocked the door and kept ringing the doorbell. The sound of "dingdong dingdong" kept echoing.

Five minutes later, there was a movement behind the door.

"Ahem, Masumi, why are you here? Ahem, sorry, I might..."

Before he could finish speaking, Samen Masumi interrupted him directly:

"Stop coming! Last time I skipped class, did you take leave this time? Shirakawa Katsuhiko, don't forget that you are a senior high school student now, and the college recruitment will begin in four months!"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko was still wearing pajamas and covering her forehead and said:

"Masumi, I really didn't lie to you. I'm really sick. I'm having a high fever now, and I'm also accompanied by symptoms such as nasal congestion..."

As he said that, he took out his handkerchief and blew his nose hard.

Samen Masumi looked at him suspiciously, and saw that he was holding the wall, his lips were pale, and two obviously abnormal redness appeared on his face. He asked half-believingly:

"I'm really sick?"

"I'm really sick. Look, the snot I just blew out, cough cough..."

"So disgusting!"

Even though he said so, the girl hurried forward and helped him into the house, blaming him:

"Why are you so careless? What about your uncle and aunt?"

With the help of the other party, Shirakawa Katsuhiko sat on the sofa, his answering sound a little hoarse:

"My father, you know, is a workaholic, and my mother, grandfather has also happened to be sick these days. She is busy taking care of grandfather and has not been back for two days."

As he said that, he also joked:

"Masume, my parents are not at home. You can do whatever you want to do to me...Ahem!"

Samen Masumi, who was boiling water, glared at him, and instead asked:

"Are there any antipyretic drugs?"

“Yes, still in the old place…”

After feeding him the medicine, the girl helped him back to the room.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko lay on the bed, but urged:

"You go to class quickly and ask me for a sick leave by the way, don't say that I skipped class for no reason..."

Samen Masumi pressed the quilt for him, waved his hand and said:

"You've become like this, why do I still have the heart to go to cram school? Don't worry, I'll call the teacher later to tell them about the situation."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko didn't continue to persuade him, feeling a little drowsy, and after a while, he closed his eyelids.

Samen Masumi quietly closed the door...

"ah!"

I don’t know how long it took, Shirakawa Katsuhiko suddenly woke up, and the memory seemed to be still at the moment when he closed his eyes.

Have you gone back?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and suddenly looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed:

1:23 pm!

Fortunately... Shirakawa Katsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief:

Time is still in time.

He sat up, put a coat on with some difficulty, put his feet in his slippers, stood up, but staggered and almost fell down.

"Kakihiko, why did you get up?"

At this time, Samen Masumi opened the door and held a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand. Seeing this scene, he quickly placed the porridge on the cabinet aside and stepped forward to help him up.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on his girlfriend's support, and wanted to stand up again, and said:

"Haozhi's game is about to begin!"

Samen Masumi touched his forehead. Although the temperature dropped a little, it was still very high. So he advised:

"Your body is still very weak. Forget it today's game, the results will be the same afterwards."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko had no room for compromise on this matter, and said firmly:

"Today's game is the last game before the final of the Go Shrine War, and it is the beginning of the Hoshi title battle! I have given up Go, Hoshi is the continuation of my dream, and I must witness it with my own eyes!"

Samen Masumi was a little moved. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party say again:

"What's more, if I can't see today's game, wouldn't my efforts to soak ice water for two hours yesterday be in vain?"

"Ice Water?"

"Yes, I took out all the stock ice cubes from the refrigerator last night..."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko's voice became smaller and smaller, because he noticed that something seemed wrong with his girlfriend's eyes, and asked hesitantly:

"What...what happened?"

Samen Masumi shook his hand away and let him fall on the bed. His eyes were not filled with emotion, and he was as cold as ice, and said:

"Since you like your Haozhijun so much, you don't even care about your own body, let your Haozhi take care of you!"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko: “…”

Samen Masumi snorted coldly:

"What, nothing to say?"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko was silent for a moment before saying carefully:

"Then... can you take me downstairs? The competition is really about to begin..."

In the end, Samen Masumi felt soft and helped him to the living room downstairs.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko was half lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, directing his girlfriend, and adjusting the TV to a channel, and explaining:

"Generally speaking, even if it is a title battle, it will rarely be broadcast live to the outside world if it is not the final. However, Haozhi has been a bit popular recently, and his opponent this time is Zhao Zhixun, which is why this live broadcast is achieved."

Samen Masumi sat back on the sofa and picked up the porridge bowl on the coffee table, saying:

"Compared with the last Dragon Star Battle live broadcast, it seems a bit simple?"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko was a little resistant to the smell of onion in the porridge, but his girlfriend's face pulled, so he had to take a sip, swallow it directly, and then replied:

"After all, it was an unexpected live broadcast, so there was no explanation, so you could only see a chessboard on the scene."

On the screen, there is no other information except a chessboard and the names of both parties involved in the game.

"Masume, don't feed it, I'll eat it myself."

As he said that, Shirakawa Katsuhiko took the bowl from his girlfriend's hand, stirred it with a spoon, let it cool down slightly, divided it into two mouthfuls, and poured it into his mouth.

Samen Masumi took back the empty bowl with satisfaction.

"The competition is about to begin..."

Shirakawa Katsuhiko beat him up. He just had enough food and seemed to be a little sleepy again.

He shook his head:

This doesn't work!

With his reminder, Samen Masumi, who was standing beside him, looked at the TV.

On the TV, a hand appeared on each side of the chessboard, and the guessing process was performed first.

Due to the chess etiquette, Chihara Hiroshi must be sitting on the side of the black chess.

Therefore, before the information on TV was updated, the two of them decided to guess the result first:

Chihara Haozhi holds white, while Zhao Zhixun holds black.

Both sides started to make a move, and the white chess started with two 33...

Shirakawa Katsuhiko leaned on his girlfriend's shoulder, but felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. The chessboard on the screen seemed to have turned into a vortex, devouring his thinking and consciousness.

——I'm so sleepy, just sleep for a while...

"ah!"

Shirakawa Katsuhiko screamed:

Well? Why is the light getting dimmed?

He looked at the TV, and other shows had already started playing on the screen.

Obviously, he missed it.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko glanced at the time with some frustration:

8:12.

Samen Masumi was still sitting next to him. He looked at his girlfriend strangely and said strangely:

"What's wrong with you? Why did you look like you saw an alien?
Chapter completed!