Story of Longevity

Is this self-inflicted?

Originally, Xingqi slept peacefully after maintaining the spell there. After all, his body was just a normal human being.

When he slept, he was very peaceful, very comfortable, like...Forget it, there are no adjectives, there is no intuition in deep sleep, and the feeling of comfort is just because when he woke up, the soft bed was warmed by himself. That's it, nothing else... if it's normal.

Only this time, Xingke felt that he did not feel comfortable and warm because of his bed, because what Xingke smelled at the time was not the smell of the laundry detergent he used, but a familiar, like It is the smell of a strange mixture of shampoo and shower gel, to the sweetness of a certain pigment.

Coupled with this soft and delicate touch...

what! ——I really want to keep going on like this, sleeping like this, never getting up again.

ILOVE sleep! ~

…………

"Snapped!--"

However, in the next second, Xing Ke was woken up by a slap in the face.

In the eyes, from the top of his field of vision, Xing Ke saw the face of Rita, a blonde girl who was smiling but not smiling:

"Did you sleep well last night? Mr. Criminal?"

"Very good, thank you for your concern, Miss Rita Einzbern."

"If you sleep well, please let go of the poor girl in your arms? Mr. Prisoner?"

"Am I in jail within a second? But you should know the general situation? Don't play stupid."

"What are you talking about? Get up quickly, Mr. Death row prisoner."

"Should I thank you for releasing me from prison again? But please let me enjoy this sweet and soft touch again..."

"Snapped!--"

Very good, now the cheeks on both sides are symmetrical. Congratulations, Coca-Cola.

…………

Look at the current situation!

Xingke was originally on the floor, so sleeping on the ground is no problem.

But when he woke up, there was a cute little Zhenbai in his arms. This was the problem.

Because she was originally in bed.

Xingke now knows why it sometimes happens that [I will arrange her in bed at night, but find her under the bed the next day].

This is no longer the level of bad sleep, but "sleepwalking", right?

Me and her are still innocent now, I just kissed her on the forehead, I am still an innocent 17-year-old Boy...

These shameless words, of course, Xingqi can't say it under normal circumstances, so I should just slap in the face. Anyway, for some special people, this is also a reward, isn't it?

Of course, Xingqi also reluctantly broke free from the entanglement (physics) that was really white.

Then he discovered that not only Rita, but the entire Sakura Village, even Ryunosuke ran over to watch him.

"Someone's junior, have you finally ascended the adults' ladder?! Congratulations!~"

Sorry, my wife is dead. I don’t know how many years she has served. She is already a big (old) man.

"Someone, I really didn't expect you to eat Xiao Zhenbai at this time, how about it, the first time you feel?"

It's great, this is the first time I have been slapped in the face.

"The bow is long, please be careful not to kill people, it is not good for public customs."

Would you please take a look at your current dress first? Could it be that there are some targets that can be tackled at today's school festival?

"Long bow, don't rush, get up quickly, we have to go to the last test run of the equipment before noon!~"

Ryunosuke, are you recommending me to spend my life with the machine? But it is a pity that you only like machines, I am not.

But I only support you.

After observing that he had been watched by a strong crowd, Xingke instantly lost the motivation to get up.

But obviously the place is absolutely full of motivation. After a night of [perfect rest], these people are more enthusiastic than the other, and take the trouble to point around the star carvings.

Haha, this is the end of sleeping without locking the door.

………………

"Is this your tragic memory? This is really a disaster. I was watching the morning afterwards with my girlfriend, if I could not bear it."

Sitting on a remote bench, Biqigu, while eating a box of small octopus **** distributed to him by Xingke, sympathized (ridiculed) Xingke's encounter.

The Star Carving on the side acquiesced to Biqigu's statement and ate fried noodles for himself.

Pedestrians coming and going on the boulevard ahead, noisy crowds filled your ears, and you could hear the trumpets of vendors in order to attract the crowds.

The trumpet solo music is pretty good. It must be a shop opened by the music department of the art department as a means to attract customers, right?

After the tune was over, there was warm applause around, but after it stopped, only the noise of the crowd passing by was left.

After Xingke chewed the last bite of the fried noodles, he took a sigh of relief after pouring a few mouthfuls of mineral water.

After that, he took out the tissues in his pocket, interrupted his mouth, and commented:

"It's really unpalatable. The noodles are not fully cooked, the sauce is added too much, the bean sprouts are not fresh, and the moisture is gone. It is 30 minutes of failure."

"...It's not delicious, do you still taste so good?"

"Isn't that of course? This is a cultural festival.

Those who sell fried noodles may not cook at home, let alone the craftsmanship of fried noodles.

However, in order to get a place on the big stage of the cultural festival, I worked hard to learn both hands just to make some contributions in the class and make my own presence more obvious.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world? There happened to be a classmate who opened a restaurant at home and had three generations of culinary masters.

This is the case with people who make fried noodles, people who buy sauces, and people who buy ingredients, everyone is like this.

It's like going out of society to find a job that suits one's own profession, but for a small salary, bit the scalp for a strange job.

In this case, food made only with blood, of course will not be delicious.

But... I just want to eat. What I eat is nothing else, it's just like this. "

Like a poet admiring the world, Xingke held the lunchbox in his hand and said something unclear.

However, this is of no use.

Our Mr. Biqigu Bibimbap itself is a collection of negative emotions, and he is unwavering.

"Ah, um, it turned out to be like this."

"...Ah, yes, that's it... a woolen thread!

Are you planning to be cold? You will have no friends like this.

Oh, I forgot, you have no friends, you only have a harem. "

"..."

"What about your harem?"

"...If you want to ask Yubihama and Yukoshita, then you have to look at luck.

Yukoshita said frankly that he didn't want to see you, but accepted your invitation and came to the scene of the Suimei Festival, and Yubihama and Komachi went to accompany her. "

"So you are the only one to see me as the inviting person?

Ugh? No, isn't your harem still there, Ayaka Totsuka? "

"Totsuka missed the appointment because of something in the tennis club. I ask you to apologize and he is a man."

"Can men not enter the harem? Or do you want to take the [Totsuka Line] alone?"

"... Now, Long Bow, isn't Yukinoshita your fiancée, right? Why did you say the words "put her in my harem" so easily?"

"Because I am really unfamiliar with her...

But looking at you like this, definitely something interesting happened in a few months. "

Ever since Xingke, a foreigner from outside the world, got involved in it, there has definitely been some disturbance in the relationship between the [Ministry of Service], but Xingke really doesn't know what's going on.

Because he really left the matter behind and didn’t care about it at all. It wasn’t until the teacher had recently distributed the invitation coupons for the cultural festival that Xingke thought of these acquaintances of Zongwu Gao, so he sent it by post. The invitation ticket passed.

The address is still Zong Wu Gao’s [Ministry of Service].

However, now it seems that the situation of my little brother who is suspected of wearing green hats to each other and making a real mess in your circle-Mr. Biqigu, does not seem to be very good.

Xingke looked playfully in the direction of Biqigu, ready to try it out:

"The situation in the love triangle is nothing more than [Who do you choose]?"

The corner of Biqigu's eyes jumped~www.ltnovel.com~ Does it seem to have reached the branch point?

"Considering your personality and actual situation, it is also possible that you want to [maintain the status quo] (evade)?"

This time, the throat made a swallowing motion unconsciously.

Really, isn't this a typical stomachache?

"Or is it more dramatic that new branches have appeared?"

Blind eyeballs moved?

At this branch point, a new stock listing appeared? Which brave girl is in love with this dead fish eye?

"Or...well, well, I won't guess, don't get excited."

Seeing that Biqigu was going to run away a little bit, Xingke hurriedly called to stop.

Who can imagine that Star Carving has guessed it right? Anyone who sees through the current situation as if being watched by others will run away, right?

Or is it kneeling down and shouting to the gods, apprentice to learn art?

But like now, it’s normal for Biqigu to watch Star Carving warily and look like you are watching me, right?

"I really didn't monitor you, I really rely on guessing, trust me."

After reluctantly believing that Xingke is not like the kind of person who will monitor an ordinary male high school student who will not bring him any benefit, Biqigu's brain is running fast, wanting to find a topic:

"By the way, based on what you just said, shouldn't you go for a trial run of gaming equipment?

It's almost noon now, isn't your activity about to start soon? Why do you have time to chat with me here? "

Staring at Biqigu for a long while, Xingke doubted whether he had any talent, and could often grasp the key points of things.

After sighing, Xingke continued:

"You want to know? Then listen to me slowly."