Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"—"

Still wearing his white coat as usual, Futaba Rio stared blankly at the little girl hiding behind Hoshimi Haru, who was not even as tall as his waist. The test tube he was shaking in his hand suddenly stopped.

She looked at the little girl, then at Xingjian who looked calm, and the expression on her face became more complicated.

"Xingjian...you said you wanted to discuss something with me. Are you talking to me about how to deal with underage high school students having children after having tasted the forbidden fruit?"

“——Who, who is this guy’s daughter!!”

"Well, it's impossible to guess age based on appearance."

Compared to the little girl who reacted violently and didn't want to be taken advantage of, Xingjian just smiled and shook her head more calmly.

"If I'm really this guy's dad, doesn't that mean I already have experience when I was just over ten years old?"

"Qing, you too!! Don't start making inferences so seriously!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm serious."

In short, after ignoring this misunderstanding, Xingjian slowly walked to Futaba with the little girl, and then, under her suspicious gaze, pointed at the little blonde girl whose face turned red because of anger and embarrassment.

"Actually, this little one is Eriri."

"Eri...wait, is that Sawamura from our school's art club?"

Futaba narrowed her eyes and pondered for a moment, and finally raised her eyebrows because she found the answer accurately, and suddenly realized it.

"So... you are indeed Sawamura-kun?"

"Ah, yes, that's me."

"...Xingjian, are you sure you didn't find an actor to make fun of me?"

"If actors were paid by the hour, I wouldn't be able to afford that, right?"

Futaba looked at Eriri's determined little face with a slightly incredulous look, and after a moment's silence, she came to a conclusion that even she herself found a little unbelievable.

This child's appearance is indeed very similar to the ace of the school's art club, Eriri Sawamura.

"...I thought things like body shrinkage only existed in fiction."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and experienced it myself, I would have thought that the so-called puberty syndrome only existed in urban legends."

Hoshimi smiled helplessly, took out a bench from the experimental table under the podium, asked Eriri to sit down, and continued explaining with Futaba while leaning against the wall.

"According to you, Futaba, is this a symptom of puberty syndrome?"

"...It's hard to say. So far, the syndromes I know of have causes that can be found within the patient themselves."

Futaba shook her head, walked aside and put down the test tube in her hand.

"Just like you need a power source and a switch to energize a circuit—that switch is like the trigger for the syndrome. But…"

While Futaba was setting up the stand and lighting the alcohol lamp, she looked hesitantly at Eriri, who looked confused and had no idea what they were talking about.

"I'm not familiar with this Sawamura-san, and I don't know where her [switch] is."

Hearing this, Eriri blinked in confusion, while Xingjian on the side grinned in embarrassment.

"Oh my, oh my, Eriri and I aren't familiar enough to know where her [switch] is."

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Sawamura Eriri's body cannot shrink: Chapter 2: Futaba, you will know (Part 2)

"By the way, when did she start to become like this?"

"It was yesterday. It was probably around this afternoon. This guy suddenly shrank, and she couldn't go home in this state, so I took her home first... Wait, why are you looking at me like that?"

Futaba's originally doubtful gaze gradually became intriguing as Hoshimi explained.

"...Although we can temporarily clarify the possible father-daughter relationship between you and Sawamura, but now it suddenly feels like you two have become in a more dangerous relationship in another sense."

Finally, Futaba said this, her eyes narrowed into a somewhat dangerous arc.

"Attacking young girls is not tolerated by the law or society, Hoshimi."

Although he was suspected like this, the boy Xingjian just smiled and waved his hand without changing his expression.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything to her even if she hadn't shrunk, especially not now. I'm not that hungry to the point of being indiscriminate."

"??? Why do you say that as if I have no charm at all??"

Miss Eriri, who was standing by, suddenly raised her head and stared at Hoshimi, feeling very offended.

"anyway."

Futaba put the ground coffee beans into the beaker on the alcohol lamp and carefully looked at Eriri's petite body from top to bottom.

"...Since you, Hoshimi, left Sawamura at your house last night, why is she wearing such a form-fitting child-style dress?"

"Tell me the truth, why do you have a little girl's dress in your house" - such questions are about to come out.

"Ah... that's what you're talking about. My family doesn't have any clothes for girls, let alone little girls—so I was quite troubled at first."

When asked this question, Xingjian was stunned for a moment, and then told the truth with a helpless smile.

"But as I was getting ready to leave this morning, I saw a set of shopping bags hanging on my doorknob - and they were full of brand new changes of clothes for little girls."

"……oh?"

Hearing this, Futaba, who was a little curious, gently stirred the fragrant coffee with a glass rod and raised her eyebrows.

"Xingjian, is there a snail girl in your family? She's so effective, it's considered a supernatural phenomenon."

"It's not some paranormal phenomenon."

Finally having a topic to contribute, Miss Eriri answered the question first, rocking her little feet in children's shoes back and forth on the seat.

"It was sent by a friend of Qing's named Hasaka—at least the note on the shopping bag was signed by her."

Is such that.

Originally, Hoshimi didn't take Hayasaka's words "Contact me if you have any trouble" seriously, thinking it was just a polite remark. But the next day, she received a dress that Hayasaka carefully selected for Eriri and that was a perfect fit for her.

By the way, when you wake up in the morning in the same room with a loli, there is really no such thing as death that can easily make people imagine - all you can see is a lazy person who sleeps extremely badly with messy hair and the whole sheet kicked aside.

Well, fairy tales are all lies. (Wait, I don't think there's such a thing as a sure-kill in fairy tales.)

“Hassaka…?”

After another name she had never heard of popped up, Futaba turned her gaze to Hoshimi with some confusion.

"You... I haven't seen you for a while, but you really have more and more friends."

"Ah, well... a friend in need is a friend indeed."

Xingjian did not deny this out loud, but he did not admit it directly either.

He wanted to tell Futaba directly that Hasaka's true identity was his sister Hayasaka Ai - but now that Eriri was present, he couldn't say it outright.

After all, Hayasaka hid her true self as "Hasaka" in front of Eriri, which must mean she had her reasons.

"Tsk—you obviously just think I'm a pretty young lady."

Eriri's somewhat dissatisfied grumble reached Futaba's ears - she raised an eyebrow because she was particularly sensitive to hearing.

"Hey... a beautiful female friend who shows her true love in times of trouble."

Seeing Futaba's increasingly subtle expression, Hoshimi's face also became a little grim.

"Um, Ms. Futaba. Actually—"

"Nothing, we're all friends anyway—at most, Xingjian, you've never introduced Miss Hasaka to me. Well, I'm not interested in getting to know her, though."

Futaba took the brewed coffee with a nonchalant expression, placed it on the table beside her, and started drinking it as if she didn't care about Hoshimi's affairs at all.

Xingjian then realized that she didn't make it for herself this time.

"Ah this..."

The black-haired boy, who had no way to express his pain, could only maintain an awkward but polite smile on his face, with a hint of wanting to cry but not being able to.

It seems like I have to find an opportunity to let Hayasaka and Futaba get to know each other some other time.

"Anyway, that's all I can do for you—you'll probably have to figure out the rest on your own, Hoshimi. Finding that [switch] means you've found the clue that could solve the case."

Futaba took a sip of coffee, put it aside, and turned to look seriously at the boy standing in front of her with a bitter smile.

"It's Golden Week these days, and we'll have summer vacation in just a few days. I'm not the kind of cheerful person who goes out to play during the holidays. Xingjian, if you have anything else to do, just call me. I'll probably be home."

"Ah, um."

"If something doesn't seem right, don't dwell on it by yourself—I'm usually available anytime, so just tell me when you do."

"……it is good."

Futaba is usually a man of few words but with sharp words.

But now she not only talks more, but also does not hide the concern and worry between the lines of her words.

"…Thank you, Futaba."

Noticing this, the black-haired boy unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and gave her the most sincere smile.

"It's great to have you here."

"—"

The gray-haired girl, with her back to him, was about to reach out for the coffee when her hand froze and paused in mid-air.

After a long while, Futaba continued what she was doing, turned around while holding the coffee - her face returned to its usual calmness and indifference.

"If you're alright, get out now and don't bother me while I'm doing my experiment."

"Eh...are you chasing people away so soon? By the way, aren't you supposed to be drinking coffee right now, Futaba?"

"...If you say another word of nonsense, I'll make Xingjian's butt passively stick up and then actively run into my sweeping kick."

"Haha, alright alright. We'll be leaving first then."

Even rabbits bite when cornered. Hoshimi understood. He didn't intend to continue saying anything that would embarrass Futaba, so he turned to Eriri, signaling they could leave. After a moment's pause, Eriri understood, stood up from the bench, brushed off her skirt, and trotted after him.

"...See you in the stars."

Just before he was about to open the door and leave, Futaba's subtle call made the black-haired boy pause for a moment.

"Well?"

He turned around and looked at Futaba, who was wearing a white coat and had her back to him.

“…………No, nothing.”

After a long silence, Futaba just shook her head silently.

"Please take care of yourself and remember to contact me if anything happens."

"...Well, bye then. Have a happy holiday, Futaba."

Even though Futaba didn't turn around to talk to him the whole time, Hoshimi still smiled and nodded at her back, then pushed the door open and left the laboratory with Eriri.

"………call."

But what he didn't know was.

In front of Futaba, who had never turned around, a bag of green tea was lying quietly in the drawer of the table.

"...What do you mean by happy holidays? I really hate holidays."

A complex emotion flashed in the girl's eyes.

But when the image of the young man smiling and thanking her just now reappeared in her mind, she lowered her head as if she was a little unable to cope with the scene, and her legs in black stockings seemed to be at a loss as she lightly tiptoed on the ground.

"...If that's the case, then this bag of tea will be useless for the entire summer vacation."

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