The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Hiranobu didn't quite understand, so he fell into thought. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hina patted him three times behind him, then quickly fled into the bathroom, like a child hiding in the house after lighting a firecracker.

"...Why are you running? I won't eat you."

After saying this, Ping Xin's figure gradually faded and then disappeared.

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Buckle, buckle, buckle

When the knocking on the window came, Ping Xin fell down from the roof and then skillfully climbed into the girl's boudoir: "Next time if you need something, just tell me directly and don't tell me riddles. I hate it most when people tell me riddles."

Although he likes to tell riddles, this does not conflict with his dislike for others telling riddles. It is human nature to be double-standard.

He's not Monkey King. If he had imprisoned the fairies, it wouldn't have been as simple as just eating a few peaches. However, considering he's not a monkey, he might not have eaten the peaches, but instead let Laojun refine the elixir and split the profits 55-. Considering the absorption efficiency and Taishang Laojun's skills, this would maximize the profits.

Welcome to the Science of Immortality program.

Perhaps because she hadn't expected Hirayuki to arrive so quickly, Hina's expression looked a little surprised and unnatural. Perhaps it was because the wind was cold tonight and Hina had just taken a shower, so her body temperature was high.

Thinking of this, Pingxin considerately closed the window, turning this place into a secret room.

Perhaps considering that she had washed her hair once before going out in the morning and once again before returning from the beach in the afternoon, Hina didn't wash her hair again that night. Instead, she tied her hair into a bun. First, she tied her hair into a ponytail and then rolled it into a bun. This way, she could put on a shower cap and wash her body without having to worry too much.

Hina usually wears her hair long and flowing down her shoulders. Unlike most men who visit the barber shop once or twice a month, all the beauty-conscious Eastern girls are regulars at the salon. He found it hard to imagine why he would spend money once a week just to get his hair cut 2-3cm shorter, but now he understands a little.

Beauty is priceless.

The girl in front of him, dressed in a thin white nightgown, remained standing there, motionless and silent. Ping Xin could clearly see the water droplets on her neck sliding down her collarbone and into her décolletage. He could even see hints of flesh and other colors through the wet white fabric...

"Go to bed."

Hiranobu's eyebrows twitched, as did Hina. But Hina didn't resist, perhaps because she was used to obeying orders from her role as producer and idol.

"Wait."

As she stepped one foot onto the bed, Hirashin called out to Hina and placed a hand on her shoulder.

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The sweet voice of a (nearly) 16-year-old girl was suppressed in her mouth. Under Hirashin's actions, Ichikawa Hina could only utter a few unclear syllables from her throat. Her body temperature rose, her consciousness blurred, and she felt so comfortable that she felt like she was flying into the sky -

"...Okay. After the massage, get some sleep so you don't feel tired tomorrow. It wouldn't be a good idea to sneak out and get caught."

After massaging her shoulders, thighs, calves and feet, Pingxin opened the door and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. The cool breeze brought by the air flow made Hinana, who was feeling hot all over, feel better, and she gradually regained her consciousness which had just soared into the sky.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds, followed by the sound of water running from the faucet.

Wait, did he go wash his hands?

Hinana suddenly felt a little unhappy because she had scrubbed herself very carefully when taking a bath just now!

Chapter 55: Bedtime Story

When Pingxin returned to the room, he saw Hina lying on the bed with a pout on her face. Her two smooth legs, which had just been massaged, were moving restlessly left and right in the air, as if she was eager to stretch herself.

I started exercising as soon as I recovered my strength. Young people nowadays are in really good health, Pingxin thought.

After performing a trick of pulling the blanket away while still holding it, Hirayuko covered Ichikawa Hina with the entire blanket. Her pouty little face peeked out from under the covers, then quickly turned to look at the wall. Anyone could tell she didn't want to talk to him any more.

"I'm leaving..."

Ping Xin was about to leave after saying this because he was not a monkey, otherwise he might have been more interested in Hina's rosy little face.

As soon as he turned around, Heishin felt someone pulling at the corner of his clothes. Needless to say, the person doing this was Ichikawa Hina. Even without turning around, Heishin could imagine her stretching her hands out from under the quilt, supporting her body with half of her body hanging in the air, perhaps like a cute little seal.

But her belly isn't that round...at least not now.

"...What's wrong? Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

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Seeing her eyes sparkling like a little girl holding her beloved doll, Hironobu already knew the result even without Hina saying it.

Never mind, this is fine. It's been a while since I told someone a bedtime story like this. I'll just treat it as a rehab for my "brother power"...

Is my brother alive?

Ping Xin paused for a moment as he was tucking the corner of the quilt. The person who could mess with his mentality the most was always himself. He could tell whether the matter was serious or not, but he had no idea whether the person was serious or not.

"Water~"

Under Hinana's surprised gaze, the water cup on the table flew over by itself and landed precisely in her hand.

You don't think I'll feed you?

The two looked at each other for two seconds before Hina began to drink the water in small sips. It took her several seconds to finish half of it. Under the expectant gaze of the former, Hirashin sighed and moved his fingers to put the cup back on the table.

"Anything you want to ask?"

"All."

As expected... Ping Xin felt a headache for the first time in a long time.

Different stories were needed for children of different ages and types, but Ichikawa Hina wanted to hear only one type of story: the story of [Hira Nobu]. Although he had known about her unprecedented story for a long time, Hira Nobu still felt troubled when he heard the word "all".

After mentally deleting about 30% of the inappropriate plots for children, Ping Xin began to talk about his life from kindergarten until his family traveled around the world.

"Stop~!...Skip this part!"

Are you changing the channel on TV?!

Most of the stories before kindergarten were mundane and trivial, but Ichikawa Hinana listened with gusto, stories she had never heard before. During this process, Hirayukoshi also re-examined his own experiences, and some of his past doubts were answered differently from his current perspective. It could be considered a mutually beneficial relationship.

But just as he was saying "Continuing from the last chapter, the family's plane landed at...", he was interrupted by Hina, who said that he could read the book that Hirayuma had mentioned before and not waste time continuing with the rest of the story.

As Pingxin's mouth twitched, his attempt to embellish his story with the story of his years-long adventure failed, and he had to start telling the story of him and Xiao Xiao after they came to Tokyo...

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"Is it really okay to tell a story while using your phone?"

When most people listen to a story, they would ask questions about the content instead of complaining about me, a poor guy who has to work and coax a little girl to sleep in the middle of the night, right?

"...Split thinking, or parallel thinking. I can use this ability to temporarily create multiple personalities to work for me."

A true capitalist wouldn't even spare himself, and even Hina was shocked. Not only was she impressed, but she was also terrified.

"Is this okay?"

"What is split off is just a pseudo-personality... It's like partitioning a computer hard drive. You can divide it up as you like within certain limits, but the total amount remains the same."

Heishin gave a good example, but whether Hinana could understand it was another matter.

The authentic God of Hell splits his own spirit and then creates a powerful new personality through understanding a person. The advantage is that he is really strong, but the disadvantage is that he is prone to schizophrenia and kills himself.

However, Ping Xin's inferior gun version of the Hell Warrior is different. Although he also has a split mind, he is not actually schizophrenic.

The original version is like installing and running multiple systems on the same computer at the same time, while the ordinary version is like multiple threads running simultaneously on a computer, which is fundamentally different.

After all, there's no other strong person in this world (those with magnetic field powers are called strong), and there's no magnetic field master who's on good terms with him, so even if he wanted to split, he'd have nowhere to find one. In comics, splitting a personality isn't called crazy, it's called stupid.

The Pingxin version of the Hell Warrior isn't completely useless either. In battle, he can break down his thinking into offense, defense, support, and other specific areas. While his combat prowess isn't as uncanny, powerful, and unstoppable as the original Hell Warrior, he can still coordinate with Pingxin's forces. While the original is superior in combat, the Pingxin version is undoubtedly more practical for office work. Perhaps we could call it the "civilianization" of the Hell Warrior?

Although he was telling stories and working on his phone at the same time, Pingxin actually had at least one virtual personality running in his head. Otherwise, what would he do if someone suddenly attacked him?

If the stand-in is slacking off, then I will create a new stand-in!

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Obviously, the purpose of bedtime stories is to help people sleep well and have sweet dreams, but Hiranobu's stories became more and more interesting, making Ichikawa Hina even more energetic. In the end, she didn't even lie down, but leaned against the headboard with a pillow behind her waist to listen to Hiranobu's stories.

"Does Hirashin-senpai like that girl named Liyin?"

You're asking this right after finishing the Isekai arc? What about those terrible and disaster movies, especially the shark series? What about the monsters in Godzilla's world? What about the humor in Baki x Umamusume's world?

"I like it." Although the desire to complain was growing in his heart, Ping Xin still answered honestly.

"What about the others?"

"I like it too."

"That's it..."

After the nonsensical conversation, Hinana closed her eyes and thought, then soon fell asleep. The pointer on the wall had already reunited and separated at the 12 position, and even a new round of pursuit had already begun for a while.

"Happy birthday..."

After whispering a blessing in her ear, Ping Xin wanted to leave, but he didn't know when their hands were already clasped together, and they have not separated since then.

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This is really daze.

Chapter 56 The Curtain is About to Rise

Sunday, August 3, sunny.

Ichikawa Hina's birthday——

After 8:30 in the morning, the sun shone on their buttocks. Pingxin rubbed Hinana's face to make the latter open her eyes in a daze. After she pulled her hand away to rub her eyes, Pingxin wanted to disappear like the little mermaid in the sunlight, but was caught again.

Should I just teleport or run through the wall?

But when Pingxin was thinking about how to escape, he was pushed from behind and hit twice with a drum. Is this considered sexual harassment?

Pingxin turned around and found that Hina had half of her face covered by the quilt, with both hands grabbing the edge of the quilt. And from his experience, it seemed that it was the latter's bare feet that "attacked" him just now.

You just wanted to keep me, but now you are in a hurry to get me out. Are you so tough after lifting your skirt?

Ping Xin poked her forehead in some confusion. He didn't know why he suddenly felt disgusted by Hina. He looked down and didn't feel the physiological reaction that a normal man might have in the morning. So what was the reason?

"...without makeup."

Hinana, who had been stared at by Ping Xin for a long time, finally came to her senses and said these two words reluctantly. Ping Xin nodded and then walked out through the wall. If she was not wearing her plain face, he would definitely chase her and ask her questions.

But you were clearly wearing no makeup after taking a shower last night, so why are you suddenly concerned about it now?

On second thought, if there were still saliva marks on my face, eye mucus in the corners of my eyes, and a bad taste in my mouth, I definitely wouldn't want to see anyone. Respecting each other is also a very important part of social interaction.

Thinking of this, Ping Xin, who had not been far away, turned back instantly and even said hello politely. Of course, it would have been better if he had knocked on the door instead of the glass.

"Actually, it would be enough if her bare face also became more beautiful, although I think Hina is already very beautiful now."

When it comes to beauty, you can always trust women's interest in this area. Hina, sitting on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt and asked in a muffled voice, "So what should I do~?"

"Uh..." Ping Xin paused before answering, "It requires a special massage method."

Now that he was planning to limit the flow of ripples, this method of transmitting ripples through physical contact was a good choice. However, it would be awkward for two people to just lie close together and do nothing, so he took out his best massage technique.

Although he initially studied the modified Fist of the North Star for the purpose of killing moves (to appear cool), Hirayuko has been persisting in exploring the human body ever since then. The theoretical basis for the "limb reattachment surgery" like that of the celebrity Himari comes from this.

Pingxin waited for two or three seconds but didn't hear any reply. He found that Ichikawa Hina was laughing at something. Didn't the massage last night prove my strength?

I'm the man known as the Little Prince of Massage (only for Heishin families)!

After laughing under the covers for a long time, Hina finally spoke up, "Like Enka-senpai~?"

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Ping Xin's first reaction was: Sure enough, she knows everything. His second reaction was: How many new cosmetics, clothes, and desserts would it take to bribe her?

"...What did you say?"

Ping Xin immediately turned on the "selective deafness" mode, otherwise he felt that sooner or later he would become like the protagonist in the NTR work, being coerced every day, and living a life of nothing but pleasure...

Something seems wrong?

Hinana looked like she was going to try to negotiate, but when she leaned in close to hear Hirayuki, all he heard was—