The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong

The rhythm is simple and the music is clear, reminiscent of the bright and lovely stars in the night.

Kato Megumi gently closed her eyes and felt the joyful atmosphere in the music. The happiness she felt at school added to this happiness, giving birth to an even more pleasant emotion. Is this how it should be?

But

My heart suddenly felt sour for some reason. Why?

I opened my eyes in confusion and saw the boy in front of me bursting into tears for no apparent reason.

"Why are you crying, Hiroki-kun?"

"Did I cry?"

Less than half a year had passed since that April, and the passionate feelings had not faded at all. Hiroki Gokou had forgotten a lot, but his body had firmly remembered that emotion. When he listened to the first music, the original joy was now reduced to sadness that made him unable to wipe away the tears.

"I don't know why I'm crying. It's so weird."

Although she was wiping away her tears, the music kept playing. The surging emotions in her heart fermented and brewed, turning into waves of mist, accumulating, condensing, and slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Sharing happiness with others can make you feel double the happiness, and sharing sadness with others can reduce half the sadness.

But how can we share this sadness if we don’t even know the reason behind it?

You can only bring others into this emotion.

The heart is contracting, spasming, and feeling achy.

“Is this feeling sadness?”

Putting his hand on his heart, the girl Kato Megumi beside him underwent two transformations in just one day.

"Boom"

As the last note fell, the pain in my heart gradually eased, the tears stopped flowing, and the outline of the person in front of me was reflected in my hazy vision.

"Why are you crying, Kato-san?"

"Did I cry?"

The feeling called sadness, moves the heart and condenses into tears

Chapter 56 A New Beginning for Hiroki Gogen and Everyone

In the evening, after school, the number of people in restaurants around the school increases significantly. The smiling proprietress, the clumsy and cute waiters, the heterosexuals setting off flash bombs, and the slightly embarrassed backups sitting aside, this vivid and lively picture of youth is being played out in every corner of the world.

"While I was in the restroom, I felt that the relationship between you suddenly became much better. What happened?" Hiroshi returned to his seat and inexplicably felt that the atmosphere here became much more harmonious. Why?

The table was full of people. They had never even met each other. If there was any relationship between them, they could only be considered alumni. Their superficial relationship brought them together at the same table because of a simple invitation. Even though they had different personalities and even quite different characters, they sat together in harmony like this. One couldn't help but sigh at the magical power of Hiroshi.

Fortunately, his last name is not Zeyue.

Otherwise, the girls at this table would all have maternal glow on their faces while touching their bulging bellies. Should we say this is unfortunate or fortunate?

The way it unfolds is really great.

Although they already knew the reason from Kato, everyone still felt a little jealous when they saw the redness still in Hiroshi's eyes. Don't underestimate girls' imagination. These tears must be shed for a girl, and that girl is not any of the people present.

"I always feel inexplicably angry, this feeling of being looked down upon." Shiyu, whose hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly and whose hair was blown up in a way that defied physics, stared at the rippling water in her hand and said with resentment.

"Don't count me in." Shahi glanced at the girls at the table. It seemed that these guys all had a good impression of that idiot. I really didn't know what was so good about this idiot that deserved so many good girls to like him. The most important thing was that this guy acted like nothing happened and didn't know anything. It was really infuriating.

Seeing that he had just gotten rid of that sad mood, he immediately began to respond to the requests of the young ladies at the table without complaint, even though there were some silly and cute waiters in the store.

What is this, is this addiction to management?

He complained in his heart with a frown on his face, raised his hand and pointed at a photo of a cake on the list.

"I want another copy of this."

After receiving the other party's confirmation, Shahi put down his hand with satisfaction. Although he is such a slow-witted person, he is surprisingly diligent in some aspects. Perhaps it is because of his attitude of not refusing and working hard that makes them like him.

That's right, he's good-looking, has a good temper, is said to be very good at making lunch and doing housework, and is self-reliant and comes from a wealthy family. He's definitely the man of choice for lazy women in the future.

No no no

Shaxi secretly spat in her heart, if she continued to praise him like this, she would be easily embarrassed.

This time I just decided to come here to have a good meal. Well, Saki Kawasaki will eat this guy out of money!

Although he ate the cake in small bites, the cake on the plate disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If she didn't have light blue hair instead of blonde hair with its hair pointing up into the sky, Hiroshi beside her would have thought she was speaking seriously.

MAST Hunger is the enemy.

He smiled and shook his head at his own wild imagination, and as if he remembered something, he no longer paid attention to the girl fighting with the food, but turned to look at Eriri who was stirring the black tea with her chin in her hand.

"By the way, Eriri, are you almost ready now?"

The topic that was brought up proactively drew everyone's attention to the situation between them.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! So cunning." The twin ponytails seemed to be pulled by something and shot straight down, and the beautiful blue eyes stared at Hiroshi with dissatisfaction.

"Why did you choose to say it at this time?"

"Because I just remembered it?" Hiroshi scratched his head awkwardly and smiled apologetically.

"So what's the matter?" Shi Yu, who was standing by, couldn't stand the guessing game between the two and knocked on the table and said.

Eriri blushed and turned her head away, not saying anything. Hiroshi glanced at Eriri and said with some expectation.

"Well, it's actually a promise we made when we were kids."

"A promise made in childhood?" Before the questioner could ask, Yui's voice suddenly increased by several decibels as if she had turned on some strange switch.

After looking at Yuigahama strangely, Hiroki nodded and said.

"When we were little, Eriri and I made a promise that if I became the president of a game company, she would become the original artist for my company."

"So you created a gaming company?"

"No, no, no." After staring at Shiyu who interrupted, Haoshu smiled and shook his head, then took out a thick printed manuscript from his schoolbag.

All I saw was the big English letters "FATE" on the cover.

"This is the game's setting. I've already written the script. I'd like to invite Eriri to join me in the next step. This can be considered the first step of our original agreement."

"Script setting?" When Eriri mentioned the serious matter, she also shook off some dissatisfaction in her heart. Perhaps she also cared about this agreement in her heart. When she was in junior high school, Hiroshi had invited her several times through emails, but she always turned them down on the grounds that her painting skills were not mature. But this time, in front of so many people, Hiroshi made the agreement with her public and took out the work he had prepared long ago.

You can't hide this time. You're so cunning, Hiroshi, you big idiot.

"This script" was taken from Hiroshi by Shiyu, a professional. She flipped through the pages quickly, and soon looked at Hiroshi with a little surprise and admiration.

"How should I put it? As expected of Gogen-sensei! This detailed setting has made a game like this one so exciting that even someone like me who doesn't play games much is looking forward to it."

"Really? Then do you want to join in?"

Hiroshi smiled gratefully at Shiyu's praise and invited her accordingly.

"Eh? Really? Can I come in too?"

"Well, actually, this concept is something I just came up with. Let's just do it under the name of the club for now," Hiroshi said, scratching his head a little embarrassedly. "Actually, we're still in the early stages. Even though it's called a club, it's actually just me, so it would be great if everyone here could get involved."

"But," Yui said weakly, raising her hand, "Is it okay if I don't know anything?"

"It's okay, you can learn if you don't know how to do it. You're at the most resourceful age of your life, so if you really don't know how to do it, it's okay to help with the club's daily activities. Don't worry too much."

Looking at everyone who was interested, Hiroshi gave a thumbs up and said handsomely.

"Also, everyone here will have a share in the sales of the game."

Another bombshell was dropped, and the figure eating cake beside him trembled.

"Although I don't know anything, I'm good at taking care of people. Please take me with you."

Hiroshi never expected that the first person to stand up was Saki Kawasaki, who had been concentrating on eating. He looked at her gratefully, nodded and said.

"OK, first member joins, any more?"

"Count me in. I can still revise manuscripts and write small scripts." Kasumigaoka Utaha is a person who will never let go of things she has determined.

"Well, in that case, I want to join too," Yuigahama Yui raised her hand and shouted enthusiastically with the rhythm.

"And me," Kato in the corner raised her hand weakly. Finally, she had a line. Congratulations, Coca-Cola.

"Okay, the next thing is..." Everyone's attention focused on Eriri again.

Oh, how cunning!

She bit her teeth, glared at the smiling Hao Shu in dissatisfaction, and snorted heavily.

"I can't help it. I didn't agree to join you because I felt sorry for you and you were in need of a good artist. I did agree to join you because I felt sorry for you."

"Hiroshi, I and Busei know several excellent illustrators. Since Eriri is so embarrassed, let's just forget it." Shiyu turned to Hiroshi with a smile in her eyes at Eriri's performance and said.

"Xiaxia Xiazhiaoka Utaha!!! Me me me me"

"Hey, is there anything else that Eriri-san is dissatisfied with? Please let the management know."

“You! Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Looking at the lively scene, Hiroshi sighed with a smile.

"You two have such a good relationship."

"How do you see that we are close, idiot! 2"

"Well, to celebrate the birth of the new club, let's all be happy together." Hiroshi said with a hearty laugh, not minding the two people's complaints.

The previous story ends here, and a new story begins

End of this volume

Chapter 57 The morning when Hiroki Gokogen cried

Nostalgic sounds and smells, soft light and warmth.

Since when did Hiroshi and she, although separated by distance, become inseparable and inseparable?

who is it?

Who is she/he?

What is her/his name?

I have never known, never understood. The only thing I know is that when everything is still intact, the incomparably sweet feeling that once surged and filled my body proves that all this is not a dream.

A spring dream leaves no trace, but if there is a trace, it must have happened somewhere.

With the mood of searching for this kind of feeling.

Suddenly, Hiroshi opened his eyes.

What comes into view is the familiar ceiling.

The faint light of early morning shines through the white curtains into this room filled with its own breath.

Reflecting the only person in the room.

Touching his swollen head, Hiroshi sat up from the bed, sleepiness still lingering on his face, and he murmured softly in a daze.

"It turns out it was a dream."

But is it really a dream?

In just two seconds, the warm feeling of unity that had enveloped my entire body vanished completely. It vanished without a trace, without a lingering aftertaste.

It was so abrupt that almost subconsciously, warm tears fell from my eyes.

These days, when he wakes up in the morning, he starts to cry for unknown reasons. This happens to Hiroshi from time to time.

I believe she feels the same on the other side.

Who is she?

What happened?

Although it was a dream, I couldn’t remember the dream I should have had.

He lowered his head and stared at his right hand wiping away his tears.

A drop of water remains on the index finger.

The dream that just ended made the tears that moistened the corners of my eyes dry up.

Something extremely important, once.