The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Oh, I'm old now. I don't want my old bones to be crushed by the house falling down in an earthquake one day."

The old man smiled and shook his head. At his age, he had long since become indifferent to the cycle of life and death.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Grandpa, you must be this energetic every day."

Looking at Michiru who was looking at him with a worried look on her face, the old man was stunned and patted his forehead and smiled.

"Yes, yes, I am energetic every day. Look at what nonsense I am talking about. I must not have slept well. I didn't sleep well. Hahahaha"

"Huh, come on, Grandpa, you should get some rest too. I'm going to class now. Bye, Grandpa."

"Oh, go quickly, it would be bad if you are late."

The old man smiled and waved to Michiru, then turned around and slowly walked back to the store.

On one side of the shelf, a black-and-white photo of an old woman with a kind smile in a blue frame was hung on the wall. The old woman walked to the photo, stared at it for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

"Old woman, just as you said before, you left first out of willfulness. You must be very happy now."

On the other side, Michiru walked into the classroom with hurried steps, just like usual, as the bell rang. She greeted her friends familiarly and took out her textbooks and notebooks from her schoolbag.

She opened the book and notebook, ready to preview the new content. The unfamiliar handwriting and familiar smell of ink on the notebook touched her senses.

On the white paper, several large characters caught the eye.

who are you?

Chapter 59: The Morning of Hiroki Gogen's Scream

Unfamiliar alarm tone

I gradually woke up from a hazy dream, but I was still very sleepy. Yesterday, I was busy drawing the storyboards for the club's first game, so I didn't go to bed until dawn.

"...Jun...Haoshu Jun."

I seemed to be calling my name vaguely. It was a girl's voice, not my mother's, not my sister's, but the voice of a strange girl.

"Hiroshi-kun, Hiroshi-kun"

A real voice with a crying tone, like the twinkling of distant stars, a lonely and trembling voice.

"Don't remember?"

There was a strong sense of uneasiness in the voice.

But, Hiroshi was sure that he did not know the owner of this voice.

Suddenly the tram stopped and the door slid open

Yes, it turned out that I was on the tram; the moment I realized this, Hiroshi was standing in the crowded tram, and standing in front of him was a girl with wide eyes staring at him, with beautiful long hair, slightly misty eyes, and a body in school uniform, walking away little by little in the crowd of people getting off the tram.

"The name is Michiru."

The girl yelled, suddenly removing the knot that held her hair together and reaching forward. Hiroshi instinctively reached out his hand, a bright purple hue like the setting sun filtering through the dim train.

Standing up from the crowd, Hiroshi reached out and grabbed the color.

Then the girl disappeared.

It should be said that Hiroshi woke up at this moment.

The girl's voice and its aftertaste still lingered faintly in the eardrum.

...Your name is, Michiru?

It was an unfamiliar name, an unfamiliar girl, and the first time I met her, I was acting like I was fighting for my life.

Those beautiful eyes that looked like they were about to burst into tears, the school uniform he had never seen before, and the sad and profound expression as if she was holding the fate of the universe in her grasp. These were all the characteristics of the girl that Hiroshi could recall.

It doesn't seem to be fake.

But it's just a dream, I whispered softly in my heart, although it is very real, it has no meaning

Then, now, the image of the girl in Hiroshi's mind suddenly became clear, he could no longer imagine what she looked like, and the reverberation in his eardrums had also disappeared.

However, the emotional agitation in his heart was still at an unusually high level, causing his chest to feel unusually heavy and his entire body to sweat.

Anyway, Hiroshi took a deep breath.

"...?"

A different sound from his usual breathing rang in his ears. Was he catching a cold?

There was a strange feeling in his nose and throat. The passage for air back and forth felt slightly thinner than usual. His chest felt strangely heavy. Hiroshi looked at his body and saw the bulge in his chest.

"Excuse me?"

The plumpness reflected the morning light, and the fair skin was smooth and shiny. Between the two protrusions, the deep shadow was as deep as a lake.

A deep scar

This was Hiroshi's first thought, and then he immediately reacted.

Is this another dream?

Well, if it's a dream

Rub it.

Hiroshi suddenly thought of this, as common and natural as an apple falling to the ground.

""

Soft and extremely elastic.

The information sensed by the touch and body converges in the brain, and this feeling inexplicably has a sense of reality.

For some reason, Hiroshi's eyes filled with tears.

In past and present lives, he finally felt

He was completely moved. Oh, oh, oh, this is the feeling. It was like a pilgrimage. Hiroshi continued to rub with an extremely serious expression.

How should I put it... Girls' bodies are really amazing...

"Michiru, what are you doing?"

A mature, beautiful woman opened the door to the room where the sound came from. This must be her response to seeing Hiroshi rubbing her breasts.

"You have no idea, this is so real...eh?"

Looking at the woman again, she looked to be in her twenties, with long hair and a plump figure. She looked like a very beautiful and virtuous woman.

"...Michiru?"

Hiroshi pointed at himself and turned to the woman at the door. So, if there were no one around him right now, his name would be Michiru? And who is this stunned woman to me? My sister?

"What are you talking about in your sleep? You are such a fool! Hurry up and listen to your mother and get up. It's time for dinner."

"Mother?"

Ignoring Hiroshi's surprised question, he turned around and walked out the door and spoke outside the room.

"Anyway, hurry up and change your clothes. It would be bad if you come back late."

As the sound fell, the door was gently closed.

"What on earth is going on?"

While muttering this, Hiroshi stood up from the quilt.

But to be honest, I was indeed hungry. Suddenly, I caught sight of the dressing table.

Eh?

Hiroshi took a few steps forward and stood in front of the mirror. The fullness of his chest broke the only button of his pajamas. The loose pajamas fell to the ground with a rustling sound. The half-naked Hiroshi stared at himself in the mirror in a daze.

From time to time, there are a few strands of black, long hair rising up into the sky like flowing water; the face is round and small, and the big eyes are always full of curiosity; the lips seem to have a smile, the neck is thin and the collarbone is deep, and most importantly, the fullness of the chest seems to make such a statement, "Thank you for allowing me to grow to this point"; the outline of the ribs is faintly visible, and all the way down is the soft waist curve.

Reaching out his hand, he saw the delicate and fair girl's hand; he bent his fingers, and pink tinged his skin, which was as white as mutton-fat jade; then he stretched out his fingers and poked, and the girl's cute and delicate face in the mirror sank softly like pudding.

There is no doubt that although I have not really seen it, this is definitely not wrong, this is the body of a girl

The figure in the mirror is none other than Hiroshi himself!

Or "she"

...Girl?

Hiroshi became a girl?

What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, the languid air that had enveloped my body from just getting out of bed dissipated, and my mind was clear for a moment, then confused the next.

I feel like I'm about to cry. Although I have always longed to have a girl as beautiful and lovely as the one in the mirror as my life partner in my two lives, but I love her and I absolutely don't want to become her!

Finally, it was like a final desire and hope.

The girl in the mirror lifted up her pants and peeked inside. Then, like a little hamster that had lost its melon seeds, tears inexplicably flowed from her beautiful big eyes.

Then, the first thing Hiroshi couldn't help but do was to scream.

"My brother!"

Double update completed, good night everyone.

Chapter 60: Hiroki Gogen's scattered daily bits

who are you?

The unfamiliar font, with only a few words, took up an entire page.

"This must be someone's prank." Thinking this, Michiru tore the page of paper and crumpled it into a ball. She twirled the fountain pen in her hand, supported her cheek with one hand, and looked out the window boredly.

In the distance, there are dark green mountains and blue sky with white clouds.

What comes to my ears is the grand singing of summer mountain birds.

Unlike young girls who yearn for a special restless rhythm, this is an extremely leisurely land.

Although gazing at the green hills around, his sight seemed to pass through the barriers of space and descend into the bustling metropolis, where there were bright lights and wine, and young people had more places to release their enthusiasm and happiness, nourishing the seeds called dreams and bearing the stamens called ambitions.

"If there is a next life, I really want to be someone who enjoys city life to the fullest."

In this way, the girl named Michiru Hyodo looked at the blue sky and white clouds and silently made a wish in her heart.

Someone gently pushed her back, bringing her out of her daze and making a sound of unknown meaning.

"Eh?"

"Michiru-san, since you've come to school, it's not good to waste time. Please work hard."

The old-fashioned Chinese teacher stood in front of her with a book in his hand. Perhaps that was what the signal just now referred to.

but

"Okay, teacher."

Seeing Michiru obeying his orders, the teacher stopped paying attention and continued teaching. Perhaps this was due to her good image in the class.

Speaking of which, I haven't formally introduced this girl yet.

Michiru Hyodo has a lively and cheerful personality, a tall figure, and short hair. As everyone can see, she is a very beautiful girl, but none of this matters.

The most outstanding thing about this girl is her unique talent. She is the kind of genius who falls in love with a field and then, as long as she devotes herself to it, she can immediately excel in that field.

Volleyball, drama, basketball

She has set records in almost every area of ​​her interest.

You can naturally persevere in things you enjoy, but you can never stick with things you don't enjoy. Perhaps because of this, her interests change constantly, and she hasn't achieved anything particularly impressive.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this beautiful and talented girl as one who is overwhelmed by countless small achievements.

As something that is closely related to her childhood life, learning is naturally a very easy and simple thing for her. So even if she was daydreaming in class and was noticed by the teacher, she would only receive words of advice rather than any other harsh reminders.

The privilege of being a good student, well, you could say that.

"Hyoudou-san remembered his own name today."

During the break, familiar classmates sat together and talked to relax from the fatigue caused by studying. As an active member of the campus, Michiru naturally had many familiar friends, and she was confused by her friends' teasing.

"Aha? What do you mean?"

Concerned by Michiru's indifferent reaction, her friend came forward and looked at her with bright eyes from a distance of five centimeters from her face.

"Eh... don't you remember?"