The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

He pushed the figure in front of him away with some discomfort, and nodded slightly in response.

“…Hmm.”

The girl who was pushed away didn't show any angry reaction, but just continued to stare down at Michiru and reiterated.

"Really?"

"Ah! I can't remember what I said! What's going on?"

Michiru knocked on the table in dissatisfaction and glared at the girl in front of her. Her aura exploded and the two sides switched positions.

"...It's because you forgot your desk and locker yesterday. Your hair is a mess and you haven't tied it up, and your uniform knot is undone. You look like you're in a bad mood."

Michiru's friend answered her question clearly and concisely, recalling what happened that day while speaking, with a happy smile on her face.

Just as the person in front of her had described, Michiru imagined herself like this in her mind.

……Eh?

"Hey hey hey hey! Are you lying or are you serious?!"

Sure enough, this imagination is too terrifying. Although she has never experienced it personally, Michiru believes that she still cannot go out in such an unkempt image.

"It feels like Michiru has lost her memory from yesterday."

Sitting on the stool, lifting her feet slightly and kicking them in the air, her friend said with a smile, shaking her slender white legs.

My Memories of Yesterday

I tried to recall the sound, and hurriedly searched for my memory. But...it was really strange, I just couldn't remember what happened yesterday.

No, I do have some fragmented memories.

Is that... a strange street?

The person in the mirror... is a boy?

That's all I can recall.

This is probably the clue to memory.

But she didn't have any memory of what happened to the Michiru they were talking about.

What on earth is going on?

Whoosh, whoosh, the grand chirping of summer mountain birds came from the blue sky outside the window. The melodious sound formed a sharp contrast with the girl's anxious mood at the moment.

"Hmm... I seem to have some very strange dreams... Dreams about other people's lives?... Hmm, I can't remember clearly..."

Since I can't figure it out, I can only use dreams to explain it all.

probably

"Hey, Michiru, you were really a little strange yesterday." He looked at the figure in front of him worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?" his friend said.

"Hmm, something is really wrong... Is it really because I didn't get enough rest..." Michiru rubbed her swollen temples with her slender fingers, closed her eyes and adjusted for a while.

"Yes, it's probably because you didn't get enough rest! Michiru, please don't stay up late all the time. It's not good for your health."

"Well, there are a lot of things."

He responded with a slightly stiff smile on his face. Although he said this, the doubts in his heart became even deeper.

The inexplicable notes in the notebook, the strange things that happened to her yesterday as described by her friend, and all the seemingly insignificant little details gathered together.

What is behind this mystery?

Huhuhu

The sound of flowing air came to my ears.

Putting the hair behind the ears, I shifted my gaze to the trajectory of the wind. The green mountains and blue sky in the distance were still transcendent, peaceful and tranquil.

Looking at the daily life that was like a pool of water, Michiru murmured softly.

"The wind is blowing."

The wind rises, creating faint ripples in the still water.

Chapter 61 After Gokogen Hiroki wakes up

finished.

Time slowly pointed to three o'clock in the morning. Hiroshi slowly stood up from the computer in the middle of the night. Today's workload was completed. He was almost finishing this month's volumes according to the outline. As an ordinary coder, completing two volumes of two books every month was still too much for Hiroshi, who was still a student. So he had to code until late at night every day, and then get up early in the morning to attend classes.

Perhaps this is what is called the working people who sleep later than ghosts and wake up earlier than chickens.

Hiroshi was just as diligent today, and he pointed at the Totoro stuffed animal next to the table.

"Thank you for your hard work, buddy. You have always been with me."

He picked up the water cup on the table and drank the full glass of water. Whenever Haoshu wrote too late, he would always drink a large glass of water before going to bed, so that he would not be too sleepy to get up the next day, because the swollen bladder would make you jump out of the bed with full energy, which is better than any powerful alarm clock, but it doesn't give people a good feeling.

He clicked Save with the mouse and closed the computer. Looking at the computer slowly shutting down, Haoshu took a tired breath.

Originally, this month's workload was almost completed, but due to club matters, he had to make the pre-sale PV by himself without the help of other technical personnel. Thanks to his hobby of staying at home in his previous life, he had so many skills that he could use.

The silent night sky is dotted with stars, and the moonlight gently slants down on the land of Chiba like flowing water. Faintly, the sound of cicadas mixed with the gentle roar of the air-conditioning chassis can be heard in the ears. The rhythmic noise is not loud. Personally, this low-decibel noise does not disturb Hiroshi. On the contrary, it helps him sleep and prevents him from falling into the wild thoughts caused by thinking about the plot.

However, after staying up so late, no matter how many thoughts you have, they will be washed away by the physical fatigue.

However, apart from bringing some fatigue, this kind of life also makes Hiroshi feel a sense of fulfillment and makes him feel his own existence, even though the only one who has been accompanying him is a little chinchilla.

Having said that, it seems that Hiroshi is the only one who chats all night long with friends who can't sleep because of troubles, accompanies those who are crying because of sadness, accompanies those who are sick in the hospital, accompanies those who are in the dark and hugs them tightly. Perhaps when helping others, one can also bring a little warmth to his own life.

At least that's what Hiroshi thinks, that these warmth can keep him away from the haze and make him a kind person.

The good and evil he believed in were not static, but constantly changing places and positions... and balance itself was good.

Therefore, what Hiroshi hopes for in life is to maintain the status quo and maintain balance.

Then the equilibrium was broken.

After a day of hard work, he lay down on the bed exhausted. Not long after, he felt sleepy and fell asleep in the dark world with his whole body relaxed.

In the early morning, I felt an inexplicable bloating sensation in my lower abdomen, but I was so sleepy, really so sleepy. I listened to my friend and went to bed early last night, so why was I so sleepy?

And I didn’t drink water before going to bed, so why do I feel like a volcano is about to erupt?

This feeling, this sourness will not make people unable to stop.

Rolling around on the bed, in a daze

"it hurts!"

My back hit the ground. It felt like I fell off the bed. It hurts... eh?

When? Why am I sleeping in bed?

With this doubt in mind, Michiru Hyodo opened her eyes.

What my eyes fell upon was an unfamiliar room.

A completely unfamiliar room.

"Where is this?"

As I whispered, I suddenly felt a heaviness in my throat. I instinctively reached out to touch it. The moment my fingers touched the hard, bulging throat,

"Uh-huh?"

The sound that flowed again was unusually low, and my eyes moved and temporarily fell on my body.

...gone.

The unfamiliar shirt fell flat and smooth all the way to the abdomen.

The deep scar and the two Mount Kilimanjaros that made him proud of his peers are gone.

And, in the lower half of the body that stretched as far as the eye could see, something was emanating from there, a strong sense of presence that was even more incomparable than the sense of incongruity caused by the absence of the two giant peaks.

……What's this……?

Carefully, Michiru Hyodo reached out her hand towards that part. The moment she touched it, the skin and blood all over her body stiffened at that point.

...This is... ...This, could it be some organ?

The feeling where my fingertips touch is hot and scalding.

how to say

It would be more appropriate to describe it as a behemoth. Well, in a sense, this thing is really powerful.

Subsequently

The hand touched it.

His face was burning red, and the electrical signal from the extremely long radiating arc finally reached the nerve center, and he almost fainted.

I couldn't help but feel the swelling in my lower abdomen. Luckily, the room had a private bathroom. Desire overcame reason, and I rushed to the bathroom, nearly fainting. I pulled out my penis and, closing my eyes, begged the gods I believed in, praying that this nightmare would end soon.

But

It seems like I drank a little too much water last night.

The blush on her face was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.

Hold it and shake it

He walked to the sink weakly, holding on to the wall, and looked at the figure in the mirror dizzy.

Who is this man?

In the unfamiliar bathroom, at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Michiru Hyodo's soul stared at Hiroki Gokoro's eyes.

Figure in the mirror

The bangs, slightly covering the eyebrows, aim for a 6:4 ratio of trim and natural. Unyielding eyebrows and large, gentle eyes. Despite being a boy, he has a very rosy mouth—hmm, he must look great when he smiles. And with a strong neck, he's a very sunny and handsome boy.

Well, at least in that small town Michiru hadn't found anyone more handsome than the boy she saw in the mirror right now.

"Is bro up yet?"

Suddenly, a pleasant female voice came from a distance, making Michiru shudder all over, Brother?

"It's time for breakfast, hurry up and get up"

Then there was the sound of footsteps.

“So he’s already up.”

The bed in the room was empty, and the white light from the open bathroom door revealed the whereabouts of the room's owner.

A petite girl appeared at the bathroom door and looked at Hiroki, no, now Michiru, whose face was flushed red.

Asked with a puzzled look.

"Brother, are you sick?"

This chapter seems to be a little dirty, but it seems okay. What do you think?

Chapter 62 Gokogen Hiroki is a little weird today

The gentle whisper was filled with deep concern, and the eyes like black pearls reflected her shadow as dark as ink, no, it was his shadow.

"Brother, are you sick?"

"no no no"

The thoughts in her mind gradually became clear. She decided to just muddle through first and then slowly figure out the matter. With this in mind, Michiru spoke.

"Really? Are you okay? Don't force yourself in front of me."

Faced with such fervent concern, is this what family love is? They truly are close siblings. He sighed at the bond between this body's owner and his sister, then waved with a slightly stiff smile as he emerged from the bathroom.

"it's okay no problem"

Perhaps because she could see that her brother seemed to be inconvenienced at the moment, Liuli didn't argue too much and nodded silently, turned around and walked out of the room, helping to close the door on the way. Just as she was about to leave, she turned around and said to Haoshu.

"Brother, come down and eat quickly after you finish cleaning, otherwise you will be late for school."

Seeing Ruri suddenly turning around, Michiru shuddered and responded subconsciously.

"Oh, I know, thank you."

After watching the door in front of her finally close, Michiru sat down on the floor as if she had lost all her strength.

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