The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Yawning softly, he reached out his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The originally bright blue sky has been shrouded in a dim color, and the returning birds are wandering in rows across the sky.

"Are you finally awake? Then eat this first. This is the first time I've seen you sleep like this. You stayed up so late last night."

The first person to speak was a cute girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, who handed over the bread and milk in her hand as she spoke.

grumble

His stomach growled, and he took the food awkwardly and spoke softly to her.

"Thank you"

Chapter 64 Gogen Hiroki's Spiritual Division

When I regained consciousness, were I feeling happy or excited?

After the club was founded, the first gathering was still held in the coffee shop on Student Street after school. At this moment, Michiru sat in her seat, looking at the surrounding environment with curiosity, and was amazed.

For her, this was the first time she came to such a place. Although she had imagined it in her mind countless times, she finally came here.

Could it be that this dream was formed by my fantasy and obsession with the coffee shop?

A ridiculous thought flashed through her mind.

"Hey, can we start now?" Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of hope. When she went out, she looked at her wallet and was shocked by the bulging banknotes. She felt relieved only after asking her mother and getting the answer.

Anyway, it’s just a dream, so it doesn’t matter. It’s my own money, so I won’t be polite!

With a happy smile on her lips and her calves shaking restlessly, she, no, he was looking forward to the next moment. The excited look even showed on her face, which made Ying Lili beside her complain.

"I just had milk and bread, how hungry can I be?"

"Hehehe," Michiru said, smiling awkwardly and scratching her head.

Although it is peak season, the service in this restaurant is still very fast. The dishes are served not long after we place our orders.

Ha, what a nice dream.

Mango, blueberry, lemon and all kinds of exquisite and generous pancakes and cakes filled up her not-so-big mouth. Michiru chewed the sweet food with a happy look on her face and gently picked up the cinnamon coffee on the coaster and took a sip.

"It feels like it would be okay if this dream stayed here forever." Holding the cup, Michiru sipped gently, a glint of happiness flashing in her narrowed eyes.

Unlike Eriri's surprised look, Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly as she looked at the cup in his hand.

"Hiroshi-kun's taste has changed. Didn't he only like bitter black coffee in the past?"

I vaguely remember the conversation with him on the screen

Because I often stay up late, this smell makes me sober, and the bitter taste makes people feel youthful.

Hey, isn’t youth sweet?

It depends on the person, probably

The conversation ended afterwards. To be honest, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt it was a bit ridiculous. The door to youth had just opened, but this guy was already criticizing in an old-fashioned way.

Could this guy be a chuunibyou? Has he already spent his youth in a fantasy world?

It has to be said that girls’ fantasies sometimes inadvertently touch upon the truth, and often unintentional thoughts are often the most real.

"Eh?" Michiru paused in response to the question, then raised her head with a smile. "Well, it's good to change things up once in a while."

Immersed in the excitement and joy just now, I was too excited when I heard about the coffee shop party in class. When I came back, I had involuntarily come here with them, and I had not yet carefully observed the people around me.

At this time, I looked up at the people around me and found

"Why are they all girls?"

Michiru was mumbling incomprehensible words and blinking her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to be in the ideal paradise of men, with the whole world surrounded by beautiful girls.

"What kind of guy is this?"

Michiru couldn't help but feel deeply curious about the girl named Gosuru Hiroki in her dream. From a female perspective, the relationship between him and them should be friends, but they probably wanted to go beyond friendship and become lovers.

Although this guy looks a little handsome, and he is also very hardworking and slowly flips through the books on the bookshelf. He is also a very successful man with a mother's explanation and a bulging wallet, but how did he survive in the cracks and how did he not get killed by the hatchets and good boats under the prying eyes of so many cute girls?

"In a sense, I'm really amazing."

Paji

The open lips were filled with sweet strawberry cake. The one who made the sneak attack was a girl with a light blue ponytail. Her indifferent eyes showed no fluctuation. Oh, this girl must be the only normal person in the field.

"Eh? Kawasaki, you sneak attack and feed PALY."

"No, I just can't stand an idiot talking to himself next to me."

The girl called Kawasaki took back the fork in her hand, put a piece of cake on her plate and started eating it by herself, no longer paying attention to the angry girl with curly hair next to her.

"Well, it was obviously me first." He looked unwillingly at Hiroshi who had returned to zero IQ while eating sweets. In a sense, not wanting to use the brain when eating something you like is not a problem of the soul but an involuntary reaction of the body.

However, this was the only thing that was consistent with her daily behavior. Although the boy was indeed sitting next to her, she felt like he was a stranger. Everyone present vaguely felt this feeling.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave here today." The first person to take action was the girl who had been sitting next to him but had no sense of presence. Her sudden words made the strawberries on the fork left by Michi fall back onto the plate.

After bowing and apologizing, Kato Megumi slowly walked out of the cafe. Although she was far away from him, the doubt in her eyes became even stronger.

She was sure that the young man in front of her was not Hiroki Gokou, or rather, he was just Hiroki Gokou in a shell.

Because, from the beginning till now, he has never noticed her.

In his eyes, the world does not have her existence. Maybe it is a bit narcissistic, but this situation would never happen to the real Hiroshi, so instead of sitting next to him and making blind guesses, it is better to leave early.

Just treat this as a nightmare. Maybe when she wakes up tomorrow, the familiar him will appear by her side again. With this thought in mind, she was the first to get up and leave.

The atmosphere became depressing. The girls sitting there were not fools. They could clearly feel that there was something wrong with the guy in front of them. Although there was a problem, it was not a big problem.

My thoughts were in a mess, so messy that I didn't know how to face the boy in front of me.

After a while, he was the only one left at the crowded table.

"Are they all gone? What a clever bunch they are."

Picking up the schoolbag behind her, Michiru said with a sigh.

"It's almost time for me to go back."

Chapter 65: Hiroki Gogen is Absolutely Unkillable

In the setting sun, Michiru rode alone on the yellow tram on her way home, quietly watching the passing scenery outside the window. A feeling of desolation and loneliness lingered in her heart.

By this time, Michiru had already taken in the diverse aromas that permeated the city. From convenience stores, family restaurants, the throngs of people, parks, construction sites, nighttime train stations, and even the trains, the scent changed almost every ten steps. She had only just discovered that humans, when gathered together, exude such a potent scent. The scent of her city was even more intense, so much so that even the scenery passing through the car window reflected the breath of life. The buildings stretched side by side as far as the eye could see, their overwhelming mass, like a mountain range, and their seemingly unbearable weight, stirred her heart, which had been slowly calming, to a flutter.

Hiroki Gokura was also one of those people who lived on this street. Looking at the boy reflected on the window of the tram, Michiru cautiously reached out and touched the cold glass. Although the experience was a bit irritating at first, it wasn't that annoying either. After going through this disastrous day together like a comradeship, Michiru began to feel an inexplicable connection with this boy. But if I had to say it,

"For me, this is truly a beautiful dream with a rich imagination..."

When the street lights flickered on, she still thought it was a dream.

Michiru returned home and fell back into the same bed where she woke up that morning.

The whole person was lying on the bed with his back facing up, his legs extended outwards and swinging gently.

So, I had this dream. Isn't it amazing? I'm going to tell my classmates about it tomorrow. I'll write it down and tell them when Ren comes over for summer vacation. It'll be like experiencing the power of imagination firsthand! Maybe I could become a manga artist or something. No, no, I'm not so good at drawing, but I should be able to easily become a novelist, right? I heard Ren has some influence in this area. If I ask him for help, I could make a lot of money and finally rent an apartment in Tokyo with everyone.

While imagining these things with a slight sense of pride, he lay on his back and fiddled with Gokou Hiroki's mobile phone.

Surprisingly clean. Even though there were so many girls around him today, there wasn't a single flirtatious message from any of them in his email. Is this guy a fool? So many beautiful girls around him, but not a single one of them was attracted to him. What a strange boy.

"Yo-ee-ee"

As if remembering something, he put down his phone, jumped up from the bed, and walked straight to the bookshelf by the wall.

“I remember there’s a blank notebook here.”

I was rummaging through the bookshelf and came across a blank notebook this morning. Since it's white, wouldn't it be perfect for writing?

“It seems to be this.”

I pulled out a book that looked somewhat similar and opened it to read it.

"Hmm? That doesn't seem to be it?"

The object selection was wrong, and the white paper was filled with the lyrics and music of the song WHITE.

"What kind of music and lyrics are these? I've never seen them before. Was this guy the one who wrote them?" He stared intently at the lyrics on the notebook. "WHITE ALBUM? What a strange name!"

He lay back on the bed again, holding up the notebook, the music score reflected in his black pupils. He recalled the pronunciation of the music score taught in music class and hummed slowly.

Once, twice, three times, gradually become proficient

She turned around abruptly, took a pen from the table, and lay on the bed. She wrote down the things she had experienced today on the blank page at the back of the notebook. Although there were many setbacks, she had experienced many happy things in the end, such as how lively the city was, how beautiful the girls in the class were, how delicious the coffee and cake were, etc. Michiru wanted to share all of these with Hiroshi with a happy mood. After she finished writing, she yawned again, and suddenly

who are you?

The line of words in the notebook during class came to mind. The image of Hiroki, who had the appearance of Michiru, writing that line of words in her room before going to bed suddenly came to my mind. It was a strange imagination, but it was indeed convincing. I got up from the bed again, took the marker on the table, and wrote on the palm of my hand.

Hyodo Michiru.

Write this line.

Ahhh~ Another yawn. I'm truly exhausted today. The night scene outside, the rainbow-colored water pouring down the showerhead, reflects this vibrant and vibrant day. Even without background music, the world continues to shine. Hiroshi, his face filled with surprise at what she had written, curled his lips and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

"……What's this?"

The crisp bird song outside the window woke Haoshu from his sleep. He pinched his swollen brows and suddenly found the words on his palm. Then he felt a little uncomfortable, which was probably caused by the wrinkled school uniform and tie.

...You went to bed without changing your clothes?

The information on the clock beside the table was different from before. This was one of the rare times Hiroshi had gotten up early since he started writing.

But I didn't feel tired at all mentally.

Didn't write anything yesterday? Didn't fill in any holes? Didn't draw any storyboards?

The expression on his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. Although the club's works would be sold at next year's summer exhibition, Haoshu didn't want to trouble the girls with all the preparations. Why bother others with something he could do himself? But he couldn't go to bed so early in the morning without knowing the reason.

Can I only be more diligent today?

He sighed sadly and stood up.

"This, this, what is this?"

The song I had composed out of random memories and had originally placed on the bookshelf was now quietly placed on the table. On the blank pages behind the song, a diary with no memories was written on it.

Resisting the confusion and awkwardness in my heart, I put the notebook in the drawer. Since I got up so early today, I might as well cook by myself.

Thinking of this, Hiroshi had a helpless smile on his face.

"Eh? I remember there wasn't this vegetable in the refrigerator yesterday. Did you buy it tonight?"

He blinked in confusion, took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, and started working on the chopping board skillfully.

Wash, cut, drain and fry, and in a short while, a series of appetizers are born in Haoshu's hands.

"Brother, why are you so early today?"

The confused voice of her sister sounded softly behind her. Liuli rubbed her eyes and looked at Haoshu in an apron. Her eyes looked through Haoshu to the dishes on the table.

"It smells so good! It turns out my brother's cooking is better than mine."

He raised his nose slightly and said with a bright smile on his face.

"No, no, as long as Liuli likes it."

Haoshu scratched his head in confusion, wondering if it was an illusion. Although Liuli was talking to him, he always felt that she was not talking about him.

What the hell does this happen?

Chapter 66 Gokogen Hiroki and the Chaotic Tomorrow

"Hey, Hiroshi-kun brought a lunch box today."

The pink bun of hair swayed restlessly because of the owner's mood swings, and the brown pupils showed a bit of embarrassment. Yuigahama quietly hid the lunch box in her hand behind her back.

"Well, I got up a little early in the morning, so I had plenty of time and made one." Seeing his friend coming, Hiroshi stopped what he was doing, smiled and said.

As if noticing the girl's movements, he raised his chopsticks and asked, "Want to eat together?"

"Well, I'm welcome then."

After a moment of hesitation, a hint of joy flashed across her face, and Yuigahama answered readily, putting the lunch box behind her on the table and sitting down.

"Can you eat so much by yourself?" Looking at the girl in front of him carrying two lunch boxes, one big and one small, Hiroshi couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"No, uh." Yuigahama glanced at Hiroshi with some complaint, and as if she noticed something was wrong, she changed the subject and said, "Why are you eating celery today?"

She hates celery, likes cats, and remembers everything about Hiroki.