The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Well, it's not good to be picky about food. You should try something you hate occasionally. After all, you can't stand still, right?"

Even celery can be cooked deliciously by Hiroshi. His change from dislike to change was a gradual process. Yuigahama wasn't by his side. Her eyes narrowed gently, like a sleeping cat, as she picked up a piece of celery, chewed and swallowed it, a friendly smile on her face.

"Want to try it?"

"Hmm?" Her soft lips, smeared with lip gloss, shimmered slightly. Her neat teeth bit her chopsticks as she looked down at Hiroshi's bento, her slender legs swaying nervously. "Then I won't be polite."

The birds chirped lazily in the afternoon. A gentle breeze blew through the white curtains, and a golden halo of light seeped into the classroom, bringing a sense of cleanliness, foreshadowing a peaceful afternoon.

Of course, it might have been even better if there wasn't a being suddenly standing in front of them, emitting black energy.

"Good afternoon, Eriri. Have you had lunch yet?"

The girl's body is like soft marshmallow, and her golden hair is like the sunshine in a summer afternoon, so hot and dazzling that it makes people feel ashamed of themselves.

"Yeah." She crossed her arms and legs, puffed up her little face and looked at Hao Shu with a scrutinizing look.

“…What does this mean?”

He couldn't help but shrink his head when he was looked at by that gaze. He quickly finished the last few bites of his lunch box and spoke while cleaning up the mess.

"What happened to you yesterday?"

"Me yesterday?... That can't be true!" Recalling the same description given by my family at home in the morning, it seems that what was written in the diary in the white album is also true!

"So, what's the point?" He completely ruined the good atmosphere, and now he's acting clueless. After all, it's the club's first gathering, so can't we have snacks? His tone was slightly discontented, and even the air around them seemed to freeze slightly.

She leaned forward slightly, motioning for Hiroshi to explain, not only because of some strange behavior in the cafe yesterday, but also because of her dissatisfaction with waiting in front of the phone screen for a reply from him at night.

What on earth was going on? Hiroshi knew clearly that this couldn't be a conspiracy. But what had he done before he realized it? He paused, a bitter smile on his face.

"No, no, that, really, I can't remember..."

"what?"

"You may not believe this, but I really don't know what happened yesterday. By the time I came to my senses, it was already this morning."

At this time, I can only tell the truth. Hiroshi has never been good at lying.

"Sleepwalking?" Yuigahama beside him asked with her head tilted. She probably knew that Hiroki was a man who would not lie, so she believed him wholeheartedly.

"No, I don't think so."

Thinking back to the name that appeared on my palm when I opened my eyes in the morning, who exactly is Michiru Hyodo?

Is it a person's name?

So who is she? And who is this guy?

Hiroshi's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Oh, right." Since the explanation doesn't make sense, let's change the subject. Hiroshi knows what Eriri is focusing on right now.

"I've asked Teacher Jing to be the club's instructor. The college has also approved the activity room. Let's start the assembly after school this afternoon."

"Really? Are we going to play together again?" Yuigahama, still an optimist, spoke happily. It should be said that she is very good at observing people's expressions and knew that she should talk at this time.

"Well, the club is about making things together." Although he knew that Yuigahama had good intentions, Hiroshi wanted to say that this was a serious club and playing was just a side thing.

"Eh? That's right, sorry, sorry."

She stuck out her tongue playfully, and the atmosphere between the two became harmonious again. Looking at the two people in front of her, Ying Lili's mouth twitched. Wouldn't this be a waste of effort?

While talking with Yuigahama, Hiroshi caught a glimpse of a figure behind him who was silently looking at the scenery outside the window. He turned around and said with a smile.

"See you in the activity room after school, Kato-kun."

The girl whose name was called was obviously stunned and could not utter an incomprehensible mumble.

"Eh, me?"

"Yeah, are there other Kato-sans in this class? Remember to come, Kato Megumi-san."

Their eyes met, and at this moment Kato could clearly see his own figure appear in his eyes. The real person was here, it was yes, him.

So, what happened yesterday? Kato narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that things were not that simple.

Hiroki doesn't understand, Yuigahama doesn't know, and Eriri doesn't understand.

Looking at the boy with a gentle smile, Kato nodded gently and agreed. There must be something interesting going on behind this. After knowing each other for so many years, you appear in Hiroshi's body like a ghost. What exactly is your face?

The ordinary life is like a still pool of water that is splashed by a small stone that suddenly breaks in and gradually becomes turbulent. Will it be calm or turbulent? Isn’t this unpredictable future the most interesting?

Discover the problem, think about the cause, find the solution, and implement the solution. Mr. Gogen Hiroki, I will be the first to unravel your secret.

A girl named Kato Megumi once again strides forward in exploration. What will the future be like?

Hiroki was comforting the angry Eriri with a smile on his face, and was also daydreaming in his mind.

Who is Michiru Hyodo?

Chapter 67 Gokogen Hiroki and the Club Get Back on Track

White powder fell from the air due to friction, and then the blackboard was hit by a strong palm.

NEW GAME！

Seven English letters and eight characters caught the eyes of everyone present.

Lazy Hiroshi didn't want to waste too much time even thinking about the name of the club, so the name was simply NEW GAME.

"What a concise and clear name! Is this the final conclusion you've reached after racking your brains for several days?"

Her face was indifferent and she always had a calm expression, but underneath this indifferent face her soft lips always uttered embarrassing and confusing words, such outspokenness and inappropriate venom.

Long, shiny black hair; her face, defined by her almost unchanging expression, is that of an objectively beautiful woman.

This is the number one big sister of this club, the leader of the copywriting and scripting forces

Kasumigaoka Utaha.

At this moment, the big sister's small leather shoes were restlessly tapping the ground, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, seizing Hiroshi's sore spot. Although it was clearly a question, it carried a hint of hurtful meaning.

"Well, a club's success depends on its work, not on whether its name sounds good or not. As long as the work is interesting and people like it, it will become famous even if the name is only for the general public, right?"

"The problem is that this has gone beyond the ordinary."

The senior who wanted to say something more was silenced by Hiroshi's STOP gesture with his crossed hands. She smacked her lips in dissatisfaction and turned her head away tactfully.

"We'll discuss the name separately, but the most important thing is to grasp the main quest."

He took out two printed A4 papers from his schoolbag and handed them to Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri beside him respectively.

"I've already completed the character design and plot outline. The remaining details and CG production will be left to you two."

Faced with Hiroki's seriousness, the staff room, which was originally filled with some quiet discussions, immediately quieted down. Looking at the two people who began to read carefully, Hiroki nodded with satisfaction and said to Kawasaki Saki and Kato Megumi on the other side.

"I'll leave the financial budget and contacting the manufacturer to you two. Sorry for the trouble."

"Well, leave it to me."

"learn."

"Since no one else is responsible for BGM and programming, I will be in charge this time. As for Yuigahama..." He looked at the girl with bun-haired hair who looked eager to try with a headache. What can this girl do?

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll just help you out." Perhaps sensing Hiroshi's gaze, Yuigahama smiled awkwardly and waved her hand.

"Is that so? Thank you for your help then."

Yuigahama is as considerate as ever.

"It's the same FATE from last time. As expected of Hiroshi, you complete it so quickly. Sometimes I really want to pry open your amazing brain to see what's the difference between you and us."

After quickly browsing through it, Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded with satisfaction, put down the information in her hand and said.

"Please forgive me for this one thing, Master Shiyu."

Putting his hands together, Hiroshi pretended to be scared and said.

"I originally wanted to take over the position of character designer from you, but after seeing your work, I admit that I was completely defeated." Eriri, who was standing next to her, also finished reading the information in her hand and said with a frustrated look on her face.

"Let me see, let me see," Yuigahama said as she approached Eriri and stretched her neck. "Oh, so cute!"

Yuigahama leaned forward and said with blinking eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, take it over here and have a look. You're pressing on me." Eriri, who was touched by the two obstructive objects of the girl in front of her, glanced at her dissatisfiedly and shouted.

The idea that you'll get bigger by the time you reach high school is a lie, damn that cellulite.

At this moment, Eriri wished that someone from the club would run in and give her some care and comfort. She looked around and it seemed that except for Kawasaki, who was not much different from her, the other girls were far behind her.

Damn it

For no apparent reason, a heavy sense of frustration arose in my heart.

A bottle of milk suddenly appeared in front of her, and she saw Kato walked behind her and looked at her with a hint of pity.

He raised his head angrily, grinning and showing his small fangs.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, but I just feel like you need this right now. This is papaya-flavored milk. I think it might help."

"Hi Hi"

Hiroshi clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but Eriri, please finish the storyboards on the above pages. I'm going to make a trial version on my blog as a warm-up." He took a deep breath, stood up, and scanned the people in the room. "Everyone, let's create a unique game together. I, we will become unique beings!"

"Because, isn't it because we are different that we are able to come together?"

With his arms open and his chest spread wide, Hiroshi spoke with passion overflowing on his face.

At this moment, Hiroshi was different from his usual lazy self. He showed a confident charm from the bottom of his heart. His eyes were as deep as black holes, as if to absorb everyone's gaze.

One can't help but think that what one is willing to do for the boy in front of them is worth it.

Although the days in summer are long, they are finally shrouded by night.

Try your best while you are young. Isn't youth supposed to be full of energy and vitality?

Because it's Hiroshi, I can understand.

With the sweat of youth, this incredible time like a dream passed quietly. As if to dispel the confusion in the heart, they never stopped, creating, reviewing and revising. Now that they have said such passionate words of youth, they can't fall behind. At this moment, everyone in the club centered on Hiroshi, Shiyu and Eriri have put all their efforts into starting their own efforts.

This feeling of unity and working towards a common goal was experienced by everyone for the first time, but it was not a bad feeling.

Not sure if it was because of excitement or happiness, Hiroshi's heart felt like it was about to burst because of the new beginning for tomorrow and their hope for the future.

Dong dong dong

This is the beginning of blood filling the blood vessels and causing them to expand.

The clacking sounds of typing and the rustling sounds of painting, as well as the whispers of Kato and Kawasaki, Yuigahama served tea and water and helped prepare snacks and drinks, everyone doing their job, and this orderly feeling was completely different from yesterday.

"Well, that's all for today. Thank you everyone, and keep up the good work tomorrow."

He bowed gently, with a calm expression and a faint smile.

"See you tomorrow"

Chapter 68 The tangled threads of Gokogen Hiroki

"Yeah, I had a good dream."

I lazily sat up from the bed, stretched, yawned and thought to myself.

"What is this?"

Starting from the palm of my hand, there are so many unfamiliar and anxious scrawled notes.

Michiru, who are you? Who are you?

The writing was done in the thickest marker possible, almost in an offensive way, from the palm of the hand to the elbow.

"Michiru, what is this?"

Mom was already standing in front of the door. Michiru responded with an expression that said, "I still want to ask what's going on."

The mother also had this expression.

Forget it

"I didn't touch your breasts today. It's time to eat! Hurry up and get up!"

Michiru watched the door slowly close behind her, stunned. She watched her leave, still dazed, her mind still fading. "Eh, breasts? No touching today? Huh?" Suddenly, she pictured herself happily rubbing her own breasts.

This...isn't this perverted or something!