[1bitHeart] The closed world of you and me

"Okay~ Is that an arm──huh!? An arm!?"

Probably because the door's attitude was too natural, Nanessi didn't react at first, and nodded halfway through speaking, then suddenly his expression froze, and he raised his voice as if frightened and asked back.

Ah, is that surprising? ...By the way, speaking of the habit of taking notes on your own body, did you develop it later?

Because I know myself very well, I can tell what messy things are in Naixi's head now when I turn my head, so I am not surprised by Naixi's reaction for a long time. It's not like I started having this habit when I was very young.

First attempt at taking notes directly on the body, presumably after a tearful parental 'Cheer up!Let's go to school again Sijun! After almost two years of cocooning at home, successfully entering high school and resuming school at the request, the cause was that he broke the BitPhone because of the pranks of his ex-friends he met in middle school.

Although Men is very good at memorizing numbers—it can’t be helped, because of a certain inborn trait, he has been living in a world surrounded by various numbers since he was a child—but apart from that, his memory for other things is relatively weak. Generally speaking, for subjects with more complex information such as Chinese, history and society, etc., you still need to write down notes for future review. Therefore, before repairing, after being troubled for a while, because I remembered some comic plots I had read in the past, As soon as I had an idea, I tried to take notes on myself, and then waited for myself to repair the function of re-entering the notes in the BitPhone (of course, the notes on my body were washed out after I took them).

It was over like this, but after a certain exam, Men found that the contents of the notes on his body were more impressive than other contents, so after thinking about the pros and cons, he began to take notes on his body frequently , and unknowingly developed this habit──but there is a moderate side effect, that is, he was still willing to endure his innate disgusting traits, and the people who communicated with him alienated him even more. Although he knew that even if this was not the case according to the usual practice, those new friends would probably leave him in the end, but he still had a little regret.

Hmm...Speaking of which, the prototype of the homemade program for the management program was also started to be researched around that time, right?Because writing alone is slow and takes up space, and some words are easy to attract suspicion or misunderstanding, so the idea of ​​converting text messages into "digital codes that only you can understand" began at that time.

While recalling the past, on the surface the door is still as if nothing had happened, nodded as if it was just a matter of course, and said:

"Well, yes, it's not very long, so it should be enough to write—then I'll trouble you."

He showed a gentle smile while talking, and immediately reported a series of numbers without waiting for Nanessi's reaction after the door finished speaking.

Unexpectedly, the door began to read the content to be written down without saying hello, and Nanaisi hurriedly wrote down the numbers on his outstretched arm, and did not continue to ask—and the door knew that after this time passed, Nanaixi I won’t ask any more, whether it’s him now or in the past, if he has any questions or ideas, he will ask them on the spot, but if he misses the opportunity, unless it is a problem that really bothers him or is serious, otherwise This kind of person who chooses to accept it and no longer cares about it.

"It's finished! So what do you want for lunch? Is it also called pizza?"

Sure enough, after finishing writing, Nanessi forgot to continue asking, but instead asked about lunch, and mentioned his favorite pizza, with a tone of anticipation.

"Although it's okay to say, but always eating pizza will soon get tired of eating. Let me think about it, the takeaway shop near here..."

Euphemistically dismissing Nanessi's expectant question—even though he is also a pizza lover, he actually really wants to eat it—, he murmured at the door, and called out the nearby takeaway webpage to look through.

"Hey──I don't want to eat pizza. What do I want to eat? Cup noodles?"

It seemed a little disappointed, but Nanessi didn't say anything, and sat down on the sofa next to the door, looking at the door and asking while dangling her legs.

"Cup noodles? It's okay, it's faster without going out."

Regarding the options proposed by Nainaxi, Men thought for a while, read the estimated delivery time written on the takeaway website, and then simply changed his mind—and he was really faced with many choices. In addition to his special liking for pizza, People who don't have a particularly strong preference for many foods also suffer from choice difficulties.

And as a former squatting at home, when the door rented an apartment and prepared daily necessities, it almost instinctively bought several boxes of cup noodles, so after deciding to eat cup noodles, it saved the time to go outside to buy them. After choosing the cup noodle flavor you want to eat now and pouring hot water, sit side by side and wait for the instant noodles to soak.

"By the way, Brother Men, there's something I've always wanted to ask you—why do you want to bring me, a trash-like dropout, here to recuperate, and take care of me so tenderly and caringly? Not only can't help here, but existence itself is in the way."

While waiting for the instant noodles, Nanessi seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and asked—the tone did not have the gloomy and self-deprecating impression in the words, but a very common and clear voice, with pure doubts .

"Well—speaking of it, what do you think, Nanessi? What kind of person am I, what is my relationship with you, and why did I bring you here?"

After thinking about it, Men, who originally wanted to make up an impromptu reason, paused, thinking that he should first test the effect of his implanted memory on his past self, so he asked instead.

The information he implanted into people he knew in the past is just a very simple impression of "I know this person, he is Aisakamen, the cousin of July [-]". More complicated ones may hurt other people Brainwaves are more difficult and cannot be implanted all at once, so he didn't implant more redundant information—so he didn't know that other people would automatically generate information in his brain after hinting at his settings. What are the various details that the brain made up to be reasonable, or in other words, he didn't deliberately care about or control it.

But in essence, the memory effect of this implanted hint is also very fragile. If the story he made up casually conflicts with the details that the hinted person automatically completes in his mind, there is still a certain probability that it may cause confusion Or let the hint fail--Men didn't intend to expose his identity not long after he returned to the past, so he thought it would be better to be cautious.

"Eh? Well? Well—Brother Men is my cousin. Although I don't have much impression of him, but there is a big difference in age next year, but he has been very gentle and patient in playing with me before. He is a very good person. I vaguely remember the past like feelings It looks very good, but I forgot whether it was a school relationship or a family relationship. I haven’t contacted or met me much in the past few years. I would like to bring me here, probably because my brother is so kind. Help out my useless cousin... Um, aren't you a bit self-righteous?"

The question to the door was a little unclear, but after thinking about it honestly, Nanessi answered frankly.

Ahh, I was 'set' like this in the past.

After a little understanding, the door began to fabricate the 'reason' for the corresponding setting:

"Well, just as you said, we had a good relationship when we were young. Although we lived in school because we were admitted to a school here, and we didn't have time to play together like we did when we were young, but I always I am thinking about you, Nanessi—I recently went back to my hometown for something, and I heard about you not going to school from my relatives, and I also vaguely inquired about the cause and effect, so I was a little worried, so I went to visit. After talking with my aunt and uncle, I came to the judgment of 'coming to a strange place to repair the trauma' without authorization, so after asking for permission, I brought you here, Nanaixi."

The more he made it up, the smoother he was. When it came to this, he felt that what he said was the truth. After a pause, he showed a gentle smile that was a bit nerve-wracking.

"As for taking care of my cousin, I was mentally prepared when I put forward the proposal, so don't mind too much, Nanaixi, just adjust your body and mind at your own pace. Of course, if you want to help me I'm glad I'm busy, but even if it doesn't come in handy, in your situation, keeping you by my side is more reassuring than leaving you at my hometown."

In a way, the truth is also mixed, but the door that didn't make it clear ended the topic, so as not to accidentally say something that shouldn't be said if I made an old mistake.

"Ah, that's it. Brother Men, you are really a gentle person. Even though I don't remember you very much, you still miss me, and you brought me here specially for my sake... ...makes me a little embarrassed."

Seeming to be sincerely admiring, Nanessi laughed with admiration in his eyes, and sighed with emotion, at the same time speaking the truth that was not pleasant to hear with a bit of embarrassment──There was no appearance of doubting the door's statement at all.

'Gentle'... I'm used to hearing the evaluation.But after all, it's me, so I really don't feel sick because of such 'gentleness'.

Thinking about nothing fluctuating in his heart, Men smiled slightly, and did not make any comments on Nanessi's half-sentimental comments.

After eating lunch together (cup noodles with eggs), the door was once again put into the re-production of the 'management program'──plus a small assistant to help.

Said to be an assistant, instead of helping him structure the program, Nanessi is more to help him take notes and help him fill in some repeated codes in the marked places, or occasionally help him serve tea and water. In fact, the notes There were quite a few times when he was serving tea and pouring water. Soon after his arms, his neck and cheeks were also filled with various numbers with red pens. Shocked, but the more I wrote later, the more I got used to it, and I seemed to be addicted to playing. When I was too focused to pay attention to the things around me, I secretly drew a cartoon pattern of a rabbit on the back of his neck.

He didn't notice the rabbit until he took a shower and used the hand mirror to confirm which notes could be washed off first. He froze for a moment before realizing that it must be a little prank by Nanessi.

...It seems that the implanted impression was very successful, and you don't treat me as casually as an outsider at all.

Staring at the Q version of the rabbit pattern on the back of the neck for a few seconds, the door was in a delicate mood, but even if the object was his past self, he was not the person who would get angry because of this level of pranks. After a few seconds, he called out the camera function of the BitPhone to take a picture, and then he dipped his hands in soapy foam and wiped it off, rubbing off the pattern.

It was already late to take a shower. After he confirmed and avoided those notes that still needed to be kept, after taking a troublesome shower, when he quietly opened the door and entered Nanessi's room, he worked with him for a while. In the afternoon, Nanessi, who had taken a shower earlier, had already collapsed on the bed and fell asleep—this is also expected, no matter in the past or now, his physical fitness is very poor. When he was young, it was simply because he was not I'm good at exercise so I don't exercise very much. After growing up, there are various reasons, but the fact that I get tired easily and sleep very much when I have nothing to do has not changed.

Seeing Naixi's pale, defenseless sleeping face under the faint moonlight, which looked like a pottery statue, Men smiled faintly, recalled the image he had saved just now, and then picked up the image from his pocket. He took out the red highlighter, and then his expression was so gentle that it almost made one's hair stand on end--according to the pattern on the image, he quickly graffitied on Nanessi's face.

After the enlarged version of the rabbit pattern was painted on Nanessi's face, the door looked at the results of his labor, nodded in satisfaction, put away the pen and went back to the room in a happy mood.

Even though he wasn't angry──it doesn't mean he won't take revenge, does it?