After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

18.

When I woke up the next morning, I picked up my phone habitually, and when I was going to browse the ○ website first, I found that Mr. Zhongyuan had already messaged me back.

[Central Plains]: Ah, my head is on fire...

[Central Plains]: What about your tablemate who can play magic tennis?I think it's easier for him to let me accept it.

I glanced at the time to reply to the message.

03:30am.

Gee tut.

It is indeed a social animal.

If you reply to the message at 03:30 in the morning, Mr. Zhongyuan is most likely not in bed yet rather than waking up early.

I started typing frantically, replying to Mr. Nakahara.

[Has been sent]

[Status: Unread]

Looking at the eloquent essay I sent out, I rubbed my sore thumb joint and smiled in relief.

In this short [-]-word article, I tearfully complained from my unscrupulous parents to the Mediterranean teacher, and complained about Tsunayoshi’s star underwear from the aircraft head discipline committee member.

In a word, men will be silent after reading the content of the article, and women will cry after reading it.

Bringing a writer is really a writer, Shiina Saki.

19.

After sending this short composition to Mr. Zhongyuan, I put the phone aside.

After all, if I wait for a reply, I may wait until the next morning.

20.

I met Mr. Nakahara through this anonymous dating app called HAT.

Make—friend—A—P—P.

Not the kind of app that does weird things in the name of making friends!

It was a coincidence that I met Mr. Zhongyuan in the first place. Seeing that the profile picture of the other party was actually the profile picture of the original orange cat, I pressed the friend request with a trembling hand.

And the other party actually passed the application very quickly.

[Zhong Yuan]: Hello, is it your first time to use HAT?

......

......

There is nothing wrong with this sentence at first glance, but I always feel that there is an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

So I tasted, I tasted carefully, and finally discovered the mystery.

This!

This is the same as [Hi, this is my first time surfing the Internet, is this Penguin space? 】Isn't it the same approach but the same result! !

Omg.

I have added an incredible friend.

An image of Mr. Nakahara appeared in my mind.

A thin and small middle-aged man.

And possibly bald.

21.

Although my first impression was a bit strange, how can I, Saki Shiina, judge people by their appearance!

In line with the principle of caring for the elderly, I talked with Mr. Zhongyuan for an hour and a half.

22.

Mr. Nakahara said that he worked as a manager in a port logistics company in Yokohama.

[saki is not misaki]: Oh!Amazing!Mr. Nakahara must be in good health!

The skinny little old man in my head became a little old man in a suit.

Mr. Zhongyuan said that he usually likes to drink some red wine.

[saki is not misaki]: Wow!Mr. Nakahara has great taste!

The little old man in the suit in my head became the little old man with the glass of wine.

Mr. Nakahara said he likes...

locomotive? !

[saki is not misaki]: Ha...hahahaha...Mr. Nakahara, you are really brave...!

The little old man in his mind threw away the wine glass, tore off his suit jacket, and put on a punk-style leather jacket.

The one with tassels and rivets.

23.

The more I talked with Mr. Zhongyuan, the more I felt that the image of the little old man in my mind was gradually distorted.

Not to mention anything else, can the elderly really stay up until the early hours of the morning every day? !

24.

Although we are both in Japan, I feel like there is a twelve-hour time difference between me and Mr. Nakahara.

We rarely have the opportunity to chat with each other in real time.

It's not so much a chat as we're leaving messages for each other...

25.

However, apart from the inability to communicate in real time, there is nothing wrong with this communication across the screen.

At least I finally found an outlet to vent about this magical daily life.

When I told Mr. Nakahara for the first time that "my tablemate can make the opponent hallucinate when playing tennis", I was very disturbed.

Will the other party treat him as a psychopath?

Still pretending to be a crazy 16-year-old jk on the Internet!

Alas!Maybe he will think that I am actually a dead house uncle!

My whole body became gloomy, and I felt that the soul had already escaped from my mouth.

Fortunately, after 5 minutes, Mr. Nakahara's reply appeared on my screen.

[Central Plains]: Oh, are the middle school students now so good...

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !

You didn't call me crazy!

I rolled back and forth on the bed excitedly, almost crowing with happiness, and then sat up quickly and typed.

[saki is not misaki]: That's right!Not only this!The whole tennis department at our school has problems! ! !

Then I enthusiastically complained to Mr. Nakahara about the magical daily life I have experienced in these years.

The attitude of the other party changed from [the current middle school students are really good] to [huh?This is also a middle school student? 】.

I finally found someone who feels the same as me, and I declare that my revolutionary friendship with Mr. Nakahara has been established from now on!

Sure enough, some complaints just need to be said.

After uttering the words I had suppressed for a long time, I collapsed on the bed contentedly. For some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

26.

To be honest, if Mr. Nakahara was not old, I might fall in love with him.

After all, I've never met anyone who could listen to me so carefully, even if it sounded like bullshit.

27.

Tsk, if you think about it this way, what kind of people do I meet in my life? !

28.

I shook my head and went out with the bento that Aunt Nana made for me.

Inside the bento is my favorite tempura!Sure enough, Aunt Nana is the best.

Oh yes, by the way--

In order to avoid seeing Gang Ji running naked, I woke up 10 minutes earlier than him.

Aunt Nana, who was still working in the kitchen, was surprised when she saw me walking down the stairs in a daze.

"Why did Saki wake up so early today? Isn't it usually the last minute?"

No, don't talk about Aunt Nana, I feel like I've been shot by an arrow.

The corners of my mouth curled up in front of me in a broken smile.

"Because, because I want to go to school... self-study—"

Aunt Nana looked at me and didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with my state.A gratified smile appeared on her face.

"Ah, Saki is really motivated! Don't tire yourself too much!"

I tried my best to control the head that was being drawn to the table by sleepiness, and barely finished my breakfast.

Sure enough, going to bed early can't save the fatigue caused by waking up early.

If only I could go to night school.

Before leaving, I looked back at the window of Tsunaji-jun's bedroom.

Well, Tsunaji-kun hasn't woken up yet.

I didn't work hard today.

29.

I'm so stupid, really.

I only knew that Tsunayoshi Sawada was a sleeper like me, but I forgot that he was possessed by a Saiyan when he was running naked.

I was walking halfway and suddenly heard a childish voice.

"Confess your love with the determination to die!!"

Childish voice + "Must die"? ?This combination should not appear at all!

I turned my head sharply.

Mom.

I must have woken up too early and hallucinated,

Otherwise, how could I have seen the little baby in the suit and holding the wooden bin?

wait wait wait!

It's Tsuna who is headed by Mu Cang, right? !

Seemingly noticing my frightened gaze, the little baby looked over.

"ciaos," he said.

Then he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

30.

I must not have woken up.

It must be like this.

How else could murder be seen in broad daylight?

I don't need to look in the mirror to know how horrible my expression is now.

Anyway, it must be no more twisted than Edvard Munch's cry.

31.

Just as my IQ was slowly recovering and I started to think about whether to call the police or an ambulance first, a scene that I could never have imagined appeared.

A Gang suddenly burst his clothes, revealing the Pikachu underwear inside, and at the same time, a flame burst out from his forehead.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in my heart.

"Desperately, I have to confess my love to Jingzi!"

I saw Ah Gang roaring and running all the way to school.

Trembling, I put back the half-drawn mobile phone, and turned my head stiffly to look at the little baby standing on the wall.

The little baby seemed indifferent to the presence of me as a witness.

He smiled and nodded at me, and disappeared from my sight like walking.

I seemed to suddenly understand something.

This, is this the magical creature that made Ganga a monkey shochu...!

32.

I really am the cannon fodder supporting role in Magical Girl Manga.

After all, a normal baby shouldn't even be able to walk, let alone wear a suit and tie.

Recalling the content of Healing Magical Girl Little ○, I couldn't help thinking.

Am I the supporting role whose head was bitten off, or the supporting role who was disappointed in myself and turned into a villain?

33.

I suddenly wanted to thank my beautiful tablemate who played magic tennis.

If it weren't for him, my psychological quality would definitely not be so strong.

look!There is no wave in my heart now, and I don't even want to laugh!I have completely accepted what I have just seen!

Sawada Tsunayoshi is horse monkey shochu!

It's just that when he transforms, he doesn't change clothes, he explodes!Clothes!

34.

It's the weekend in a few days.

I'd better go to town and find my childhood friend to relax.

And Mori Town is too magical, I need some ordinary daily life to let me feel what is called reality.

After all, I'm just an ordinary 16-year-old jk!