[Pseudo Japanese Entertainment] Boyfriend Gacha

?I had a dream.

In the dream, the editor-in-chief of the magazine angrily threw the manuscript in my face, saying that what I drew were all fictional stories that I had never personally experienced, which could not resonate with the readers at all, and told me to get out of the weekly manga magazine and never use it again. To tarnish the reputation of the magazine with unpopular manuscripts.

I cried and asked the editor-in-chief, I can change any part of my painting that is not good, I can reset it if the character design is not good, I can be more detailed if the plot is too empty, and I can learn other people's style if the painting style is too clear, But the editor-in-chief just threw me away and left without looking back.

Leaving me alone in the same place and crying until my own eyes can't see clearly, crying until someone asks me, I can't say a word, crying until the whole world is dark, that's why I'm so slow Tenten opened his eyes.

I realized that I had a nightmare, and even in the dream I was painting. Sure enough, I really love this career, right?I think, I probably really is a strong woman.

I got up and got dressed, went to the bathroom and took a shower. At this time, I didn't realize that there was something wrong, because I had completely forgotten about the gastronomy, and there was indeed no one else in the bathroom.

After I washed up and changed into my sports gear and was about to go out for a run, I suddenly smelled the aroma in the kitchen.

I have the illusion of a world away.

I remember that my boyfriend Ai Fujioka, who I twisted out for the first time, also prepared breakfast for me reluctantly in that small kitchen.

Shaking my head, shaking the memories of the past out of my mind, I decided to save this suspense for myself until the end.

So, I didn't go to the kitchen, and I didn't find out who the gastronomy was, I just walked out the door.

All the uncles and aunts on the road greeted me and said, "Little girl, didn't you come out with your boyfriend today?"

I thought about it, but I wasn't sure who the boyfriend they were referring to was Yamabe Tomohisa or Takura Tadakashi, after all, I've run with them the most.But, that's all in the past.

When a person is running, the brain is basically in a state of emptiness, so I just think about it like this. I have thought about every gashapon, and I have also thought about the attitude of my parents at home. I don’t regret that I went back so much There are so many twisted eggs, just because, I am probably destined to die alone forever.

It’s not that I’m pessimistic and desperate, but now I think there’s really nothing wrong with being alone. At least, I can talk to myself, and I don’t have to accommodate other people’s bad habits, and I don’t have to tolerate other people’s values.

I knew my thoughts were extreme, so before I knew it, I ran a big circle and returned to my door.

Whether it's good or bad, it's time to face it.

It would be a lie to say that I don't look forward to it, God knows how much I want to twist out a Sakurai Sho, or Ikuta Toma.

But as the doctor said, the more you try to twist it out, the more impossible it is.

I think I should probably have no illusions.

But, how could there be no fantasy.

The way home was a lot longer for no reason. When I opened the door, I was still greeted by the smell of food.

I smell it, it's French toast, the rich buttery scent is unreally sweet.

"I'm back." Facing the seemingly empty room, I said the line I wanted to say the most in a long time.

The answer to me was actually the line I had been waiting for for a long time.

"Welcome home!"

This voice was definitely not Sakurai Sho, nor Ikuta Touma.

So here comes the question, why is he a red gashapon?

I turned my head and saw a very cute smiling face.Yes, with a cute smile, fair skin, every expression looks like he came out of a cute manga, I think I already know who he is.

So, I immediately asked, "Is your name Chiba Yuta?"

But the boy who looked exactly like Chiba Yudai just smiled and shook his head: "No, my name is Chiba Nobita."

It turns out that the doctor's naming system has evolved?After evolution, the order is reversed, right?However, is there any direct connection between Chiba Yudai and red?

I have no doubt that at this time, in order to increase the sense of CP, I should immediately change my name to "Jingxiang", but unfortunately, I can't call XX Shizuka in my life.

"Hi, I'm Mimi." I said my name honestly.

"What a cute name!" When Chiba Nobita laughed, he could just see one of his canine teeth. It was cute and cute. From the beginning to the end, he exuded an aura that wanted people to bully him.

"Xiaomei, from today onwards, give me a lot of advice!" He winked at me, it's too bad, I really want to bully him.

But I know it's not right.

Ok, ok, give me a lot of advice.

Now I want to point to his face and pinch it, is that okay?

Of course, no!

I have a very serious question in mind.

"Is Chiba younger than me?" After all, I am a 31-year-old woman.

"No, I'm already 27!" Chiba Nobita pouted, I don't know whether he is deliberately cute or naturally cute, but it's just as cute as it is.

"But I'm already 31!" I scratched my head, although I didn't want to admit it, but time is not something that won't slip away if you don't admit it.

"Really? Is Xiaomei actually 31? It's a lie, she looks at most 20 years old!" What he said seemed very sincere, yes, it didn't look like he was perfunctory or just saying yes bad.

All I can say is, he's so talkative, I really don't know what to answer.

"Anyway, I'm very glad to come to Xiaomei's house, and I will take good care of Xiaomei!" He still smiled and swore confidently, that I really have no power to resist.

So, I decided to try my best to get the gashapon problem back on track. Didn’t I always do this every time in the past?

"What is Chiba doing now?"

"I'm a glasses maker." His eyes flooded like a galaxy, "I've made all kinds of lenses!"

This profession sounds quite serious, but it may be disliked by those three aunts and six wives who don't make enough money, but what does it matter!As long as I feel good.

"That's it, it's amazing." I really think that everyone who makes money by hand is amazing, so I really admire him for being able to love his profession at such a young age.

After being praised, he suddenly came over happily and took my arm, "Great, Xiaomei didn't look down on our profession. Next time, I must make Xiaomei a pair of unique glasses in the world!"

I probably imagined the so-called uniqueness. Sure enough, my imagination is limited, and I can't think of what it would be like to be unique.

"Ah! The breakfast is cold, Xiaomei, let's eat it!" He bounced back to his seat in an instant, and said "I'm starting" vigorously before starting.

It's nice to be young!

This is my first feeling.

However, I also began to worry, can I really hold this young man who is younger, more energetic, and more optimistic than me?

In fact, 27 years old is not young, but, to me, he is just a child.

forget about it!

My empty stomach doesn't allow me to think about other things, whether it's a relationship between siblings or an optician, it's my own choice anyway, isn't it?

If you really can't make it to the end, then please let me enjoy the one-week trial period before signing the contract.

After all, this is what I swore, the last Gacha.

After breakfast, although I feel that he is the one who cooks in a humanitarian spirit, then I should do my part in washing the dishes.

However, Nobita Chiba refused to let me do the dishes.

He made a lot of sense. He said that God did not create girls to let them wash dishes. Girls should dress up beautifully and happily do what they like.

I thought it made sense, so I started drawing again.

I am very afraid that the scene in the dream will become real, so I draw very carefully, I care about every detail, and I choose every word of dialogue, because I don't want my drawing to become a waste draft, I don't want to let Become a useless piece of wood.

Hehe, I wasn't so lucky to meet a male director who opened a shop. Even if I did, I would send it back early in the morning.

All I can do is to strive for self-improvement.

Yes, self-improvement.

I continued to draw and draw, and I didn't know how many pictures I drew. Anyway, all kinds of waste paper piled up at my feet in a big pile.

Of course I don't pay attention to these things, I continue to draw, draw and draw, and when the next piece of waste paper is about to be produced, I look down, and all the previous rubbish is gone.

Then, I saw Nobita Chiba was sorting garbage seriously.

I heard him muttering: "Tomorrow is garbage collection day, these, these, and these can be thrown out, well, this one seems to be useless, I'll ask Xiaomei again later if she needs it." Well, ah, there is this one, it seems that it can be remodeled, let's keep it for now..."

I feel that at this second, I seem to be the winner of the patriarchal society.

I am working hard, while my future boyfriend is cleaning up the house virtuously. This is a treatment that many people cannot envy.

Because I am very grateful for this hard-won happiness, I work harder and concentrate on painting my works, because I don’t want to disappoint the man behind me, although I think I can’t read it on his always smiling face Disappointed or angry.

I don't know how long I've been drawing, but when I raised my head again, I happened to meet Chiba Nobita's eyes.

He showed a cute and gentle smile, and made a "come on" gesture to me. I saw his little canine teeth again, and I seemed to have the motivation to continue to work hard in an instant.

Hey, having a little boyfriend seems pretty good.

It's just that I don't know what I should do to make Chiba Nobita feel that it's actually pretty good to have a girlfriend like me.

I know that if you really want to fall in love, it must be mutual. ?