On a new day, the biological clock ruthlessly woke up every tired worker.

So Uchida Mari woke up.

In the literal sense, the eldest daughter of the Uchida family has just woken up and her consciousness has recovered, but she has not opened her eyes yet.

Oh no, more accurately, I opened my eyes a little, and then I felt the sunlight between the curtains pierced the eyes.

So I closed my eyes again and continued to sleep. I would consider getting up until when the sunlight should not be so dazzling.

Then, the girl who closed her eyes tightly had a bizarre dream in just a short time.

Time passed by seconds...

She remembered that in her dream, she seemed to have been traveling through the time and space tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, she encountered a silver-haired man who looked very much like Olga. His fingers bounced gently, destroying the four walls of light flowing, and then the twist of time and space decomposed her body.

The girl arrived at the place she dreamed of. After a journey, she was inexplicably crowned as the Knight King for drawing out her sword and married the most beautiful young prince to her neighboring country.

The music and music are singing every day, and the music and music are singing every night.

I spent twenty years happily in my dreams, until one time, when the girl returned from the war, she excitedly returned to the castle and rushed back to her bedroom, preparing to replicate the past warm activities, but she never thought of pushing open the door and seeing her friend galloping on the boy...

Facing himself with disbelief, the beautiful boy who was originally cold-looking actually showed a happy and pleasant expression that he had never seen before, and shouted with a black face: "Truth, I'm sorry!"

I woke up from the dream quietly, and the fatigue of my body still in a shallow layer of sleep invaded the spirit that had just suffered a severe blow.

Slowly opening your eyes is not the handsome face that appears repeatedly in your memory in your dreams, but is replaced by a pure white ceiling.

To be honest, Uchida Mari thinks that if that was just a dream, it would be like a dream, but the plot in the middle is too outrageous, and the whole experience is too real...

The air was trembling and cold. Miss Uchida's body was soaked in sweat.

"Naisan! I'm going to be late! This time I'm not talking about it!"

The younger brother outside the door knocked desperately.

Uchida Mari really doubted that he could shoot the door.

"It's so noisy! Shut up."

"I'm very angry when I wake up, and I'll keep you shut up forever~!"

After roaring the resentment in the dream, Uchida Mari couldn't help but yawn. She hadn't slept well recently. She was forced to stay up late last night. In addition, there are mosquitoes everywhere in summer, so the air conditioner is reluctant to turn on for too long.

The girl who was weak and limp due to laziness and distress, lying on the bed in a large shape, instinctively sniffed and let out a long breath without any image.

After playing games all night yesterday, I woke up and my stomach was already empty. The feeling of hunger spread to every cell, making my limbs weak, my eyes dizzy, and my body was shaking and I couldn't get up again.

Anyway, I just don’t want to get up, and I hope Yuma can help me bring breakfast and move the bathtub to the bed...

The girl swayed in the quilt like a dead fish, and finally reached out her hand habitually, grabbed the phone beside the pillow, and wanted to see what time it was.

The strong light on the mobile phone screen made her subconsciously squint her eyes.

It was 7:06 in the morning...it was quite early.

The chat tools and text boxes show a lot of unread messages. When you click in, you will see that most of them are a bunch of announcement messages sent by the broker, which are like small advertisements on the web page. Occasionally, there are a few not announcements. If you look closely, you will see the title that is not explicitly stated. The girl guessed that it should be a mass greeting message.

Don't be too slow. When you wake up, you'll be wet with sweat from head to toe. You have to take a shower, otherwise the strange smell will not let yourself go to bed.

After grabbing my hair, which was probably already in chaos, I walked out of the room door. There was still a noise in my younger brother who was sleeping at 9:00 and 2:00 in the living room.

Uchida Mari decisively chose to help him push on the road of a mature man, grab the position, and turn off the machine that had been operating for nearly twelve hours, and switched the TV to the morning news channel that mature men should watch now.

Then my younger brother, habitually murmured with the girl's preaching, became the last piece of puzzle that constituted the warm morning of this ordinary family.

Walking into the bathroom, he habitually shouted the name of the dreamer. He stood up from the sofa in the living room, stepped on the slippers and asked murderously through the door panel, "He is here again?" The girl remembered that this was reality, she had never even had a relationship.

"No, I'm just chatting." The girl called out, "And I'm in the bathroom, how could there be someone else!"

“…No, y.”

After pondering for a while, Youma actually spoke actively, and his tone was firm, containing the courage to prepare a baseball club to fight the demon king, and he was as angry as a tiger.

"?" The girl frowned.

After washing up, I used a simple light makeup as usual. After breakfast, the girl checked her bag again to confirm that there was no missing anything. While urging Uchida Yuma to go out as well.

Today there are rare major projects to participate in.

Uchida Mari was in a good mood. She glanced at the biological brother beside her who was frowning after hearing the recording staff, and patted her shoulder, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll say in advance. I'll consider making it for you then."

"Sister, I have overheard other people say this many times, but I didn't expect it to come out of your mouth this time."

"That means that the person who said this must be as gentle as me."

"I hope so..." the boy sighed.

"Would you like a gift you want recently?" the girl asked again.

"No, I don't need anything, and didn't my family just buy a few game discs? I haven't finished playing..." Yuma Uchida politely declined.

"What's more, you are the age to save money well now, so keep it for yourself." My younger brother said slowly.

"Oh, you are just too sensible. You should act spoiled occasionally, otherwise you will suffer losses in the hands of those scheming women in the future." Uchida Mari said pity.

"...Haha, Naisan should pay more attention. I'm just afraid you will suffer in the hands of people who seem pure and good but are actually dirty."

Yuma sighed long, then glanced at the prompt light that had already begun to remind the station to get off the bus.

Today he wants to change his set to play a supporting role.

...

"Good morning everyone?"

The recording studio door was pushed open.

Mr. Chihara, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his eyes and flipped his hands to the phone under the butt, and switched his status to the beautiful boy who looked melancholy, but when he held his chin with one hand and looked slightly sideways, the speed of light collected the facial features of the other party, he immediately relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the sofa after being weak, and then revealed the true face of the most despicable group of human beings.

"Tsk, it's you..."

After saying that, he shook his head and showed regret.

“———Who are you?”

After seeing the human appearance of a long time on the sofa that was originally occupied by female users, Shimada Nobunaga immediately looked down at Tokyo time on his phone.

After confirming that, he took a breath of air conditioning, and wiped his eyes without believing in the evil, looking at the person in front of him, as if he was incredible to see something indescribable.

"Can I travel through time? Is this world a collection of Junji Ito comics? Or in Lovecraft's novel? Otherwise, how could you arrive at eight o'clock?"

Qianhara, who sat like an Italian godfather, just asked casually.

"Why are you here so early?"

Logically speaking, there is no one at this point.

"I live nearby, and the subway will be available in ten minutes." Shimada Nobunaga replied.

It only takes a little while to commute to and from get off work, and Qianhara feels that he is being exposed.

"Okay, I understand. Don't stand at the door blocking my view, come in quickly." The boy waved his hand in disgust.

However, Shimada Nobunaga seemed to be wondering whether the other party might be a mimetic slime, for fear that the creature in front of him would suddenly tear the skin and turn into the ultimate tentacle monster.

The man stared at the young man who switched to the business model again, Nobunaga swallowed his saliva, slowly walked into the rest room, and then chose the farthest distance from Chihara and the closest corner at the door.

A few minutes later.

A ringtone broke the literary temperament of this arrogant boy who always looked into the distance, with the sadness like ice and snow in his eyes, close and distant.

"What are you doing? It's this so-called sales call again..."

The boy took out a buzzing mobile phone from under his butt, hung up angrily, and then added a few bits of burden to the blacklist to the mobile phone number he had leaked from.

Then he continued to sweep the ship girl.

Seeing the girl wearing a torn paper on the screen, Nobunaga was sure that this was the real body.

What are you doing? A big change?

Are lazy dogs diligent?

Shimada Nobunaga bowed his head again. He flipped through his wallet and confirmed that he had 100,000 yen in his pocket today. After work at noon, he tied up someone and threw them in his mouth and threw them in a taxi to pay for a witch in the shrine to treat the good brother who was possessed should not be a problem.

"By the way, Chihara, I almost forgot that there is this..." Shimada Nobunaga took out a classic red bag from his bag and threw it to the person opposite him.

"Okay!"

It's high-end candy!

Another long silence.

While the boy was still chewing the milk candy brush, the door was pushed open again.

However, what appeared this time was not a disgraceful existence.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw a woman who felt gentle and charming when she first met. She was wearing a thin short sleeve that was not easy to cause noise-catching, and she was carrying a small bag around her waist.

She looks pretty, with long and slender hair bent on both sides close to her cheeks, and her ponytail braids. She is not very tall, but she gives people the impression of a very dignified girl next door.

"Good morning."

The girl found that two colleagues were already there, so she bowed slightly to greet her, with a kind and friendly smile.
To be continued...