Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Vibrant True House table.

Lately, there's been a lot of laughter in the house.

Needless to say, the advancement inspired me.

Shizukuishi and Yudo had the same class and got to know Kirasaka.

I met up with a troublesome junior and let the student council join me in the flow... I feel like I've been living a darker life than most of my life in the last two months.

Until last year, there will be more central figures of nature and school around me that should have been cold.

What an animated development.

Back to back with the situation around me, I always think about it.

I can't live these days forever.

Relationship changes are updated daily.

I often hear that a favor graph falls sharply to the right in just one word.

In a word of mine, I can't even throw away the possibility of buying the objections of Beautiful Lusaka and Shizukuishi and being hostile in an hour.

Whether the situation I've just been put in is happy or not...

That is very different in terms of personal values.

People who prefer to be in constant contact with people and those who prefer one person.

I'm overwhelmingly the latter, but I've been a little too busy for me wanting to have quiet days.

In the futon, I want to sleep and live quietly...

As soon as I told the story to Maple, the dream gave up a few years ago since he turned his cold gaze on me.

I don't want my brother or sister to hate me.

Family matters, this is absolute.

"Is it delicious, brother?

With a slightly more sumptuous dinner in front of me than usual, that's what Maple has been asking.

It's been a long time since my mother has enjoyed her daughter's hand cooking happily in front of me, and I have a sister who smiles at her like that and looks at her.

Other times, two beautiful girls reach out to the dish in front of them in the same way.

I pick one fried chicken out of my liking and carry it inside my mouth.

Yeah, yummy.

Suddenly, after my mother was due back, the flavor was well embedded and I preferred it.

"... delicious"

Just one word, that's what I answered.

Has that satisfied Maple, or reaches out to cook himself?

"Maple's food is really delicious! Tell me the recipe next time too"

"Yeah, I'd love to hear it from you too."

"Pleasure! Let's cook together next time!

Shizukuishi and Kirasaka are totally forgiving to my family.

Normally you're never supposed to, but the smooth conversation between you two is above all evidence.

Still something catches my head.

Is it uncomfortable or questionable...

Is your mother back just to see me and Maple?

I don't think the real reason has been told yet.

I think Nico and her smiling mother are anticipating the air.

Flattening most of the dishes for five, Maple's special coffee is behaved during a short meal break.

Only in the meantime, my mother opened her mouth as everyone quietly enjoyed the coffee.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to talk to you."

I cut the story out like I couldn't tell you anything.

Is it because there is Shizukuishi or Kirasaka, or is the content not good for me in the first place?

Mother went on to tell her that she was just listening and waiting for the end of the story.

"Are you interested in getting married?

"Boo!

The coffee flows backward not only from my mouth, but also from my nose.

... dirty, plus my nose hurts just a little.

Asking me about my desire to marry doesn't make a funny joke inside for Mummy.

But the women react slightly to this one word.

All three of them were doing the trick of shaping their hair with a hand mirror to see where they had taken it from.

Where were you hiding it?

"Nothing."

Clarify and tell yourself that you don't have the will.

The story of this hand is that if it is properly misleading, it will be difficult later.

Sources are cartoons and lanobes.

If I had responded appropriately, a few days later, a matchmaker would have come to the house! What a few developments I have seen.

but my mother went on like this.

"I want you to marry the girl that you like, too, so it's okay!

"... I can't see the end of the story"

I don't think there's anything to talk about.

My mother talks to me like I know something.

"Is that it? Didn't your father tell you?

Wonderfully pinky mother looks at the maple as well.

But the maple was also on the maple doing something about it, and the question mark was coming up over my head.

"Dad didn't tell you... Actually, there was talk of a matchmaker."

Matchmaking. What's that tasty?

I can't believe it's a match, albeit formally.

You probably did enough to catch my dad upside down, didn't you?

It took more time than surprise to understand the meaning of the word.

It's hard to understand your head, even if you suddenly say you're seeing each other.

Silent time spreading into the living room.

Me and my mother stare at each other and I can't look at the other three.

Because I can't hide any more surprises now.

But in this day and age, I didn't know a real pageant existed even though I wasn't married.

That's what I was thinking with my head starting to calm down.

Apparently not at the moment in the finalisation, but assuming this is a joke about a real match, how do we get away with it?

There's someone I like, or actually someone I'm dating, I don't care what a liar you are.

Around three women shaking their bodies with crocodiles beside a brain conference about the worst.

All three of them were shaking their bodies with a rugged look that wasn't strange whenever they exploded, like a volcano on the verge of an eruption.