I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

After watching him leave the coffee shop, Eriri pouted and sat down.

I thought they were coming to pursue me, but it turns out they were here to sell me products!

What kind of phone is this? Is it some kind of artificial intelligence device?

It's no wonder Eriri thinks that way. Calling her past self is ridiculous; it's simply impossible.

But if you could create a program that simulates your own personality and character, making you feel like you're talking to yourself, that's not unrealistic technology.

Japan has never stopped researching and developing robots, but most of its artificial intelligence is just artificial stupidity.

Does this person mean they want to ask their parents for investment, or something else?

"A nationwide chain of izakayas, address..." Eriri was speechless when she saw this business card. What on earth is this?

She packed her things, intending to throw them in the trash can.

But as soon as she picked up this so-called phone, she was involuntarily drawn to it, as if it possessed magic.

Hmm... how about giving it a try?

There was such a voice in her heart.

It was a gift from someone else anyway, so trying it out won't cost any money.

No, that's not right. It's a second time I have to pay, fifty yen.

Let alone her family, for her own income, not even fifty yen, let alone fifty thousand yen, would make her frown.

She turned on the phone using the normal operating procedure.

The prompt above simply asked her to select a time period; there was no mention of any artificial intelligence settings.

Wait a minute, isn't it really not that simple to confirm this?

She decisively chose a day and a time to make the phone call.

beep, beep, beep...

Hello, who is this?

Is that really my voice?

Out of curiosity, Eriri covered her mouth and the phone with her hand and whispered, "You're wearing a mature look with black lace today..."

"Huh? Huh? A perverted stalker? Or is he the guy Mom hired to play pranks on me?!"

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Eriri was stunned for a moment; this was exactly the same as her normal reaction!

This thing... this thing is used to hypnotize people?

"Weren't you the one who came three days ago...?" Eriri showed no mercy to her past self.

beep……

He's dead already?

This thing is kind of weird, isn't it? If it could call people from the past...

Is this thing real or fake? Based on the information we have so far, we have no idea whether it's real or fake!

Hypnosis program, or a goofball hired by mom?

She believed that, given her mother's personality, she might actually play a trick on her like that, just to tease her.

After all, something terrible had happened in the family a few days ago, and everyone was quite down, especially Eriri, who had never seen anything like it before. Now, because of the death, she didn't dare to go home.

It's not impossible that Mom would try to cheer me up because of this.

Even if I asked her, she wouldn't admit it...

Eriri's pupils contracted slightly; she suddenly felt a new memory appear in her mind.

On that day, which I remember very clearly—the day I wore the wrong bra and was laughed at by my mother—I think I really did receive a strange phone call!

What's going on? Is my memory getting messed up?

One more time!

Just as she was about to dial, she noticed that the prompt this time was to put fifty yen in.

Eriri curled her lip in disdain. "You'd accept fifty yen if I gave it to you?"

Unconvinced, she placed a fifty-yen coin above the phone screen.

Then, something completely baffling happened: the coin seemed to have disappeared into the phone!

She quickly looked left and right, then shook the phone—it really was gone!

What the hell is this?

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

This is unscientific!

She tried again, then called at a different time: "Hello?"

"Hello, who is it?"

The time interval between this call and the last one was a few days, so she should remember me. But now I'm calling during a family banquet, and I would definitely answer the phone then.

"Phew, you might not believe it, but I am you from the future."

"I don't want to go to the banquet anyway, so you can keep making things up and I'll try to believe it."

"Let me put it this way, I'll tell you a secret we both know: we actually like Aki Tomoya."

"Who would like that guy! What a weirdo!"

Snapped.

Beep, beep, beep.

Eriri silently stared at her phone.

This thing is definitely fake, right? Absolutely, right? I don't even know myself, saying things like that...

Did I say that?

Sometimes, you are the one who knows yourself best, but you may also be the one who knows yourself the least.

Calling your past self is really difficult to convince the other person, unless you're revealing something so private that only you would know it.

Eriri is too embarrassed to talk about that kind of privacy!

Now it seems that this unscientific thing actually makes sense.

Eriri is currently conflicted, trying to figure out how to regain her trust.

Thinking about how much trouble it was to gain her own trust, Eriri really wanted to travel back in time and kick herself.

Can't you just listen to me properly? Can't you be a little easier to fool?

Seriously, how do I convince her to believe me?

Just then, a figure sat down opposite Eriri: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing!" Eriri quickly hid her phone.

The person in front of me had long black hair, wore a white headband, a blue coat over a light blue dress, black stockings, and white high heels.

Her figure is much better than Eriri's, both in height and build...

The two women each have their own unique looks; Eriri leans towards cuteness, while the woman in front of them leans towards mature sexiness.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, do you walk without making a sound?" Eriri ground her little tiger teeth.

"I called you over specifically when I came over, but your eyes were drawn to your phone. What's wrong? Did you find some interesting doujinshi, or did that guy ask you out? Or maybe an agency thinks your fangs are nice and wants to shoot an ad for you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her eyes at Eriri.

This guy is so old and still so unreliable. He's staring blankly at his phone. What is he thinking about? Is he trying to ruin that guy's confession?

It's been so long, and you still haven't let go?

Thinking of this, Kasumigaoka Utaha also took out her phone and casually sent an email.

On Sunday evening, remember to play badminton on the designated slope, the legendary Detective Slope...

Bring speakers and stuff, and play Exodus.

She sent another message to someone, reminding them to find someone to test the game all night on Saturday night so that he wouldn't be in good shape the next day.

After doing all this, she put her phone back in her bag as if nothing had happened, and ordered a coffee.

She knew perfectly well that she had no chance, but she still wanted to cause trouble.

Some inherent traits cannot be changed with age.

However, she has matured a lot and is no longer as reckless as before.

"You're the one who should be filming those kinds of commercials." Eriri put her phone away and said to Kasumigaoka Utaha, "That guy is going to launch his all-out attack this week. What are your thoughts? You like him so much, you definitely won't just watch him confess, right?"

"You expect me to do things I wouldn't dare to do yourself?" Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at Eriri: "I'm not that bored. I've already let go of that."

"Hmph, I wonder who it is that's still in contact with me after we went to university." Eriri stirred her coffee with a spoon.

Kasumigaoka Utaha said with a strange look, "After high school, the two of us had very little contact with him. That guy would rather choose online dating than choose me. My mind was on my writing."

"Who isn't?" Eriri stopped what she was doing. "However, this time he's actually confessing to me. Don't be surprised when he confesses to me!"

Eriri squeezed her phone, feeling a bit more confident.

She had originally planned to give up, but this matter remained a thorn in her side.

She's a homebody; even after going to university, she had very limited contact with men, especially since she worked incredibly hard.

In a place like university, she didn't like to reveal her homebody nature, so she didn't have many close friends.

"Huh? He confessed to you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but find it a little funny. "Are you still half asleep?"

"Tch, believe it or not," Eriri said proudly.

With this phone, everything is no longer a dream!

By the way, this only allows you to call yourself. If it were the official version, would it be possible to call someone from the past?