Another string reel from Bandoli

Anyway, no one would have thought that he was just an ordinary high school freshman who was a little smart and mediocre.

I kept the channel on TV Tokyo which was still broadcasting cartoons as usual.

Xianjuan Gan collapsed on the sofa, feeling relieved.

This time he was really in trouble. He had never expected the densely packed black iron city to appear. With the tools he had at the time, he almost got caught there.

That is completely beyond the expected level of AI intelligence.

Although he did have one last trump card. Never mind, he couldn't rely on that.

He turned the screwdriver with one finger, and the pointed end rotated in the air, forming a circle. When it stopped, the tip of the probe was pointed at the coffee table.

A brilliant blue light swept across the iron fist on the living room coffee table. After a hissing sound, the originally smooth, steel-colored fist became round and fluffy under the blue light, revealing its true form—a dazzling muffin...

The almond slices and chocolate chips on top were replaced by exquisite jewels, decorated with various rare gems and sparkling diamonds...

Well... I didn't expect this.

Does a gourmet wallpaper have this function? Can diamonds also be considered food?

The creator himself didn't think it had this ability.

"Wow! So beautiful!" Asuka Toyama's attention was attracted by the fist-shaped muffin.

She broke off her pinky finger, and the heavy gemstones on the muffin, which had a texture somewhere between cake and bread, began to fall off because of this action.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I moved without permission." Toyama Asuka apologized to Xianjuan who brought muffins.

Xian Juangan waved his hands, indicating that he didn't care: "It's okay, it's okay. It's just a gift of comfort delivered to your door."

"Is it really possible? These look so expensive." Asuka Toyama picked up a fallen pink diamond, her heart filled with excitement.

"It's just the spoils dropped by the wild boss. Anyway, I can make as many of these synthetic minerals as I want." Xianjuan Gan looked at the synthetic product of about 7 carats, which should be Fancyintense quality and no different from natural minerals, and spoke bluntly without understanding human nature.

If it were based on the original proportions, it could probably be enlarged ten times.

"But the muffin should not be eaten. There may be other smaller diamonds mixed in it. Fortunately, Xiao Ming discovered it first. I don't really want to enter the body of my uncle and aunt to remove the minerals they have eaten." Xian Juangan took out a magnifying and reducing light from his bag and aimed it at the muffin, shrinking it to the size of a palm.

He stood up and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

"Ah..." Toyama Asuka felt a little regretful, holding more than ten gems in her hands.

"Xiao Ming, if you like these gems, I can give you a bag tomorrow. What kind do you want?"

Xianjuan Gan asked Toyama Asuka in a strange way

Toyama Asuka quickly waved her hands and said, "Ah... no need, no need."

"Well, diamonds without certificates are worthless. If you want them, just ask. How about gold? If possible, it's easy for me to synthesize some gold," Xianjuan Gan joked, although he could indeed synthesize gold if he wanted to.

To be honest, he really has a gold machine made using Shlop Star technology. It only needs to add 71 protons to the oxygen atoms in carbon dioxide to produce unlimited gold.

Doesn't anyone want to experience giving that duck a gold coin bath?

Those who have experienced it can clearly say that it hurts when it hits.

"Really, there's no need. My sister brought in enough gold artifacts during her summer vacation a few years ago... Mom and the others thought you guys had looted a museum. They were horrified when you came home that night with a sack of gold jewelry. Later, my sister assured us that it wasn't taken from any modern person, so there wasn't a big commotion at home."

Asuka Toyama looked panic-stricken, and even her room was now decorated with a gold claw necklace made of amethyst beads that her sister had forced upon her.

"...That place can be considered a museum if you round it up. It's okay. I disinfected it before your sister and Ako and the others separated."

"well……?"

Asuka Toyama wondered if she had missed out on a movie theater because she hadn't taken the trip that summer that she won through a lottery at the Toyokawa Group.

"Don't worry about it, look, today's Doraemon is going to be broadcast."

"Nissan...Aren't you the real-life Doraemon...Why do you still like watching this anime?"

"? Really? Although the props I imitated were mainly based on that childcare robot, I think my positioning is actually more like the protagonist of the Qi-Rei Encyclopedia."

"what is that?"

I feel truly sad that the new generation doesn't know the charm of the old manga "II Neighbors" (三溜岜陾晓). Even though I'm only one year older than Asuna.

Although I was locked in a cheap apartment when I was a child, apart from the memory library, the only things I could read were the few volumes of Doraemon comics given to me by the little girl next door.

The Doraemon special program that was rebroadcast this week also ended with everyone shouting and yelling excitedly like a child.

"Really? That's troublesome. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble, Kasumi." Toyama's father was the man with the lowest status in the Toyama family in the kitchen. He walked while answering the phone and apologized to the other end of the phone in a servile manner.

"Uncle Toyama, what trouble has Toyama Kasumi caused again? Do you need my help?" Xianjuan Gan noticed the commotion and turned around to ask.

"It's okay, it's okay. Kasumi is staying overnight at a female classmate's house tonight." Toyama's father emphasized the word "female".

There are still two mushroom clouds floating in the sky outside. Although I didn't ask, it's obvious that there is only one person who could have done this.

He was afraid that Xian Juangan would mess up and bring some deadly weapon to his house, which would affect his commute to work the next day.

He didn't want to be sent to work tomorrow with the cannon stored in the backyard utility room because he was about to be late.

Although I was really envious when I read comics as a child, I couldn't bear it when it really happened in reality and I became the victim.

"Little Liver," Hushan's father said with a serious face as he sat in front of Xianjuan.

"Oh, is this what you want? Sorry, uncle, this is all I have left, enough for two weeks."

Xian Juangan pulled out a suspicious-looking packet of translucent coloring material from the inside pocket of his white coat and placed it on the coffee table between them.

"Well, I'm not asking for this." Toyama's father's face turned red, but he put away the powder bag without hesitation.

"It's about that thing where Kasumi moved in with you to practice being independent."

"Uncle Toyama...are you awake...underage boys and girls can't live together, and you know the situation at my house, it's very crowded. I can't give up my bed and live in the closet..." Xianjuan Gan used a confused expression as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

His house is not the kind of big mansion where you can run, lie down, do backflips, or do anything you want freely. He has planned and allocated every area.

Xianjuan Gan, in particular, felt a headache at the thought of Toyama Kasumi living at his house. Whether he lived here or someone else lived at his house, it disturbed his evening research. He had reported the few who wanted to stay at his house to their parents and sent them back, especially Ako. Luckily, her sister arrived and took Ako away. That was a crime!

"If you want to live independently, I can hack into the database of luxury apartments near Hanasaki River and pick one to live in. It's okay, I'll pay for it. If you want something a little more magical, I also have modular apartment trees and tent apartments. If you're just trying it out, you can try the 10 yen private phone number... and this Devil Guardian..."

Xianjuan Gan talked endlessly about the plan he thought was reasonable.

Mr. Toyama opened his mouth, but found that there were no words to describe his feelings at the moment. He could only sigh helplessly and looked at his second daughter, Kasumi Asuka, his eyes full of speechlessness.

He has such a smart mind, but he always dreams of things that cannot be realized. Why is he so slow in this kind of thing, as if he is missing a thread?

Today was an ordinary day for Xianjuan Gan, a strange boy.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4: Mei Zhulan's First Encounter

"Hmm, I'm hungry." As the lead guitarist Mocha followed the lead guitarist, he followed the lead guitarist, Mocha, and the lead guitarist, Mocha.

"...Hmm..." Mizukuri, the lead singer and rebellious Takamatsu Touma, was feeling uneasy and depressed.

The black-haired girl with red highlights seemed to have something on her mind. She was holding a guitar and was absent-minded about the topic of her closest friend.

"……orchid?"

"Sorry for the wait! I've paid and booked the next session! Let's go back." The cheerful bassist Feimali returned to the studio, but found that the atmosphere was a little off.

"Lan? Are you okay? The ensemble just now had several pauses and was out of beat." Drummer Ba also noticed the problem. Lan's mental state has been off since school started these few days.

"Nothing... let's go back," Mi Zhulan whispered softly, her expression didn't change at all. She stood up and walked out of the recording studio, then was startled and stopped halfway.

"If we don't hurry up, we'll miss the freshly baked bread at the bakery. Let's hurry up," Mei Zhulan explained, as if trying to find an excuse for her abnormal behavior.

"Ah, everyone, let's go quickly. If we don't hurry up, the bakery will really close and Lan won't be able to get any bread." Mocha spoke slowly, as if to excuse her best friend Xiao Xunran. She was the person in the team who could best guess what happened. She grabbed Lan's arm with a sly smile and followed them out of the recording studio.

"Ah, wait a minute!" Fei Mali also hurried out.

Leaving Tomoe and Tugumi looking at each other in bewilderment.

"It's different from usual days..." The keyboard player's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible

It was a new day again. Without relying on the alarm clock, Xianjuan Gan got up from the bed in the living room with a rare bit of energy. He scratched his messy hair, yawned, and without making the bed, he went downstairs to wash up.

The decadent young man with highlighted hair brushed his teeth listlessly and glanced at the time on his watch.

"Is it seven twenty?"

After cleaning up the mess made by the gourmet tablecloth last night, Xian Juangan felt like he was going to die if he continued like this, so he went back to sleep for a full five hours!

Oh my god, the last time I got five hours of sleep was when I rewarded myself for being lazy during the Spring Festival.

My biological clock must have been completely broken.

The boy in the mirror had side bangs, and his golden eyes were tired, with slightly drooping corners. His dyed black hair had newly grown out, revealing a golden base color.

Facing the mirror, Xian Juangan reviewed the business smile he would use to face unfamiliar classmates.

He picked up the dressing camera placed beside the sink, swiped left and right on the stereo projection to select the pre-set option, and then pressed the shutter button while looking at himself in the mirror.

His pajamas instantly disintegrated and liquefied, and at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, the liquid molecules reconstructed into Yugaoka's high school boys' uniform.

As an ordinary high school student, I have to work hard every day.

I folded the mattress and put it back in the closet, and packed a few props that might be used for adjustments today. I put on the white coat hanging at the entrance.

"I am leaving"

At the door, facing the empty house, Xian Juan Gan spoke these words softly, just like every difficult day of his childhood, to a home that would not respond at all.

Just like any other day.

Mei Zhulan couldn't remember exactly when it started.

The initial opportunity came when the classes were divided in the second year of junior high school. It was the first time that Lan was left alone.

That was the first time that the colors in her world began to dim.

In the new class, everyone was talking, with mixed feelings of joy, anxiety, happiness, and confidence. Mei Zhulan felt that she was alone.

It wasn't that she was ostracized. Everyone around her in Yuqiu treated her kindly, just like a foreign guest who felt at home with the local hosts.

I wasn't interested in anything they talked about, nor did I want to be interested in it. I felt like I was lost, with no sense of direction.

All she wants is five people [as usual]

For the first time in her life, Mi Zhulan skipped class and went to the school rooftop, but someone was quicker than her.

He was a man who had been acting on his own since his first year of junior high, and was feared by the teachers. He had a strangely black-streaked blond hair, and looked like a delinquent. He wore a white medical coat over his school uniform, looking out of place.

He would always ask for leave or leave early one day a week. Someone once saw him going to and from school in a Maybach. He must be from a big family.

But Mei Zhulan had heard of him in her childhood shopping district. Although he kept to a relatively isolated group, he was a well-known figure among the neighbors. Paradoxically, his family didn't seem to be well off, and he was a man shrouded in mystery.

Because his academic excellence was so great that it had caused agitation among several teachers, the school tacitly allowed him to skip certain classes. To Lan, there was no doubt that he was a weirdo.

When Lan skipped a math class and went to the rooftop, she clearly remembered how embarrassed the weirdo was.

The view from the door was a shambles on the rooftop, where the strange man was crouched, adjusting a massive television. The white coat he wore over his school uniform was stained with grease, sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes determined and focused, completely absorbed in the repair work.

He moved swiftly, his hands dizzyingly fast. In the blink of an eye, the spare part was installed. Only after tightening the last screw did a smile of satisfaction appear on his tired face...

Then he was completely paralyzed and fell to the ground in a spread-eagle position.

It was as if the world would be destroyed if he was a few seconds late.

Then the weirdo noticed her. He was a little at a loss, and under the scorching sun, he gave Mizukane a shy smile.

"Sorry, can you keep it a secret for me? I installed a TV on the school rooftop."

That day, Mizukami discovered the weird side of her deskmate who was good at radio waves.

Yes, they were actually desk mates.

She is perfect in front of everyone, but she is always so weird in private. Like her childhood sweetheart Mocha, she always makes some confusing remarks and reveals her timid side.

She still remembers that day on the rooftop, when everything was silent, the repaired TV started up automatically.

A group of chubby, multicolored barrel robots were playing on a taped-up TV screen. Their comical panicked banging against the screen looked like a comedy.

It seems to be speaking English, but there are no subtitles.

"Who are you..." Mei Zhulan vaguely remembered that in the second half she was repeating a word almost heartbreakingly - doctor.

"Ah, can you do me a favor and turn off the TV with the remote control next to you?"

After repairing the TV, the weirdo looked like he had just experienced an intense exercise. After installing the TV, he almost collapsed on the ground as if exhausted, looking a little nervous.

Lan, at a loss, picked up the remote control from the ground beside her, but did not turn it off. Instead, she changed the channel.

It seems like I've turned to the horror movie channel.

His face turned pale, as if he was facing a great enemy, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was about to suffocate.