Another string reel from Bandoli

That was close... I almost instinctively took out the sonic screwdriver on the left side of my white coat and hit it... If I used it again, I would have exceeded the minor restriction gate of Mizukuri.

Hiding behind his white coat, Xian Juangan turned off the flashing white light, activated the sonic screwdriver's memory-clearing function, and pulled his hand out awkwardly.

Even before she broke through the gate and dropped, her performance was already very subtle...

It was just after vacation, and Mizukami, who was wearing casual clothes and carrying a plastic bag and was supposed to be training in the recording studio, was a little dazed.

Her complexion looked a little pale, and dark circles under her eyes could be vaguely seen, hidden by her makeup.

Mizukami was a little frightened, and for a moment she seemed to catch an expression that she never saw in normal times.

Did I see it wrong?

After calming down, Mizukami spoke.

"...it's just...a chance meeting. I just came back from the convenience store after school. Want a drink?"

The voice was a little hoarse.

Carrying a guitar bag on his back and a convenience store bag filled with MAX black coffee in his hand.

It's the one I usually drink.

I took the black coffee and judging by the condensation formed as the warm coffee gradually cooled and dripped down... Mei Zhulan must have been waiting here for a while.

I've always felt that Mizukari is a bit weirder than usual. Honestly, I just think she's planning something.

He looked somewhat strangely at the four figures behind the electric pole at the end of the road.

Xianjuan Gan thought it would be better to let Mizukuran reveal it herself.

"Um, um... now that the flower arrangement gathering is over, does Genmaki-san have any plans for the afternoon?"

"I basically stay at home and lie around doing nothing all day long." Xian Juan Gan looked around and lied.

Actually, I was studying the physiological parameters of the new project data created in the petri dish in the basement, but what could go wrong if I returned home a few hours later?

Mei Zhulan's eyes lit up: "Then can you spend the rest of the time with me?"

The four figures behind the telephone pole began to commotion, as if they had witnessed something rare.

It was no wonder. After all, Xianjuan Gan knew that Mizukane was socially awkward. When they first met her in the second year of junior high, she had an aura that kept strangers away, and her classmates had said she was scary and difficult to get along with. Now that she was actively inviting people to play, it was already beyond her understanding.

After tricking her into playing in a band, she bothered him less. But her social skills remained stagnant. Although he had no right to say this now, since the third year of middle school, the people at Yugaoka Girls' Academy had been inexplicably avoiding him.

The silver-gray figure behind was gesticulating vigorously.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" Xianjuan Gan agreed readily.

I am actually a hardcore orchid chef (guilty conscience)

The prototype of this parallel universe Rick is the evil Rick in the comics. In the comics, he is considered to be the strength of the comic C137 Rick (but the level of comic C137 is much worse than that of animation C137).

I am tired of my old age life with my wife and have long lost my love for my family.

But in the universe of the central curve of the animation, after the wife was completely deleted, it completely took the opposite route.

Chapter 21 Chapter 21 The Shadow of Charlotte

"Turn to 45%, hold for 7 seconds, tap the concave area of ​​your left hand twice and then press down." Xian Juangan directed the clumsy Mei Zhulan to use the claw machine from a very close distance.

The two of them were so close that Mizukari's head was almost touching hers, causing Mizukari's face to turn slightly red.

This time, Mizukami was particularly lucky. The claw machine, which was always prone to malfunction, did not break down once.

Yes, it's amazing! The blue light flashing inside the white coat and the sonic screwdriver with minimum power and silencer treatment are the winning formula.

"Wow, Mizuki-san has made great progress."

It sounds cheerful and sunny, but it is actually a complete replica of the tone of someone I know in real life.

"Here, this is the Nunu that Meizhu caught herself." She used a clip-shaped voice that made her feel awkward and coaxed like a child.

Xianjuangan smiled gently and took out the most famous fried pork cutlet Nunu in this series from the bottom delivery port.

"Didn't Genmaki-san catch anything he wanted?"

"The special brand snacks given away with tokens in this game center are pretty good." Xianjuan Gan inadvertently put away the real target this time.

Trying to choose relatively remote roads, Xianjuan Gan and Meizhulan walked along the road.

First the game center, then the vegetable store, then the chain supermarket. Cheetos, toothpaste, shower gel, ginger tea, scallions, garlic, onions, eucalyptus leaves, Elf Baba Enbo compressed towels... It was like shopping for household goods, and Caixian Juangan pretended to just happen to pick up ingredients for a sore throat.

This was a remedy from a somewhat peculiar mentor in the Memory Library. He had developed it for a cold from his grandson, who was disliked by the headquarters and sent to exile. He wasn't really his grandson. The ingredients were sourced entirely from Earth, and he had blended it to his assigned grandson's liking.

Many of Xianjuan's unique Earth-derived drug conversions, synthetic knowledge, and treatments for all Earth-related diseases all came from the fragments of his gentle mentor's memories. This was also his favorite section of the library.

Only his technology considers the safety of others.

"Ah, it smells different than before, eh... custard... hmmm...?"

Passing by a newly opened candy store, Xianjuangan tried hard to start a conversation, but Mizukuri's only response was a monotonous "ah, um, na".

The cherry-pink pupils contained a brilliance that was condensed into drops, which was dazzling.

As the hot emotions burn, it becomes brighter.

The four people behind followed, quickening their pace, and the instruments on the backs of the three of them swayed as they followed.

Well, after all, drummers don’t have the opportunity to carry their instruments.

Usually the bassist does it.

After entering the store and selecting a few desserts, I found the DIY area and pretended to be excited about combining several semi-finished desserts.

Add chopped chocolate blocks over low heat, continue heating and stirring slowly until it becomes thick. The French hot chocolate with a cinnamon aroma and strewn with roasted marshmallows, chocolate chips, and churros is ready after adding a few drops of "vanilla extract".

This candy store is so well equipped.

Glancing at the Sanyuan Group logo on the small marshmallow roasting nozzle, Xianjuan's eyes twitched... Charlotte actually got her R&D department to make fish stick custard-flavored fudge...

No! They're not involved in the dessert business at all! They've just opened a new candy chain specifically for one flavor. I don't understand these rich ladies.

I recalled the time I met that yellow-haired guy on a "business trip" in France, and how I kept running into him in strange places at work. I was just joking at the time...

The only person who could be more outrageous than her was probably that brat from the Ujigawa Group. However, after I quit my customer service job, I'd have nothing to do with either of them for the rest of my life.

Could anyone be more reckless than them? I hope my luck isn't that bad.

Mizukami walked out of the store with Mizukami, who was selecting desserts. Holding the plastic bag, chewing the special flavored candies they had bought, they waited.

Soon, the first stragglers appeared. After leaving the store, a certain pink-haired Tang tailed dog, while following, passed by the newly opened candy store and noticed that there were photo spots inside. He muttered, "What a cute store! I need to post them online!" and then disappeared without a trace.

Couldn't Mizukami notice this? Her attention span isn't usually that bad.

While the team that was following them was in chaos, and while Mizukuri was desperately trying to hold on to her companions in order to avoid being discovered and avoiding the suspicious gaze of Mizukuri, he took the opportunity to mix in the throat medicine made from materials that he had temporarily gathered from several stores he had passed by, pretending to be doing normal household shopping, and the medicine was completed.

"Try this [Lijie Meisheng's Red Bean Paste Bun] which has the same function as [Lijie Meisheng's Mixed Chocolate Hot Drink]!" Xianjuan Gan looked at her with a smile.

Mizukuri seemed to hear a familiar voice, and her attention was drawn back after she could no longer see her hiding companions.

"You must have been practicing hard lately, so this is a coffee as a reward."

The touch of fingertips gave Mei Zhulan some strange feelings. She was so clumsy that she tried to take the drink with her fingers covered with chocolate sauce.

"Ah, wipe your hands first." Xian Juangan pulled out a towel from his fingertips like a magic trick.

Oh, this is really just a magic trick using light illusions. He doesn't want to have his limbs remodeled.

Hastily wiping the chocolate sauce off her hands, Mei Zhulan took the hot drink

Warm and delicious. She picked up the drink and took small sips, pausing for a moment to savor it.

There is also a minty fragrance, even though no mint-based sweeteners were added.

"Well, after walking around for so long, it's time to tell me what you want me to do for you, right?"

A. Flower shop B. Clothing store C. My room D. Hotel

Mei Zhulan seemed to be able to vaguely see the floating divergent options in reality.

Oops, I stayed up too late playing the love game that Feimali recommended last night...

Now I have to be more cautious. I can't let him think that I am an unreserved girl.

"It's going to my room. It's a plant that can do backflips... No, no! I said it wrong!"

Mizukami couldn't help but let out a strange cry, and turned her head repeatedly because of the wrong option she had given, waving her hands in panic.

Backtrack! Where is the save file?

Obviously, the law of three short and one long, choose the longest, three long and one short, which is unique to poor students, has been activated.

The three people wearing hats and sunglasses who were pretending to choose desserts in the glass cabinet of the candy store lowered their heads and slapped their faces in tacit understanding.

Then he took out his cell phone, turned on the camera function and took a photo through the glass.

No wonder a few days ago someone came with four phones and begged me to remove the camera sound restriction on my phone...

"Sorry, Mizuki-san, I wasn't paying attention just now. Could you please repeat it for me?" Looking straight at herself, Mizuki-lan felt her mind go blank. "I... I..."

With her finger pointing straight ahead, Mizukami pointed to a musical instrument store.

"My guitar is broken and I want to replace it with a new one... Can you help me pick one out?"

The guitar Mizukami used before was a standard Les Paul, although many famous guitarists were born with this model.

For example, the national-level guitarist who has performed on the Red and White Orchestra and the master of the tea ceremony field who named his guitar.

But it's undeniable that Mizukami's guitar feels terrible, with no consideration given to thumb placement. It can cause shoulder pain, and the high frets are particularly difficult to play.

The headstock is also prone to breakage due to its large tilt angle.

Even with so many flaws that are not friendly to beginners, this dusty old guitar that suddenly appeared in front of the mother's portrait in the big house, and whose father had no idea where it came from, has accompanied Mizukami for nearly three years.

Until today, it has been arbitrarily declared scrapped without its knowledge.

"I see. Do you want my recommendation on a guitar?"

Xian Juangan had no doubts about this; after all, he had just taken the bus two extra stops after school. He went to the Shengxiang Conservatory of Music's Opera House Competition and picked up a nearly broken guitar from the recycling bin outside.

I then restored it with a time-wrap cloth to a factory-fresh state, even worrying it wouldn't be too new, or look old. I even made tea at her house and read a shojo manga while waiting for the time-wrap cloth to take effect, tuning it to a five-year-old guitar. Then I stole a bottle of matcha pudding from her room, labeled Aoba Mocha, and left.

If I had known about this, I would have gone to the recycling station to pick up a few more spares. This year's Revue qualifiers are about to begin.

After Mi Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, she belatedly realized the situation and touched her throat in shock.

The sound...is normal?

Nightmare, always a nightmare. When Charlotte woke up from the nightmare again

She just leaned there, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, like an empty shell without a soul, with dark circles under her eyes, sorrow, and helplessness that could not be stopped.

She buried her face in her knees and curled up.

I feel like I have been forgotten by the most important person in my life, and that she never cares about me.

Do whatever you want and act recklessly.

Has she ever appeared in the fairy tale world of the person she cares about most?

So dazzling... so...

You did such a cruel thing to me, why do you have to smile at me in this illusion?

"What makes the whole world smile!"

She screamed heartbreakingly.

"Open your mouth and smile, close your mouth and smile, it's so annoying! Disappear!"

The pillow passed through the phantom and fell heavily onto the cold floor.

There was a sharp pain in my fingers because I used too much force.

The good sound insulation of the villa room isolates me from the whole world, and isolates me from the troubles caused by my temper to my family and servants.

Then... who will isolate me from my troubles?

She leaned against the window, the cool night breeze blew on her face, but she didn't feel a bit of freshness.

A shooting star streaked across the sky. It is said that if you make a wish to a shooting star, your wish will come true.

My consciousness was sinking... Am I so weak now that I would believe such a boring fairy tale...

If wishes can really come true... then shooting star, let that string be wound... huh?

Is the meteor... flying crooked? The straight meteor seems to be stumbling and malfunctioning. It's getting closer... closer...