Another string reel from Bandoli

I kept it a secret until tonight when I suddenly had the urge to use the disc.

The old, even slightly yellowed CD that had accompanied him for four years was casually placed in front of the Toyama family's window, along with the white coat that held the panacea. It was only a few steps away, yet it felt so far away.

The ability disc would enter his heart every time, although it would not actually leave him any scars.

But every time I use it, I feel a kind of heart-wrenching pain.

The torture and destruction that reveals everything about oneself is the fatal flaw of this immature secret prop.

And now, all this pain has only resulted in an accident that was bound to happen and that "I" had predicted would happen long ago.

I had clearly been planning to leave, but ended up like this.

Xianjuan Gan felt a little helpless and a little funny.

Let me guess what's going to happen next, I'm going to be fired and then I'm going to get a few opportunities for [handouts].

Let him return to them with a more humble attitude and a more submissive attitude for the sake of their daughter.

Return to their [big family]

After all, this is not actually a guess, but has been written in the "planning book" recorded by them during surveillance.

And what's even funnier is.

He even felt that everything was not worth his care.

What have I been doing all these years...

Xian Juangan narrowed his golden pupils and closed his eyes tiredly.

The bottom of the glass hit the tray with a crisp sound.

There were many desserts and snacks and two drinks on the tray.

Uncle Hushan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, walked to Xianjuan Gan with a tray.

"Is there something on your mind?" This mediocre salaryman, a member of the carbon-based biological masses who does nothing, an ordinary middle-aged man that can be seen everywhere, sat down on another recliner with the same tired look on his face.

"This isn't like you normally. Are you having trouble with your research?"

Sitting on an equal footing with Xianjuan Gan.

"Yes, recently... I don't know what to do. I've hit a bottleneck."

Xianjuan Gan looked at the haggard figure of the decadent office worker with stubble.

Even though he had just recovered from a serious illness and had taken a few days off, he would have to go back to the monotonous and boring repetitive work tomorrow.

Obviously, with his help, I just need to ask him a small request which is insignificant to him.

A little wish he was always happy to oblige.

All it takes is a snap of the fingers to make people exclaim, "Finance is so interesting."

A mediocre and inactive company employee, barely even a step away from being a section chief, a small screw in the wheel, can escape from it all and live a rich and fulfilling life, worth billions, a perfect life that rivals a nation.

"Uncle Toyama, do you sometimes feel that life is boring and want to change it all?"

This mediocre man didn't say anything, he just put a few pieces of sugar into the coffee.

The sugar cubes swirled in the cup melted into the coffee.

"Uncle Toyama...you know I don't like sweet drinks..."

Maybe something deep down in my head is wrong.

Bitter, always bitter

This made his taste buds feel different, sour, stimulating and bitter.

Everything about it makes people feel uncomfortable and not in line with their taste.

When birthday cakes are crushed, hard candies are tilted like bullets, and scalding milk is splashed on your face.

The taste of the liver is fixed on the bitterness that makes people feel uncomfortable.

Coffee that is bitter enough to make you realize your current situation.

And this does not include sweet.

"Having something sweet occasionally, whether you like it or not, can help to lighten your mood."

Holding the coffee cup, Xianjuan took a sip and frowned.

It's not even coffee, it's hot cocoa...

After briefly giving up thinking, Xianjuan Gan, who had a cold and a stuffy nose, didn't even notice the difference in color.

"You're still a child, don't act like you're lecturing an adult all the time."

Mr. Toyama, he sighed with complaint.

"We know your ability, you have such talent, such age"

Instead of drinking any beverage that suited his taste, he picked up the health tea that he once disliked from the tray.

"But you keep forcing yourself to do things you don't like. You always look so miserable."

This man knew that their family was not worthy of this child, a person who could do almost anything and solve everything.

A god that is almost completely inconsistent with the style of this world.

The real face hidden beneath it is just a boy who is different from others and a little bit weird.

"Everyone's daily life has its own unique flavor. As an uncle, I don't just drink sweet things. Occasionally, I also drink something bitter and hard to swallow."

The man didn't like drinking health tea. He made an expression as if his mouth was burned and his face was full of sadness.

“If you feel exhausted on the road ahead, why not stop for a while and have some sweet dreams.”

He reached for the tray, took a grape jelly candy from the "hill" of marshmallows, layer cakes, and chocolate chunks, and swallowed it.

Even though she's an adult, she still likes to eat these children's snacks like Kasumi.

"This is me, an uncle. I've endured so many hardships in life. Even if it's just a little bit, I won't give up everything I've fought for."

"Besides research, you should also try to do something that makes you happy every now and then. You don't lack those secret tools that make life easier."

He knew what the child wanted to say. He had also longed for it and had thought about that unrealistic dream.

It's true that he never thought that he could change his life with just a flick of his finger.

That was impossible, but when he wanted to show the ugly face of an adult in front of the child, he wanted him to achieve everything for himself that he did not deserve.

He always felt that he was failing to live up to his childhood fantasies about what he would be like when he grew up.

And getting further and further away.

No matter what other adults in reality are like, at least as a father with two daughters, he is.

He must never do such a thing as to expose his ugly desires.

"We are your age, but we have a lot of teenage fantasies. Whatever we want to do, we just do it."

"Don't worry about whether something is worth it or not. Isn't it more interesting to invent something just to make yourself happy?"

"As for what you've done for us, my husband and I are very grateful to you. Kasumi, that child, has transformed into what she is now after meeting you. Before, she was..."

"Liver paste..." Toyama Kasumi pushed open the door in a hurry with an excited attitude, interrupting what her father was about to say.

She was holding a nostalgic cardboard box.

"Look! I found something on the roof!"

An old carton of ripe mangoes that is about to fade with the passage of time.

It was a cardboard box that could be found everywhere, and the pile of miscellaneous items were filled with things from her elementary school days that Toyama Kasumi thought were worth remembering.

Toyama Kasumi opened the cardboard box, and a layer of old dust filled the room, causing everyone present to cough uncontrollably. With this action, the tape-sealed portion of the box tilted and fell out, having been sealed with age.

"Ah - cough cough cough" Toyama Kasumi opened her mouth to scream, but couldn't stop choking because of inhaling dust.

"Ahem, Kasumi! Don't take old stuff to other rooms!" Uncle Toyama said with a smile and helplessness, complaining a little about his eldest daughter's reckless behavior. He covered his nose and picked up the scattered strange "toys" with the panicked and choked Toyama Kasumi.

The swirling old papers fell to his feet.

Xianjuan Gan stood up weakly and picked up a few fallen graffiti drawings. The crumpled corners vaguely showed the cartoon characters that the two children had copied repeatedly.

My own works are always geometric, with the aesthetics of lines, outlining empty and boring copies.

With an attitude of just getting the job done, they perfunctorily produced products on the assembly line that were beyond their expectations.

In the style of Bosch's oil paintings, the artist paints artistic paintings depicting both good and evil.

Standing above Purgatory, the demon Abaddon.

And turn back.

The tender tip of the pen draws the heroes in the special effects drama.

Rough and sloppy, with no logic.

It wasn't his work, but it also got an A.

With the imagination of an elementary school student, he sketched out the heroes he had once imagined.

A samurai with two potato chip swords, a giant soldier with a lollipop cannon, a woodcutter wielding a lumberjack scroll, a cowboy with two chocolate guns...

The immature painting traces have faded after seven years.

Turn to the last one.

A three-headed little man with a crooked, gummy-like face and a star-shaped mask.

"Snacks..."

The True Darkness of the Toyokawa Family

——Mizuho Toyokawa planned everything.

Chapter 29 The Fired Customer Service and the Weird Broken Pipa

The early morning sunlight poured into Xianjuan Gan’s living room through the window. It had been raining heavily yesterday, but today the weather was clearing up.

The weather has warmed up a little, just like my current overwhelmed mood.

Today was supposed to be a part-time work day.

He opened his bloodshot eyes and recalled the phone call he had received before... finally... finally.

"I'm free!!! Yahoo!!!!" A long-lost hearty smile, joy from the bottom of my heart.

A few days ago, that group of "elites" launched a coup, and Xianjuan Gan's customer service work officially came to an end.

For a salary he was too lazy to check, he, an illegally employed child laborer who had worked for five years, was officially fired when he was already at the age required by law to perform partial work!

Although there are still some "small tasks" that have not been completed, it is none of his business. If anything goes wrong, it will be the responsibility of those "elites".

The Toyokawa Group is not that fragile.

Of course, whether it is fragile or not is none of his business as a former employee.

With a somersault, Xianjuan Gan got up energetically, tidied up the quilt and stuffed it back into the closet.

If the people he left behind were weak enough to be destroyed by those "elites", then it was a matter of misjudgment and they were themselves hopeless.

I couldn't help but feel extremely happy when I thought about being officially released in a week or two.

More time to devote to scientific research.

To reward myself, I stayed up all night yesterday. I threw myself into the joy of scientific research and development. Sleep is truly boring. When will carbon-based organisms finally overcome this weakness of needing sleep?

Opening the window, the sunlight cast a dazzling array of light and shadows on his face. Although the mushroom cloud had not yet completely dissipated, its two original shapes were no longer discernible, merging into one.

Everything is going in the right direction.

My new phone was left in the bathroom. It was still vibrating, so it looked like someone had been calling me since last night.

Xianjuangan opened his cell phone somewhat unhandledly, and all that appeared were the numbers of the people led by Toyokawa...and it seemed that there were also a few second-number phone cards belonging to Ichigaya Yusaki.

Forget it, I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll just block them all!

Easily and happily block everyone with just one click and go about your daily routine.

The time on the phone froze at 10 o'clock.

After some preparations, Xian Juangan needed to go to school. He had some ideas that needed to be researched with the prototypes left in the astronomy department.