Another string reel from Bandoli

At one point, he wondered if there was anything else in this world.

To have people of the same kind who can move and interest him.

The result was disappointing to him.

And it is these fake counterfeits that can cover up his genuine products and fish in troubled waters.

People all long for some miracle or something extraordinary to happen in reality, to add a touch of color to their world.

But when it really comes to reality, how many people will choose to look up at the sky and gaze at that - otherworldly.

This world is peaceful and harmonious without any struggle.

The outdated tram moved slowly, its carriages trembling slightly as they started, as if a large, elderly animal were moving forward, its failing organs curled up.

Even with the bamboo helicopter, Xianjuan Gan still forced himself to be content with daily life and behave like a normal person.

He admitted that this was also a kind of pathology.

Perhaps, one day, he would tire of this mundane existence, tired of the repetitive scenes outside the train, and would begin to frequently fly freely in the air on his bamboo helicopter, no longer looking at the monotonous, repetitive, and monotonous scene.

Or maybe, one day, he was afraid that he would even get tired of the bamboo dragonfly.

When we arrived at the station, the doors opened and closed with a clanging sound.

I got off the bus two stops before the final stop.

No one said goodbye to me, no one said see you after school to me.

Xianjuan Gan is alone.

With his head hung, he looked like a dying old dog.

He doesn't need to wear headphones like his peers.

He was never lonely or bored while walking. He could browse through his memory library at any time, watching adventures, miracles, and extraordinary and unprecedented actions.

The closer he got to the school gate, the lighter his steps became. He could indulge in his own thoughts, repeatedly recreating miracles from fragments of memory. He could imagine what use they would be of, how they could help his friends.

Prove that I am not the only monster on this planet.

Conducting scientific research allows him to stop thinking about the bitter side of his life, which may also be part of his escape.

The road is straight, and the straight steps follow the road step by step towards the school, unable to get off the right track.

My life might be like this.

Unable to break away from the norm, his daily routine will continue.

The touch of the shoulder bag is like the gentle tug of the wind, with a faint and clear hum.

Xian Juangan stopped.

He looked down to the right in confusion.

It was a forked road, and unlike the straight road on the left, it was not the fastest way to get to school.

The pedestrians behind walked forward and passed by Xian Juangan.

Maybe we can take a longer detour this time.

With this thought in mind, Xian Juangan headed in a route he would not normally take.

The new route is Camphor Avenue, a fashionable street catering to high school girls from the nearby Girls' School.

Everywhere you look, you'll see the street full of the elements JK girls love. The midday sun is setting, and although it's still class time, the shops are a bit quiet because the girls can't relax.

The fresh air after the rain is filled with the pleasant scent of roses and cedar.

At the corner of the alley, a gentle breeze ruffled her curly bangs. The black guitar keychain on her shoulder bag made a crisp sound.

The latticework of the stone mosaic floor makes the strings instinctively follow the crooked lines. The black and white keys of the piano intertwine and float.

There was a fleeting moment of optical zoom in the sky, and the glint of sunlight reflected from the crystal-clear phantom wings pierced Xian Juangan's vision, forcing him to squint. The light reflected from the glass made him blink two or three more times.

He moved closer to the left side of the road and followed the flow of the crowd, and went off the road.

The wind seemed to be whispering, stop.

Looking to the left, there is a large clothing store on the left side of the road.

The glass windows reflected the image of the string-rolled liver. Several girlish plastic mannequins wearing the latest fashions stood in the windows, showcasing the exquisiteness of the clothes to the onlookers.

The limbs are straight, extremely stiff and without any curves, and the makeup is dark gray and purple.

In the window display cabinets, plastic models wearing beautiful Gothic or Mori girl-style clothing seemed to have a clumsy smile on their lips under the bright sunlight.

Looking inside, there are more plastic mannequins standing there, posing for the customers.

Is there too much plastic mannequins in this clothing store?

Xianjuan Gan glanced at the clothes indifferently.

The anxious screams could no longer be heard. He just walked through the black and white shadows with his hands in his pockets, and disappeared into the crowd as he hurried to and fro.

The purple figure who was watching the scene lazily sneered at its colleagues, turned into a ball of light and merged into the backpack.

The world we see is not everything, some things are invisible to the naked eye.

Look, maybe you are in the light.

The times are fast moving and everything is up and down.

No one cares about the weird things lurking in society.

No one cares, the fake clothes on my body are also formal attire, this is a fact.

Hidden in the pocket of the white coat, the blue light of the sonic screwdriver flashed by.

It’s not playing cards, it’s really not playing cards!

Well, you can't guess what will happen anyway. After all, there is a key word in this chapter...

Even if there is a keyword in front, no one will notice it.

It's because the protagonist actually has no memory of the real Earth.

And he can contact the normal Earth in his cognition...

It's the Rick and Morty kind of—

Aliens, demons, people with super powers, underwater people, underground people, magic, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and black technology are everywhere, and it is really a place of monsters and demons where there are gods.

Their viciousness is no less than those two in American comics.

And the dimensions of the few linked versions... the environment is just 1+1=2, or even 2

And Bandoli World...

Chapter 31: Yukina Minato's Route Deviates

Let’s go back a little bit in time, to the day when Xian Juan Gan was still attending the funeral.

The temperature in the classroom before the storm was too comfortable. A poetry recitation took place in the distant playground, and the exclamations of the girls, accompanied by Shakespeare's famous quotes, blended with the sound of the wind.

"It's so noisy!" When Yuki Minato shouted this in a daze with her usual deep and low voice.

With a slightly red face and a dazed look in her eyes, she undoubtedly entered the staff room while half asleep and half awake.

Although the teacher, aware of Yukina's recent family turmoil, did not want to be too harsh on her, she slept from the second bell for the second period until the third, even talking in her sleep and disrupting the class.

The female teacher felt a little helpless. Although she didn't really want to disturb Yukina Minato, she was really crossing the line a bit too much.

No matter how familiar I am with her father, I can't let her go.

After Yukina Minato and another bad-looking girl from a different grade were scolded in the staff room and asked to write a letter of apology.

There was a certain sense of mutual recognition between the two, but it was extinguished the next second after they stepped out of the office.

These two people have terrible compatibility.

Although there are times when the compatibility is extremely bad, sometimes it is actually the best compatibility.

But at least they are not in this kind of relationship at the moment.

In particular, the life trajectory of the originally arrogant party has deviated significantly. Meanwhile, the other party who refused to admit defeat has also become somewhat softer.

——Well, there’s no need to explain the variable that caused them to fall into this situation. Everyone can guess who it is.

Even though it was unconscious and not directed at anyone, someone actually didn't realize how much his actions could indirectly affect the lives of so many people.

Minato Yuki's once cool and pretty face now looks haggard, with bloodshot eyes and obvious dark circles.

She forced herself to go back to 2-B's classroom and continue trying to keep up with the teaching.

As a high school that focuses on academic advancement, even in Japan, where happy education is the main focus and academic advancement relies heavily on after-school tutoring and private schools, the teaching difficulty at Yuqiu Girls' Academy is still much higher than those schools with a more relaxed and free style and a less excellent academic atmosphere.

After just one encounter with the Cauchy mean value theorem, Minato Yuki was distracted. L'Hôpital's rule dealt a heavy blow, leaving Minato Yuki with a bruised face.

Whether turning pages or recording past events, the notes taken during class are filled with poems and songs.

As a girls' high school subsidized by a scholarship system, Hanaoka's tuition is actually quite low.

Although the unique meal allowance is included in the tuition fee, it is definitely good value for money.

It’s just a pity that Minato Yuki is definitely not one of those three-good students who can get scholarships.

So her tuition is actually not that different from that of an ordinary high school.

It's more like she's studying in Hanaoka instead of Hanasakigawa where the atmosphere is more relaxed and free.

If she doesn't get good grades, she won't get subsidies. Without subsidies, she will have to work harder to reduce the burden on her family. Working more means she will have less time to participate in band activities.

People are alive, but mathematics is dead. If you can't solve a problem, you just can't solve it.

She was not the type who was good at studying. Even when she was in junior high school, she worked hard to study so as not to affect her music activities, but she could only barely get by.

But now I don’t have that much time to study.

This further increased Minato Yukina's burden.

After the class, Yukina Minato looked dazed. A glance at her notes… her lyric writing skills have improved. It seems I won't have to scatter cheap snacks from the snack shop around tonight and lie down to pray for the blessing of the blue god, the imaginary companion that occasionally haunts my mind.

After lunch in the cafeteria, where the school provided a free meal package with dessert and drinks, Yukina Minato retreated to the empty piano room to practice her voice. Like a canary without a voice, she couldn't sing or even fly.

I can't make a sound. When did it start? I've even forgotten my own voice.

The world was stained with a stagnant gray, dull and tedious, running like the gears of a machine, and the afternoon classes were about to begin again.

It's dull and boring, but there's no escaping it. No matter how hard I try, I just can't remember or learn. It's like my brain is rusted.

When did I force myself to become like this?

Obviously, my father didn't want me to be like this.

The band that was hastily formed has now become a greater burden to himself.

Is it really necessary for this band to continue?

Minato Yukina couldn't come to this conclusion.

I looked at my phone tiredly, and the 99+ message on the lock screen came from the band's bassist.

The question was not about the band, but about the person himself.

Even the drummer and keyboardist, who were still unaware of the situation, showed great concern for the leader.

After all, it is impossible for someone to suffer a major change in life.

You're always harassing people with things about the band.

How stupid is that person?

After school in Yuqiu, club activities take up almost the entire afternoon.

After school,

Walking on the unfamiliar road that repeated itself thousands of times in her memory, Minato Yukina, who had not joined any club but was no longer in the home club, simply lowered her head.

"Yukina★I'm going to the livehouse now, Yukina should come with me..." His friend, who was concerned about him, came closer as usual.

"I'm not interested... The entrance time is early today. I'm in a hurry." Minato Yukina quickened her pace in order to escape.

"Wait, wait a minute!... Then at least walk with me for a while... ah!" The panicked friend wanted to keep up with his childhood friend's pace but accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry! It's my fault for looking around..." The usually gentle and precocious hot girl Lisa Imai apologized to the passerby who was hit

"...That's... Minato-san, right? Minato-san... seems a little difficult to get along with, right? Imai-san is amazing. She can be friends with anyone." The student Yugaoka who was bumped into was not annoyed. She just looked at the person in front of her curiously and said to Lisa Imai in a low voice.