Another string reel from Bandoli

"Whether you're a child who's lagging behind or you're the one who's excelling, we're all under the same cloud, living in the same dimension."

"It's a real story. Just thinking of you makes tomorrow bright."

Her words seemed like a love letter.

Under that false skin.

He fell silent, and the sonic screwdriver he was adjusting was turned off.

A golden metal card was taken out from the white pocket.

"Ms. Chihaya, this is a prop I gave you. Thank you for not taking it personally when I entered the dressing room without permission. This is a good apology..."

"Good friend communication card! So cool! Isn't this a dream prop from the comics?" Chihaya Aine excitedly took the communication card.

Unlike the common group photo of seven people in later animations, the card surface still has a simple line of initialization of the original English word "DORAEMONS" in red font.

...Why do you all know the comic settings so well... Genmaki Gan, who wanted to explain a few words, was choked by Chihaya Aine's ability to see through the props at a glance, leaving him speechless.

I felt a little guilty and a little bitter.

He's just a fake.

"This is a similar secret prop. After the news of them spread back to the Future Century, they became extremely famous. So famous that the Songzhi Robot Manufacturing Factory launched a special anniversary edition. They're also quite popular with our childcare robots."

"Please sign this, Ms. Chihaya."

As Chihaya Aine signed her name carefully, the gold-stamped metal card changed, and a pink-haired girl appeared on the card, standing alone in a corner with that smile on her face.

Another card split apart like liquefaction.

"Miss Chihaya, if you meet her, please ask her to sign her name. Then... maybe she will change."

"The card has all the functions of the original version. With the friendship energy, even without me..."

"Dora-chan will always be by her side, right? Even in a different era."

Chihaya Aine interrupted what the parenting robot was about to say and spoke in a firm tone. Her gleaming light made Genmaki Kan ashamed.

"Dora-chan, it's time to go back now." Chihaya Aine was in high spirits and she let go of her obsession.

"It's not good to keep her waiting for too long. How can Dora-chan, as a childcare robot, worry about the child she's caring for? Well, given our family's dinner time, I should be able to catch dinner if I go back now."

She sheepishly took out a small yellow propeller.

"Hey, Helicopter, I'm sorry. I rummaged through your pockets without your permission, so I'm even with the peeping!" Her face was a little hot.

"It's okay... Miss Chihaya, you can keep that. It's a disposable item... it won't work if the batteries run out. I have more here."

Xianjuan Gan explained the difficulties in using this bamboo helicopter and the procedures for operating it, as compensation for his slight guilty conscience.

The original Bamboo Helicopter was designed to be easily mastered by kindergarteners, and he could proudly declare that even that Toyama Kasumi wouldn't get killed playing it.

"Great! Hehe! Now I have the right to be late for school!"

"You're trying too hard!" Lisa shouted in panic.

In her room, along with the blue air currents, pieces of cookies floated in the air without gravity.

With her eyes ablaze and her hands waving like rings, Yukina Minato experienced this strange feeling outside of music for the first time. It was truly wonderful. The power flowing through her body moved in accordance with her thoughts, causing her fingers to tingle.

Can this be applied to Roselia's worldview? A new idea sprouted in the girl's heart.

"Did we... go a little too far?" Yamabuki Saya, who had just woken up from her coma and finally regained some normal consciousness from the excitement, picked up a piece of sea bream with chopsticks and reflected with some dissatisfaction towards the other three people sitting around the table.

"Look, this photo of me holding hands with my grandma is so cute!" Toyama Kasumi was still flipping through the photo album of Ichigaya Yusaki when she was a child with her grandmother beside her, and she would occasionally say to everyone in amazement while holding up the photo album with a flash of light.

...It's over, Kasumi wasn't listening at all

"Ah! You guys, why are you eating at my dining table so naturally? And you, guitar thief, how long do you want to look at my photo album?!"

"Maybe I can watch it forever," Hanazono Tae responded naturally, and took the opportunity to secretly eat the red bean cake on Kasumi's seat.

"Haha, I never get tired of looking at her. Arisaki is so cute." Rimi looked at the photo album from the side, blushing a little, and said innocently.

"Hey! Finish eating quickly and get out of here! Don't let grandma see you in front of them." Ichigaya Yusaki's face turned red as a persimmon, and she yelled in anger!

"I can't sleep..." Mei Zhulan, a natural night owl, tossed and turned. She rubbed her temples, feeling a little dazed and hot.

Although he lacked sleep, he was still energetic and his mind was full of thoughts.

She anxiously looked at her phone, and there was a date on the lock screen.

The day after tomorrow is the agreed date. How should I approach him to bring him into my circle... as a member of the band?

Lyrics and music composition or giving up the rhythm guitar position... It seems that these are all my work in the band...

Although Mizukami sometimes didn't understand why she always fell asleep in class, all the lyrics of the composition had already been completed in her notebook.

As long as we play in a band together, we will have more time together in the future... then... definitely.

The rebellious girl with highlighted hair went to bed too early, and was restless in the lights-out room, anticipating the arrival of the day after tomorrow.

The old woman who doted on her granddaughter too much due to the serious relationship between the two generations, and the previous generation's helmsman stood anxiously at the door, waiting for their favorite princess to come back.

Their lovely granddaughter actually stayed away from home last night, and they were a little dazed without her.

"I'm back!" The innocent and bright young lady returned to her castle.

"Xiao Xin, how did you get yourself so dirty? Did you fall? Are you hungry? Are you tired?" The elegantly dressed old woman looked at her most beloved granddaughter kindly. She took off her expensive shawl and wiped the dirt off her granddaughter's body.

"Today is another happy day at school. I have finished my duty! I cleaned the windows of the classroom until they are sparkling."

Xian Juanxin used too much force and wiped all the windows in the corridor that she was not responsible for.

To outsiders, there is absolutely nothing to be happy about.

It was obviously such a small matter, but it made the old man, who usually smiled and looked a little old, remain as still as a mountain in everyone's mind. He frowned and felt unhappy.

How could his granddaughter do this kind of job of cleaning windows?

The teachers at Hanasakigawa seem a bit urbanized.

But he didn't want to be too touchy with the people around his granddaughter, otherwise it would be embarrassing when his granddaughter asked about it, so he had to give them a good scolding.

A mysterious man in black appeared beside him, and the old man whispered a few words in her ear in a concealed manner.

"Grandpa and grandma, listen to me, last night I was playing a virtual simulation game in the club room with my band friends. I heard that a boy my age and last name created the game. Do we have any close relatives that I don't know about?"

"Xiao Xinxin, you are the only precious granddaughter in our family." The old woman stroked Xian Juanxin's soft golden hair.

Her disappointing son couldn't even give them another grandchild.

A virtual simulation game? The elderly found the topic interesting, but high school students...?

Is it the child of the Xianjuan family? When I think of the woman who once used the Xianjuan family as a pretext to deceive people, I suddenly feel a sense of unease.

The men in black saw nothing.

The old man couldn't help sighing.

After all, although my granddaughter is cute, she always talks nonsense.

Xiao Xin must have made a mistake. The old man just thought about it for a moment and didn't take it seriously.

There are no more than three things.

They were reluctant to walk down the aisle of their granddaughter's long life together. As the former behind-the-scenes leaders of the Xianjuan Group, even now in retirement, they rarely had any real free time. Now, they could only find time to go home and see their granddaughter.

Granddaughters must be seen. No matter whether they are grandchildren, if you miss any of their growth, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

When they passed by a mural in the corridor, although the two elders did not care, the men in black began to urgently replace the mural after they left.

That antique painting, worth over 100 million yuan and created by a famous painter from the last century, was discovered by no one.

He was actually given a mustache.

"Rui Sui! How is a girl like her going to live if she leaves here?"

"This is the child's decision. Father, can't you even allow her to make her own free choice?"

In the grandfather's private study, a father and daughter were arguing fiercely.

Outside the door, Shoko Toyokawa listened to their quarrel. She wanted to move out, but her grandfather did not agree.

She walked into the piano room and stared at the doll her mother had given her in a daze.

The piano room window was not closed tightly, and she shivered. The cold air made Toyokawa Shoko wrap her scarf tightly around her.

He arranged everything on his own, not giving her any choice. What on earth is she...

Then, she should be free to choose. No one can stop her, not even her grandfather...

Tomorrow! Tomorrow she would pack her bags before anyone knew what was happening!

The soft and sticky Xiaoxiang made up his mind to make everyone unhappy and figured out his next move.

She sat down at the piano with determination and began her final practice.

The beautiful sound of piano music resounded throughout the room.

The puppet placed on the piano was staring intently at Shoko Toyokawa, who was absorbed in the piano and oblivious to the situation. The corners of its mouth seemed to rise slightly.

The round body climbed out of the skylight clumsily. Another spare bamboo helicopter was placed on the top of the big round head.

He had just had the terminal check to make sure no one was nearby to see him.

He did not activate the previous optical camouflage, nor did he use the tornado barrier. At least before leaving, in front of this girl, he planned to act like the most ordinary memory in the animation.

The propeller of the bamboo dragonfly turned gently, stirring up an uneasy breeze, just like the one that had once blown in his mind.

Let's go.

I woke up to the hot wind from the propeller.

Leaning against the window, Chihaya Aine watched the yellow, round figure gradually disappear into the dark night sky, turning into a small dot.

The wind in her heart had not yet stopped.

Who can say with all their might that it is an illusion? It is invisible and intangible, and cannot be touched.

The wind blowing at this moment must be the beginning of all stories.

Although the city lights of Tokyo at night are dazzling, the Summer Triangle composed of three bright stars is still shining in the sky.

Even if there was no C group, mygo would still be born... right?

Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Self-Reflection

夜晚

Xianjuan Gan sat down on a bench by the roadside.

It was late at night, and he did not go back to eat as originally planned. Instead, he just made a voice call to say hello and then flew back here using a bamboo dragonfly.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess.

That fashion store is gone.

In that changing room, the plastic people who were controlled had all turned into ordinary plastic.

The surveillance drone found nothing, and after taking all the sonic screwdrivers back home and replacing them with new ones.

He just stared at the sky blankly.

What on earth am I doing...

My mind was full of random thoughts, not just before entering that world, but from the very beginning, I was like I was out of control, with my mind full of adventures...

Although those people were rescued in this operation, there are still some people who have not been rescued.

That would be nothing more than a failure in terms of adventure.

"Tokyo—"

Leaning against it as if limp.

Xianjuan Gan was a little discouraged.

Space-related technologies give him the most headaches.

He was not good at the technology in this field to begin with, and now he was asked to capture and find the space for quantum teleportation.

Why not blow up Tokyo and find a new way to solve the problem? The first thing that came to his mind was a very valuable idea, and this idea remained in his mind for a long time.

By gluing together another alternate possible reality that hadn't been blown up, we can create a Schrödinger reality where the Plastic Man dies and Tokyo is completely destroyed. However, Tokyo remains intact.

Although he's not good at teleportation, if he just wants to destroy Tokyo and make a bomb...