Daily life in Zongman

Fujiwara Haru didn't think he was very enthusiastic: "It's okay, I'll help if I can, but if I really can't help, I can only wish you the best. I just want to do my best."

Futaba continued reading: "Fujiwara-kun, your guess is correct. If I can rest well a few days before my period, I will feel much more comfortable."

"I have no objection, but there is a problem."

"what?"

"The nearly completed aircraft we saw today is a mockup, not a real aircraft. Ishii probably wanted to use it to obtain data and verify his aircraft-building technology to prevent errors that could lead to crashes and fatalities during actual flight."

Futaba flipped the page. "That is to say, even if you, Fujiwara-kun, help build this plane in a short time, there's still another one. And we don't know what the status of the other plane is right now. If we start from scratch, it will take a very long time, so a short-term help won't make much difference."

Fujiwara Haru fell silent. He originally thought that he only had to help finish off one plane, and it should be done within Futaba's menstrual period, which was just the right time.

Now it seems that we can only say that any help we can give is good. After Futaba's period is over, ask Ishii if he wants to leave together in the car. If he refuses, they can only leave alone.

The premise for Fujiwara Haru to help others is not to affect his family and friends. He does not want his actions to affect those who care about him.

The bedroom was a little quiet. Futaba looked up and said, "Fujiwara-kun, you seem to have misunderstood something. I said there was a problem, but I just wanted to tell you to understand it. Actually, you don't need to care too much."

"Listen to my suggestion."

"We can actually act separately. Fujiwara-kun needs to stay by my side while I'm feeling unwell. When I recover, I'll help Ishii build the plane, while Fujiwara-kun will be responsible for driving outside to explore and find a way down."

"By separating them this way, we won't be delayed in helping build the plane, nor will we be delayed in leaving the Layer City. After we help Ishii build the plane, we can leave the Layer City directly according to the route we've already explored."

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused: "Didn't they say that the Layered City is in danger of collapse at any time and we should get away from it as soon as possible?"

Futaba explained carefully, "This is just an initial assessment. After these days of observation, we've discovered that the core pillars of this stacked city are largely intact. Only the communication towers, which serve as secondary supports, have been damaged, and most of the damage has been limited to the internal spiral pathways. The external support structure remains intact."

"So we can be more at ease and not worry too much about the collapse of the stacked city."

"But we still have to stay away from it as much as possible. We have the gourmet tablecloth, so there's no need to look for food resources here. We can stay away from it more completely."

Fujiwara Haru nodded: "I understand, then let's do as you say, Futaba. If you need any physical work, you can ask me for help."

Futaba stood up and took a sip of water. "Fujiwara-kun, if you're out exploring, be careful if you run into other people. Especially someone like Ishii. Although she looks harmless, she's actually very dangerous in some ways."

I nodded in agreement. As expected, if there is anything, I still have to discuss it with Futaba. Not only can I find a better solution, but I can also get some suggestions.

Futaba is awesome, the best teammate!

Seeing Futaba Rio walking out the door, seemingly going to the bathroom, Fujiwara Haru subconsciously stood up: "Futaba, are you going to the bathroom? Let's go together."

"..." Looking at Fujiwara Haru who was used to it, Futaba Rio found that something seemed to be wrong.

She was silent for a while, thought about it, and realized that this was indeed very wrong. How could she gradually get used to him going to the toilet with her?

The air force base has sufficient water, electricity, and lights, and there is also an outsider named Ishii. After leaving the darkness, Futaba Rio discovered that they were not the only two in the apocalyptic world, and after following Ishii into the bathroom today, she saw some strange things.

It had been a long time since she last felt this way, and Futaba Rio felt extremely ashamed.

"Um... I can do it alone... Thank you..."

Fujiwara Haru looked at the abundant lights outside and reacted: "Oh, yes, there is light. Then I will clean up and go to bed."

He had always thought that Futaba Rio asked someone to accompany her to the bathroom simply because she was afraid of the dark, and he had never imagined that there was also a factor of dependence and goodwill between the two.

After watching Futaba leave, Fujiwara Haru sorted out some supplies and found that Futaba came back not long after she left.

She pursed her lips and said only one sentence after she came closer: "Follow me."

Fujiwara Haru followed Futaba with some confusion all the way to the bathroom door.

Futaba's expression was serious: "Fujiwara-kun, keep making noises. I need to verify something."

"What?" He mumbled for a moment, then cooperated and said, "Shh~shh~shh~"

Futaba suddenly squatted down and curled up, and you could feel her body trembling.

Some of them also squatted down in panic: "What's wrong?"

Futaba raised her head slightly, tears in her eyes and her face flushed: "Don't make that sound now! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Pervert!"

"what?"

Fujiwara Haru was confused, but she felt that she had done something wrong. After all, Futaba Rio was always calm and composed, and she had never been like this before. At this moment, her eyes were full of tears and her face was red, as if she had just been bullied.

But he just heard some sounds she made.

"Wait a minute, wait until I go in first before you make any noise." Futaba took a deep breath, stood up slightly and went into the bathroom.

"it is good."

Fujiwara Haru waited for a while and heard a faint voice from the bathroom: "Okay."

Although he was very confused, Futaba was his teammate and had a good personality, so he was willing to help, so he opened his mouth: "Shh~Shh~Shh~"

In the bathroom, Rio Futaba, with her red earlobes, looked at her wet panties, felt the cleanliness, and confirmed one thing.

Due to the long-term "sound-urination" association, she developed classical conditioning.

Now, her bladder had a new switch besides her own. One that was beyond her control and could be flipped at will, triggering something terrible.

64. Get the little witch's switch

When Futaba came out, she found that her originally flat pockets were bulging. She lowered her head and walked quickly towards the bedroom without saying a word.

He still seems angry.

Following behind him to the bedroom door, Futaba hesitated and whispered, "Fujiwara-kun, please come in later. Please don't look."

He agreed but didn't follow them in. Instead, he walked to the side and waited against the wall.

The rooms in this base are mostly square structures, a bit like shipping containers, and are very simple. They have no doors, which is why Ishii was able to go directly into the bathroom before. The bathroom also has no door, and you can see into the room from the doorway.

The base was very quiet, with no mosquitoes, no birds or animals, no wind, only the rustling sounds coming from the bedroom behind.

Fujiwara Haru was quite familiar with this sound. After all, he had been with Futaba for almost two months. This sound was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Futaba should be changing clothes.

To be honest, he had the urge to peek inside. He felt like he had a kitten, gently treading on his heart with its claws, making it itchy and messy, and his head was also messed up by it.

To be honest, he not only wanted to peek now, but he had some very excessive thoughts before.

For example, when Futaba is taking a bath, if you play without a virtual helmet, you will want to go and see when you hear the sound, and you will always have a vague imagination in your head about what it will be like when she takes a bath.

Or when Futaba goes to the bathroom, if it is a bathroom with poor water supply, there is no flushing sound, and only the dripping sound is heard, her head will feel empty and her body will become hot.

Or maybe it's just pure curiosity. When I see the panties drying on the shelves at Futaba, I feel an urge to see the fabric and touch it. I'm always curious about what it feels like and what it smells like.

Fujiwara Haru's body had not developed before, and he paid little attention to knowledge about the relationship between the sexes. Being ignorant, he now felt that his thoughts were too bad.

He still hadn't given up on the idea of judging by his actions rather than his heart. He felt ashamed of himself for wanting to do such bad things.

"Okay, Fujiwara-kun, come in." Futaba's voice came from the bedroom.

When I walked in, I found her already lying on the mattress and curled up under the covers.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Fujiwara Haru left a small flashlight on dimly, turned off the lights in the bedroom, and lay down in bed.

The only sound in the quiet bedroom was the breathing of the two people.

"Fujiwara-kun, don't you have anything to ask?" Futaba's voice was as calm as ever, returning to her usual Sanwu voice.

"..." Fujiwara Haru thought for a while: "No, what are you asking?"

He was a little ashamed just now because he wanted to peek at others changing clothes and didn't think too much about the messy things.

The bedroom was quiet for a while, and then Futaba's voice came from beside him: "I'm sorry, I scolded you just now, and it was very ugly. I called you an idiot and a pervert and so on. Come to think of it, this matter is not your fault."

"Ah, it's okay." Was he scolded just now? Fujiwara Haru didn't feel anything. His gradually recovered memory made him not react to being called an idiot, and being called a pervert didn't matter to him either.

The insults I occasionally heard from my friends were much more extreme than these two words, which has led to these two words becoming neutral words. Even the word "idiot" has become a friendly interaction between good friends.

This can't be considered as being scolded. In his opinion, it was just a complaint from a friend.

Futaba's voice was serious as she apologized again: "I was a little emotional just now. I'm really sorry. I cursed too much. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Although I didn't care, I was still very happy to be apologized to seriously. I felt that Futaba had a really good personality.

The bedroom was quiet. I could feel Futaba's breathing beside me. It seemed like she was taking deep breaths.

"Fujiwara-kun." Futaba's voice was a little soft.

"Yeah." He simply responded to her, indicating that he was not asleep.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "Can you please not make that kind of noise for the next period of time? For about a month."

Futaba wanted to break free from the control. She knew very well that as a human, she only needed to stop hearing that sound for a while to eliminate this conditioned reflex. But the premise was that Fujiwara Haru should not make that sound again during this period. Especially in daily life, if he unconsciously hummed that sound, she would collapse beside him.

"What?" Fujiwara Haru didn't react.

"It's just... when I go to the bathroom... I always ask you to make a sound. Please don't make that sound for a while."

"..." Fujiwara Haru was silent for a while, then said, "I understand, it's a conditioned reflex."

Seventh grade biology, unconditioned and conditioned reflexes, are taught in the textbook, with pictures and the dog. Fujiwara Haru thought of Futaba squatting down just now, and figured out why Futaba had changed clothes after returning to the bedroom.

He's not stupid, he's just not as talented as Futaba.

The breathing around her quickened. Futaba was already worried that Fujiwara Haru would notice, but she was even more afraid of accidentally triggering a conditioned reflex in her daily life. If someone saw her, she would die. At least, she couldn't let anyone else see her.

"Please... please don't... at least not anymore..." Futaba's voice was weak and her breathing was a little rapid.

"Don't worry, I won't make that sound again. Futaba doesn't like that, right?" Fujiwara Haru turned around with his back to Futaba: "I admit that I suddenly wanted to try it in my heart just now, right now. But I won't do that, don't worry."

"A long time ago, I made a promise with someone." Fujiwara Haru's voice was calm: "Don't bully others, don't humiliate others, don't slander others."

"I won't make that sound again, don't worry."

Futaba's breathing gradually became steady, until finally, she murmured, "Thank you..."

The night was spent in a deep sleep, and the next day was refreshed.

Fujiwara Haru was halfway through his morning run when he saw Futaba coming towards him.

"follow me."

It's the everyday version of Futaba, but today she tied her hair into a ponytail, and her loose hair was tied into a strand, which looked very refreshing.

Is there anything wrong?

With a sense of déjà vu, Fujiwara Haru followed Futaba to the bathroom door. He stood there in a daze, looking at Futaba.

Futaba didn't look at him, her back turned, her earlobes a little red: "Anyway, you won't be like that in front of outsiders, right?"

Fujiwara Haru nodded: "Ah...yeah."

"That's no problem. Remember to make a sound in half a minute."

"Ah... oh."

Futaba walked in without explaining anything else. Fujiwara Haru leaned against the wall, confused and thinking.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh"

Like a waterfall on a cliff, it hits the lake below, making a clear and pleasant sound. Along with the sounds of dripping and gurgling, the sound of rushing water also rang out.

Fujiwara Haru closed his eyes and murmured softly: "Uncle Daliang, I'm sorry, I have evil thoughts in my heart."

Then he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with determination: "This is a test. I will not break my promise, absolutely not."

He would never peek unless the act of peeking was no longer an evil act.

65. The little witch who gradually lets go of everything

By the way, why did Futaba let him come over?

Maybe it's because I'm used to the sound? I can pee without it, but it's not very smooth, so when it comes to good friends, I just keep it as it is for the sake of smooth purge.

Is that right?

Fujiwara Haru couldn't quite understand it, and he guessed that this might be the reason.

As time went by, a sound was heard, the sound of dripping water, followed by the sound of flushing.

In the bathroom, Futaba Rio's face was a little rosy. She had always been clear about her feelings. She admired him and didn't mind him hearing some of her voices, seeing some of her clothes, or even sleeping in the same bedroom.

She knew her feelings, but she didn't dare express them. Adolescents' thoughts were always complex. She wondered if she'd heard Fujiwara Haru was getting close to a girl. Did she think he already had a girlfriend? Should she ask? Would asking directly lead to her being discovered? Would it be embarrassing? Would they lose their friendship?

Rio Futaba knows a lot of knowledge, but when she falls in love, her emotional thinking begins to interfere with her thinking, making her entangled, hesitant, and timid.