My daily life is getting weird because I am caught between being in a band and being an idol.

Unfortunately, Chaoyang didn't have time to take advantage of this.

"You idiot! What are you thinking?!"

Chaoyang roared, accompanied by intense pain in his face.

His face slammed into the cold, hard railing, and a rush of heat instantly welled up from the tip of his nose. The pain made Chaoyang almost let go and cover his face.

The pressure on his arm told him that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the girl would really fall off the bridge.

While waiting for the tingling sensation in his arm from the collision and friction to subside, he pulled her up in one go. Fortunately, Chaoyang's strength is now at its peak, and even though his posture was very strange and he couldn't exert any force, and he was in pain, he was still able to easily lift a girl weighing about 50 kilograms with one hand.

After putting the girl down on the road, Chaoyang sat down on the spot, panting heavily.

"Haa, haa, haa. Do you want to die?"

"ah......"

Upon hearing Chaoyang's words, the girl showed a very surprised expression. Despite having just escaped death, she was surprisingly calm.

"No... I think I saw flowers flying in the air, but I just stretched out my hand..."

"flower?"

Chaoyang glanced outside the bridge; there were no flowers in sight.

"I wanted to grab it, but I couldn't reach it..."

"Are you on too many drugs?! There's no flower involved!"

It was rare for Chaoyang to be so angry with a girl.

The girl shrank back when she saw the angry sunrise, and said somewhat fearfully.

"Um... your nose is bleeding... and you have scrapes on your hands too."

This was caused by the intense friction from Chaoyang's hand hitting the guardrail nut.

"Yes, thanks to you."

Just as Chaoyang was about to leave, the girl suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Wait, wait a minute! My home is nearby..."

. .

"Aha"

Chaoyang was eventually forcibly dragged to the girl's house, and even to her room. Although it was somewhat inappropriate, Chaoyang's mind was already wandering to the point that he wondered if she would repay him with her body now that he had saved her life.

For a moment, I even seriously considered whether to accept it or not.

However, the girl took out cotton balls from the family first aid kit to plug her nostrils and then took out a band-aid to put on her arm, enjoying the rare service from the JK (high school girl).

"..."

"Say something, will you...?"

Unexpectedly, after doing all this, the girl suddenly stopped talking.

"I, I'll get something to drink."

As if to deal with the rising sun, the girl said one sentence and immediately walked out.

Forget it, I'll just go back. But it seems like I came all this way for nothing. I'll come back tomorrow.

Looking at the sky outside, I figured it would be pointless to go to the entrance of Moon Forest now; almost everyone would have left.

He planned to leave after the girl returned.

But this is a rare opportunity, so let's just treat it as a guy looking into a girl's room... Well, there's not much to see.

The room's overall tone isn't particularly girly; it has a bunk bed with the space underneath cleverly utilized as a desk/work area. The desk is covered with books and various bottles and jars. The overall style is quite simple.

"Hmm... but upon closer inspection, there are quite a lot of different kinds of little gadgets."

Clips of various colors, glass beads, small items—the variety is impressive, clearly indicating someone who has a habit of categorizing and organizing their belongings.

"Snapped"

With the sound of the door closing, JK walked in carrying a tray.

"For drinking..."

"Uh, thank you..."

Who's so kind as to serve milk to their guests?

Chaoyang realized that this girl was probably not a normal person.

At least from the beginning until now, he hasn't thanked or apologized to himself.

I also can't understand the logic behind her behavior.

A sense of crisis immediately arose.

Let's leave before her parents come back. What if she has some kind of cognitive disorder? Even if you say you're her savior and were brought back, she probably won't believe you.

"...By the way, what's your name?"

"......lamp......"

The reply was very brief, and Chaoyang had only wanted to ask about her surname, although he had already seen it on the doorplate before entering her house. But to make it more plausible, he deliberately asked.

But seeing that the other party never followed the expected pattern in their speech, Chaoyang became too lazy to think about it anymore.

"Takamatsu, I won't say much more, but you need to be more careful next time. You might not be so lucky next time... *gulp gulp*"

After saying that, Chaoyang finished drinking the milk in one gulp.

"It's delicious, thank you for your hospitality, I'll take my leave now."

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Suddenly, the lamp grabbed Chaoyang's hand again.

This guy has no sense of propriety at all; he grabs my hand right away every time.

"What happened again?"

The lamp quickly ran to the small space under the bed, opened a pencil case, seemed to take something out, and then ran back to Chaoyang.

"Um...this is for you..."

"Huh? Another band-aid? Is this a chinstrap penguin? Or a rockhopper penguin?"

Chaoyang's miscellaneous knowledge is quite good. In his past life, he liked to read the science popularization of the naturalist Xiaoliang. He has a relatively rich knowledge of animals and can accurately name the penguin species on the band-aid.

"Oh, right! This is a chinstrap penguin. There are others like the Adelie penguin, with its white belly and black head! And this emperor penguin is the largest; they can grow to over a meter tall! King penguins aren't as big as emperor penguins, but they have beautiful orange markings on their necks... As for rockhopper penguins, they have yellow feathers on their heads, like they're wearing a crown..."

The lamp spoke faster and faster, its knowledge of penguins becoming increasingly intimate, a stark contrast to its earlier silence.

Hmm... I guess I shouldn't be showing off... It's like I've flipped a strange switch... But judging from the bottles and jars on the table, and the various badges... she seems to really enjoy collecting. She's talking so enthusiastically now, I don't have the heart to interrupt her... Maybe it's just that she doesn't have many friends, which has led to this strange personality.

Five minutes have passed.

However, the lamp continued to speak.

While speaking, he kept handing band-aids to Chaoyang.

"...And the Little Blue Penguin series..."

Chaoyang was numb and finally stopped complying.

"Uh, that's enough, that's more than enough."

Chaoyang grabbed her, but Deng didn't pay attention to her footing and her little toe hit the storage box next to her. The instant pain caused her to lose her balance, and Chaoyang reflexively reached out to help her.

However, in the chaos, he accidentally used too much force, pulling her halfway around and falling backward himself.

Her body lost control and she fell onto Chaoyang, her face almost touching his. Both of them were stunned and stared at each other.

Chaoyang, who had been single since birth for many years, couldn't help but blush and feel nervous for a moment.

On the contrary, although Deng was a little flustered, she did not blush in any ambiguous way. She simply placed her hands on the floor on both sides of Chaoyang's head, propped herself up, and then knelt down on her knees and prepared to get up.

at this time

"Hey, I brought back apples?!"

The door was opened, and the father of the lamp witnessed this embarrassing scene.

Chapter 101: The achievement on the first day of meeting was an insurmountable peak for Li Xi.

I've always felt that I'm a little different from everyone else. I first realized it when I was in kindergarten, when I gave a friend a woodlice I had collected as a gift.

...As a result, it seems my parents both went to apologize to the other party... From that day on, I vaguely realized that it was as if I was the only one lacking something, and I felt very sad that I had drifted away from the world... So I want to be like everyone else, not drift away from this world.

But this feeling didn't disappear until middle school. Although I made friends easily, I still felt like I was alone... until I met Saki-chan. I saw a flower very close to me and instinctively wanted to grab it, and then she suddenly tackled me to the ground... It felt like my life finally changed. Then I met Soyo-chan, Taki-chan, and the others... I felt like I finally understood what others often experienced... I thought it could continue like this forever.

But it seems like I did something wrong again, because I sang badly, and Saki-chan left the band.

It was my fault that CRYCHIC failed, so I haven't practiced since then because I don't know how to face everyone.

Although I received many messages saying "I'm waiting for you," I never replied. Time just passed like that... Before I knew it, I was in high school.

I ran into Saki again... For some reason, she went to the same school as me, but we've broken off all contact and it won't happen again.

She seemed completely disappointed in me; she only glanced at me once and never looked at me again.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the bridge where I first met Saki.

I vaguely saw a familiar flower, as if it were floating past me again.

It was a feeling of déjà vu. Years ago, I saw this flower too, approached it, reached out to grab it, but was knocked to the ground in that instant, completely changing my previously lonely life. Now, the flower is fluttering before my eyes again, and my hand unconsciously reaches out again, as if grabbing it would take me back to that time, back to the days before my relationship with Saki broke down.

. .

Takamatsu Akari's home.

"...That's roughly how it is, Mr. Takamatsu."

Gao Songdeng's father was somewhat rational and didn't impulsively beat up Chaoyang after seeing that scene. Although part of the reason was that it seemed that Deng was the one taking the initiative in terms of position, if the positions had been reversed, the police would probably have arrived by now.

"Um......"

The lamp nodded silently.

The father sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time before finally believing what Chaoyang had said.

"Excuse me, you clearly saved my daughter... yet I still doubt you... Could you please move that light back to its room? I'd like to talk to Hiraishi-kun."

"Ah."

After silently nodding, Deng returned to her room and closed the door.

"Hiraishi-kun, would it be convenient for you to come to the balcony for a chat?"

It's inconvenient; I want to go home.

"Yes, that's fine..."

Father Deng got up and walked to the narrow balcony, with the rising sun following closely behind.

After Chaoyang came in, Deng's father closed the French windows as a precaution, to prevent Deng from hearing their voices.

"...Mr. Takamatsu, if you still have doubts... there's nothing I can do. If it really comes down to it, just call the police."

"I'm sorry for causing you to misunderstand... I believe what you said is true, and I am very grateful to you for saving my daughter's life."

But then Gao Songdeng's father stood up straight with unusual solemnity, then slowly bent down and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle. His posture was full of gratitude and apology.

"Tomori actually has Asperger's syndrome."

Chaoyang wasn't too surprised by this; her behavior was definitely somewhat due to a congenital condition.

He nodded and echoed the sentiment.

“That makes sense. No wonder she was so focused on what was in front of her that she neglected her own condition. The lack of ability to perceive and assess risk is one of the characteristics of ASD patients. You parents have had a tough time.”

Judging from this family's financial situation, it's unlikely that the parents will accompany their child to school. In this case, it would be best to have a friend or acquaintance accompany the child.

Upon hearing this, the father of the lamp became somewhat panicked.

"...So you're saying she doesn't know what danger is?"

"Well... you can't say that. If we use a processor as an analogy, an ASD patient is single-threaded. If she's not focused on something else, she should normally know what danger is. But if she focuses on something, she will automatically ignore other things. This time, she almost fell off the bridge because she said she wanted to grab a flower."

Father Deng fell into deep thought at this moment, and after a short while, he spoke.