I won't be a loser.

"You don't really like talking to me..."

"why?"

"Because Dad, you... No, it's nothing. Dad, you... have entered old age prematurely?"

I looked at my father suspiciously, feeling that he seemed to have intermittent amnesia.

About half an hour ago, it was normal.

Now he suddenly became a different person, which made Elio feel uncomfortable.

Split personality?

New dad?

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Everyone's wise man: 353. This is called sentiment

"Are you really Daddy?"

Feeling Elio's suspicious gaze, the wise man sitting in the living room had a subtle expression.

"I have always been a sage."

"So it's not Dad?"

Elliot frowned in confusion, then quickly understood!

"Dad has become a spaceman!"

"No, it's from Earth."

"Earthlings from the Universe."

"It doesn't seem to be a problem."

He looked down at the wound his daughter had treated, then watched the other party sweep all the debris on the ground into the trash can, pour them into the rolled-up paper, and wrap them up bit by bit. It seemed that he had a lot of common sense.

"Did your mother go to work again today?"

"Ah."

Use tape to wrap the paper layer by layer, then wrap it with another layer of paper, and wrap it layer by layer until the fragments are wrapped tightly.

"Elliot, you—"

"Ok?"

I wanted to ask about Elliot, but it felt a bit rash to ask. After a moment of silence, I found myself at a loss for words.

Well, I'm not usually a talkative person.

It's natural to feel speechless.

"Alien dad, which planet did you come to Earth from?"

"No, it's from Earth."

"A cosmic planet called Earth?"

Elliot thought for a moment and gave an expression of 'I see'.

"So that planet is pronounced the same as 'Earth'? Cosmic language? It's a new language I don't understand."

Such unconventional thinking was really not in line with Xianren. Xianren, who was sitting in the living room, was also shocked by Elio's magical thinking and fell into silence for a long time. After a moment, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Sanye's number.

"Three leaves?"

The call was answered.

"Woo wow, what's the matter with the sudden phone call? If nothing, I still need to sleep."

The disgust was so full that it almost overflowed from the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Tokyo."

"Not in Itomori?"

"If you're willing to support me with some living expenses, I don't mind taking the Shinkansen from Tokyo back to Itomori."

She was somewhat similar to the Mitsuha he knew, and there seemed to be no difference. Looking at Elio who had walked to the globe and gently tapped the globe with her slender white index finger, Xianren thought for a while.

"About when can I return to Itomori?"

"I'll reimburse you for your ticket, so you can leave now and see me tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"learn!"

After hanging up the phone, Xianren didn't quite understand why he was in Itomori while his sister Mitsuha slipped away to Tokyo.

And it seems that Mitsuha's life in Tokyo is not very affluent?

Didn’t I give her living expenses?

After thinking about it, I realized that I wouldn't be that stingy. Even if I got married, my attitude towards Sanye would not change.

He looked at his daughter.

"What time does your mother come home?"

"There are still three hours."

"I'll go to the study to take a look. If you need anything, come to the study to find me."

He lowered his head to glance at the back of his feet and walked slowly towards the study. Elliot looked at the sage's back, watching his walking posture, and his eyes looked even more strange.

He opened the book in his hand again and carefully compared it with the content of his last dream.

"Stars and Love."

I read it page by page, word by word, and found that there was no difference from what I saw yesterday.

There is no so-called sense of disobedience.

"...Even if it was a series of dreams, they wouldn't be so consistent. Moreover, the content of this book is too detailed. It seems like it really exists..."

It's like this book really exists and is a carefully compiled book.

The wise man sitting in the study was a little confused about the current situation. He didn't know whether this was a dream or some other reason that he didn't understand.

Could it be that he really became an alien?

On another planet called "Earth" countless light years away, another self and another home?

The atmosphere suddenly became sci-fi.

He rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, but the wise man still found it difficult to understand.

He looked at the photo frame beside the desk. In it was a photo of himself, Fujiwara, and Elio. The three of them were in the same frame. His eyes couldn't help but fall on his own face. Looking at the face that was exactly the same as the one he remembered, his expression was a little sad.

There were some wrinkles on his brow, making his face look a little sad.

Not like myself.

Rubbing his brow, he tried to find some records related to himself in the study, but unfortunately, he could not find any.

He has no hobby of keeping a diary.

No, this wise man does not have the hobby of writing a diary.

Unable to find any records, I opened my notebook and was surprised to find that I could access the Internet and see a lot of news and information.

"It's very detailed. Even a dream wouldn't be this detailed."

Most of the time, it's blurry, and if you want to look carefully, the screen will probably be covered with thick code.

I entered my name - Miyamizu Kento.

Soon, a large number of search results appeared. I clicked on them one by one and saw many reviews of "Star and Love", but there was very little information about myself.

“Is there no interview with the person himself?”

I carefully looked through the search results for a long time, but did not find many interviews related to him. There were only some descriptions of his background and some unfounded guesses about his writing mood.

Create something out of nothing.

"Your resume is somewhat similar to mine. Did you graduate from Itomori High School?"

I didn't go to Tokyo for high school, but I went to the Faculty of Literature at Rikkyo University in Tokyo.

"I didn't see any information related to women."

With a thoughtful expression, Xianren entered the name "Fujiwa Nunu" again and searched for it. The information that appeared this time was slightly less than the information about Xianren himself just now.

The first two people who caught Kento's eye were 'President Itomori Seimeng Travel' and 'The Writer's Wife'.

"The president of the travel agency?"

It turns out this place is so popular that it has become a tourist attraction?

After clicking on Nunu's profile and reading the details about the travel agency, Xianren had a general understanding of the situation, but still found it difficult to understand.

Without his own actual experience, he still had no idea what was happening here.

"Wait a minute, my daughter will probably go home. Then, maybe I can ask her what happened."

The only known situation at the moment is that Itomori was destroyed by a meteorite.

Although Itomori has been rebuilt, it has been developed into a tourist attraction. It seems that not all of the local residents of Itomori survived the disaster.

It even seemed that only a small number of people survived. The Miyamizu family lived in a relatively high place, and the meteorite fell on the opposite bank, so the Miyamizu family and the people living near the Miyamizu family did not suffer any major losses.

"It's like a blessing from God?"

Looking at the detailed report of the meteorite disaster, the wise man sitting in the study couldn't help but close his eyes.

Even though the Miyamizu family was not greatly affected, about three-fifths of the people in Itomori, except for the Miyamizu family, died in this disaster. Even those who survived had basically moved away from Itomori.

The remaining people probably account for less than one-tenth.

The pale numbers made the wise man slump in his chair. Thinking of the familiar face that disappeared in the disaster, he did not understand why the face was so gloomy.

Fortunately, at least nothing happened to my family.

It seems that because of this disaster, some of my previous works related to Itomori suddenly became popular, and many of them were remade into TV series.

"The former Itomori."

Sitting in the house in silence, the wise man looked at the time when the meteorite fell.

"Ok?"

I carefully looked at the time when the meteorite would fall, and it seemed that there were still two years left for me?

I don’t know if any accidents will happen to me at that time.

After silently noting the time, the wise man began to browse other news.

In the evening, Fujiwara No Naoto, wearing a black Western-style formal suit, returned home. Xianren, who was sitting in the study, walked out of the room and saw his wife.

"Are you the dad that Elliot was talking about?"

"No, I...I'm a wise man."

“It does feel different.”

Fujiwa Nunu came in front of Xianren and looked at her husband carefully. She also felt the difference between Xianren and usual. After thinking about her husband's problem, she gave up thinking.

"Never mind, I still feel no different from Xianren."

He looked at his daughter who was staying at home, and then his gaze turned to the back of the wise man's feet.

"injured?"

"I got hurt a little bit, but it's nothing serious."

"Hmm~"

Fujiwa Nunu stared at Xianren carefully for a while, then suddenly smiled, put down the bag in her hand, and went to prepare dinner.