Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

(Alone in the moonlight)

I can smile at the old days

(I can dream of the old days)

I was beautiful then

(Life was so beautiful back then)

Under the caregiver's astonished gaze, the old man slowly raised his arms and moved clumsily along with the singing.

Although the range is not even one tenth of that of a normal person, let alone those of young and flexible dancers.

However, when a person dances in memories, there is no standard of good or bad.

The singing gradually progressed.

Mori Yuesha's voice spread out, gradually overwhelming the unclear and low-quality recording, like the morning mist, making people want to reach out and touch it.

Behind the scent of wet grass came layers of water vapor, as if the fog had been lifted to reveal a clear stream, washing the pebbles and flowing quietly with the fish swimming around.

It's like a transparent glass thread, containing all the songs.

Anyone who hears it by chance will definitely wrap it up and hide it secretly in his pocket.

When I get home, I will turn it on again, put it to my ear when no one is around, and enjoy this clean whisper all to myself again.

The woods became quiet, the white hoof passed around an unopened flower, and the unicorn appeared in Mori Yuesha's singing. It gently rubbed the girl's palm with its side face, making the same sound as hers.

That is not a human voice.

It's a human fantasy.

The old man closed his eyes, chanted something, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

Tears burst out.

Chapter 5 Seeking Benevolence and Obtaining Benevolence

When Mori Yuesa turned around, she vaguely saw a few young men and women who were accompanying their families. They put down their mobile phones and clapped quietly not far away.

On the other side, Shizuka Hiratsuka found that the old man seemed to remember something, and walked over excitedly, but his toes were almost run over by the wheelchair.

"Who are you? Go away! Don't disturb me while I'm listening to music! You're so grown up, don't you know how to respect the elderly?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka: ...I am suffering, but not completely suffering.

"Is it okay to just let them record it?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka asked Mori Yuesa worriedly. It was she who asked Mori Yuesa to accompany her, but this happened. She was not sure whether the girl was willing to be photographed.

"What does it matter? It's just his back anyway."

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked her figure up and down.

"I think that even if you're just from behind, people who know you well will be able to recognize you..."

Mori Yuesha didn't care.

Ding.

The screen lights up.

A verification message pops up.

[I am Kasumi Shiko, hello, teacher Tsukihime. 】

Oh?

It seems like that girl Akane Kousaka mentioned it yesterday?

After saying goodbye to her grandmother and Shizuka Hiratsuka, on the way back, Mori Yuesha passed the verification.

The other party sent a message right after that.

[Xia Shizi: I'm a little excited. Is it really Teacher Tsukihime? ]

【Tsukihime: Yes.】

[Xia Shizi: As expected, she is very cool. She is indeed an artist who can draw the "Woman Swallowing a Wine Glass". ]

[Tsukihime: No, no (waving hands)]

[Tsukihime: I was singing just now and caught two butterflies! ]

【Tsukihime: Hahahahahahaha! 】

Kasumigaoka Utaha lying on the bed: …

His personality is somewhat different from what I knew.

[Xia Shizi: Teacher Tsukihime, I am your fan. ]

[Tsukihime: I heard from Akane... Oh, that's Akane Benizaka. She told me about your novel?]

[Xia Shizi: Um... is that okay? Please take a look at my work! ]

Sure, feel free to send it over.

Mori Yuesha asked her to wait, and when she got home, she took out the key and opened the door.

call out…

Snapped!

A small piece of pink fabric slapped against my face.

At the end of the second floor, Izumi Sagiri was hiding in the door - still in the state of 'throwing Zanshin', her angry little face puffed up like a pufferfish.

"It's been too long! Too long! Did Yuesha forget to come and see me?"

"How could that be! School is about to start soon, and there are a lot of things to prepare." Mori Yuesa dangled the little pink string on her index finger, bent down to change her shoes, and picked up the fruit and went upstairs.

"Hmm...I haven't seen Yuesha for several days! Muramasagi has also disappeared!"

"She's busy with the publishing sprint recently." Mori Yuesa walked into Izumi Sagiri's secret base.

There were clothes scattered all over the floor, snacks that had been opened but not finished, half-empty bottles of drinks, as well as paintbrushes, drawing boards, and various manuscripts...

"Oh, how will little Sagiri get married in the future?" Like an old mother, Mori Yuesa stuck her butt out to help Izumi Sagiri clean up, "Why not sell it to me? I can still afford to support you."

"Humph."

Izumi Sagiri jumped onto the bed on tiptoe, still angry.

"Okay, here, next time I'll bring you the honey-skinned swimsuit beach version sister..."

Morizuki Sa touched Sagiri's head, and in order to calm down the puffer girl, she betrayed her friend without hesitation.

"Really?!"

The little guy jumped up and gestured excitedly: "And that strong girl with dimples!"

"Hey, don't say that about others."

but…

Nanami Aoyama, Mariko Machida, I wish you happiness.

Mori Yuesha, who had gotten the upper hand, pretended to be nice and pulled down the corners of her mouth: "Sure enough, Sagiri is a girl who gets bored easily. She clearly said before that she likes to draw me the most..."

Izumi Sagiri doesn't buy it at all.

Her eyes were shining as she stared at Mori Yuesha, her sight sliding down from her collarbone like a water slide with a huge arc.

"Of course I like to draw Sister Yuesha the most. Then, can I draw you?"

Mori Tsukisa smiled and replied, "I will invite Nanami Aoyama and Mariko Machida to come over as soon as possible."

Tsk, unreliable and liar sister.

Izumi Sagiri curled her lips.

"recent……"

Ok?

The girl tentatively took a look at Mori Yuesha's expression. Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, she hesitated and said, "There is an interview with that guy..."

What? That guy?

"Tojo, Tojo Aoi!"

Mori Yuesha remained silent.

"Yeah, I see. So what?"

Mori Yuesa turned her back and continued to clean the room.

Although her tone was stiff, Izumi Sagiri could hear concern in it.

"So, Sister Yuesha, do you want to take a look? She mentioned you."

"Mentioned me...?"

The computer screen lights up.

The desktop wallpaper is a high-definition 4K photo of Mori Yuesha bending over to wipe the floor, but the shooting angle is not from the front.

Mori Yuesa is not sure whether this reflects the photographer's superb skills, but who else could be the culprit?

She bent her fingers and flicked Sagiri, and then she covered her head and moved the cursor to the video that had been saved earlier.

The black frame is opened and the sound comes out from the speaker.

[Interviewer: I see. Then, Ms. Tojo, what do you think about the future development of the Tojo Group...]

Barbara.

[Interviewer: That’s right, so, Ms. Tojo, do you have any hobbies? I heard that your father…]

Barbara.

coming.

[Interviewer: ...Of course, but do you have someone you like? In other words, have you ever considered dating?]

【Tojo Aoi: I have been in love. 】

The reporter asked a few more questions. In the picture, Aoi Tojo frowned and pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Tojo Aoi couldn't say it.

The lighting was very dazzling, but she knew that her makeup and clothes were perfectly matched and no flaws would be visible on the screen.

Just this question.

The interviewer on the other side was a little puzzled.

Is this question so difficult to answer?

"Ms. Tojo?"

He coughed, changed his sitting position, and asked again: "Do you have any regrets about your relationship?"

"After all, we are all people who have come from our youth (laughs), and we all have regrets that are different but equally painful."

In fact, just say: 'Of course.'

That's it.

But she couldn't say it.

The mystery at this moment suppressed her heart, her throat, and even her brain - she couldn't even nod.

【cost】

Hey, hey, hey.

The heart was beating wildly, and a pair of invisible hands were tightly grasping this organ that was already riddled with holes.

Look, you know. The key, the price, the answer.