This is not the date I wanted.

This is not the date I wanted.

Author: Chess Field Shocking

Tags: Healing, Marrying, Transformation, Date　

After escaping two car accidents in a row, the boy was unfortunately defeated by a banana peel. When he felt that his life was about to end, the boy thought to himself: "If I can travel through time, please give me a beautiful love. At least a date will do." ……… "Please date me!" Gokawa Shidao sincerely requested. Ryougi Yumezuki (♀) flipped the table and roared: "This is not the date I want!!!!!!"

00 This is not a death journey

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<Spacequake is a simple and fast means of movement, but its landing method is too simple and rough, which is likely to attract a large number of urban management officers. ——A certain girl said seriously. >

Dying?

Feeling his body being pushed backwards due to the loss of balance, even though his back was facing the ground, the boy was still very clear that the back of his head was about to hit the tip of a stone on the ground, and at this speed, he would definitely die.

Why did it become like this? The boy thought in confusion.

————————I am the dividing line of time travel————

It was five in the morning. Comic Market was held in Tokyo, Japan. Although there was still a long time before the official opening, a line of 100 meters long had already formed at the entrance.

The young man was at the front of the line. He knew very well that if he couldn't get the first chance at an exhibition of this level, he would only be left behind. So he had brought water and food with him the day before. But even so, there was still a group of people who arrived before him.

"As expected of Japan, the scale is different."

The boy took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat, and a hint of excitement appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This young man spoke the Chinese language.

The people around him were not surprised. The way of staying at home is everywhere, and the most widespread in China. It can even be seen in the United States on the other side of the earth, so it is not surprising that a Chinese boy appears here.

The reason why the boy appeared here was simple. Because he loved anime. In order to go to this holy land of otakus, he had made preparations a year ago.

He worked part-time to collect the necessary travel expenses, taught himself oral Japanese, and even forged an identity in order to apply for a passport to travel abroad. This shows how much the boy loves otaku culture.

But from the boy's own point of view, he is not a otaku. At least not a qualified otaku. Because his parents died in accidents when he was young, since he came out of the orphanage, he has spent most of his time running around to make money, which is obviously different from those who stay at home and devote themselves to the second dimension. People like him can only be called pseudo-otaku.

And the most important thing is that he is very different from most of the otakus in the world.

He hates watching works about harem and palace.

In his opinion, those anime that say the male protagonist is so powerful that the world can accept his polygamy, or that some profession allows polygamy, or that they say "I want everyone to be happy" are all nonsense and have no rationality at all. They are purely for the purpose of gaining profits and using people's desire for harem that cannot be satisfied in reality to increase their popularity.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with this. After all, if you can't pick up a girl, can't you still fantasize about it? You should know that the laws of both Japan and China are tolerant of freedom of thought.

But maybe it was the influence of his dead parents. The boy prefers works where the male protagonist is devoted to the female protagonist. He will be disgusted by those works with harem just by looking at them.

For example, if you accidentally open up a harem line while playing a dating game, the average otaku will be so happy that he will cry and jump up and down and post about it online, but the boy will probably just take out the plate and throw it into the trash can.

Ah - sorry, we got off topic.

Time passed slowly as people waited. A ray of morning sun rose slowly from one end of the horizon, illuminating the dark and silent square.

The boy packed his luggage and stood silently in the crowd, counting down in his heart.

The moment the door opened, the boy turned into a greedy wolf.

—————I am the dividing line where shopping ends——————

Wow! It really deserves to be the world's number one homebody concentration area. I have gained a lot in many aspects.

At dusk, when the first day's stall was closing, the young man sighed with satisfaction, stretched his body, and planned to go back to the hotel to rest.

"Hey, little brother! Wait!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind. To the boy's surprise, the other party spoke authentic Chinese Mandarin.

Turning around, he saw a slightly rustic college student wearing a light blue sportswear and waving at him with a smile.

"Chinese?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Guan Yuyi, who came here to study abroad."

Perhaps because they were meeting fellow countrymen in a foreign land, the boy immediately felt a sense of familiarity and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Ah! Nothing serious!" Guan Yu scratched his hair with a silly smile and said, "It's just that seeing so many people carrying bags, but you were the only one with nothing in your hands, I was a little curious. After I found out that you were from the same hometown, I couldn't help but talk to you."

Indeed, everyone would carry something after entering the museum. It was quite rare for the young man to come out empty-handed.

"You didn't think I bought anything?"

"really."

The boy smiled, looked at the other person and said, "Dude, you're not a homebody, are you?"

Guan Yuyi was obviously stunned for a moment by the boy's words, then he laughed and readily admitted: "Little brother, you are quite good. How did you know that?"

The boy did not hide much from Guan Yuyi's curiosity: "Actually, there is no mystery. There is only one reason why you come out of the comic market empty-handed. That is, you bought too much and couldn't move it, so you had to send it back by mail. This is common sense."

The earlier you arrive, the easier it is for you to choose. As a result, the boy buys almost all the doujinshi or games that he finds interesting.

"By mailing... that's a huge amount."

"Not a lot, actually. About the amount of ten boxes of oranges!"

I actually wanted to buy more, but considering that it was only the first day of the comic market, if I was too reckless, I would run out of budget at the critical moment. So the boy still restrained himself.

"..." After a moment of silence, Guan Yuyi laughed dryly with a blushing face, "This is really amazing!"

"This level is normal." The boy waved his hand indifferently, and then asked, "Why is Mr. Guan here?"

"Me? As you can see, I'm here to set up a stall. To help my roommate who got food poisoning. But sales are a bit bleak." Guanyu shrugged and said helplessly.

The boy looked at the small stalls, which basically sold some anime peripherals. One should know that this exhibition mainly sold doujinshi, and the stall owner himself did not have the so-called otaku vibe, so probably no one would approach such a stall.

"Well, little brother, since we're from the same hometown, just pick something and buy it so I can explain to my roommate. I'll give you a discount."

The young man looked at the other party's request with his hands clasped together, and couldn't help but laugh, "Since we are from the same hometown, why don't you just send me there?"

"No matter what, you can't use your friends' things as favors."

"That's right."

The boy looked at the peripherals on the stalls, and found that most of them were either already in his possession or the characters were not his cup of tea. The boy was a little disappointed, and was about to pick one at random and go back, when he was suddenly attracted by a model box.

"Mr. Guan, can I pick it up and take a look?"

"No problem at all."

The boy picked up the model box and looked inside. Inside was a figurine. The girl inside had long brown hair that reached her waist, big amber eyes, and a confident and calm smile on her delicate face. She was wearing a black windbreaker, but underneath was the school uniform of Tokiwadai, a prestigious girls' school in "A Certain Scientific Railgun".

The boy couldn't help but frown. Although "A Certain Magical O Index" had a harem tendency and he didn't pay much attention to it, the anime "A Certain Scientific O-Railgun" which was a spin-off was his favorite anime. As an avid fan, the boy already knew the characters of the Magical Index world by heart.

"I remember this thing. When it was delivered to the dormitory, the guy was shouting that this was not my sister at all and wanted to return it. I really don't understand, doesn't it look cute?"

It's not strange, the boy thought. The figurine in front of him doesn't match any character in the original work. Although the early Misaka girl did have long hair, the facial expression is more like Misaka Mikoto. Although the production process is first-class, otakus who buy figurines tend to worship idols, and an unknown character like this will certainly not be popular.

If it was just an official printing error, it would be different. On the contrary, the value would probably be several times higher. However, after careful inspection, the boy did not find the official manufacturer's production label, so this possibility was also ruled out.

But even so, the boy was quite fond of this figure.

"Well, I'll choose this one."

Guan Yuyi looked incredulous.

"Are you sure you want to choose this? My roommate told me at the time that this figurine was the least likely to sell."

"People have different preferences. I like long hair, so I can accept it as a long-haired girl."

"Your world is so hard to understand."

“I admit that I can’t stay at home.”

One hand paid the other hand delivered the goods. When the boy was about to leave, Guan Yuyi called him back.

"By the way, what's your name, little brother? Leaving your contact information will also help us make friends."

The boy hesitated for a moment. Although he was not very enthusiastic about whether he had any friends, he saw that the man had a good personality. Although he was not a otaku, he did not have any prejudice against otaku culture.

"My name is Guan Meng. Please give me your guidance."

……

"Alright. Let's go have some dinner and prepare for tomorrow's activities!"

Carrying the newly bought action figure, Meng strolled on the unfamiliar street, glancing at restaurants that still had vacancies.

Then he happened to see a little boy chasing a rolling ball in the middle of the road.

Hey, kid, don't you know this is a death flag?

Sure enough, a truck hit the little boy without slowing down at all.

Although he is not a cute little boy, Meng is not a cold-blooded person who would watch someone die without helping, and after the accident in front of him, he doesn't think he can fully enjoy the next comic exhibition.

As passers-by screamed, Meng jumped over the guardrail and rushed forward to hug the little boy. Thanks to Meng's daily training and his timely reaction, he finally avoided being hit by a car.

"Are you okay?" Meng asked hurriedly.

I don't know if the little boy was stupid or didn't understand the situation. He just tilted his head, pointed at the street and said, "Brother, you dropped something."

Looking back suddenly, he saw that the figurine he had just bought was now sitting right in the middle of the driveway where the little boy had just been. As if to replace the little boy's fate, a sports car was crashing towards the figurine at a very fast speed.

"Nooooooooo!" With a miserable wail, Meng rushed back to the road without looking back.

Just when everyone thought Meng was willing to sacrifice his life, Meng did something surprising.

Meng grabbed the bag containing the figurine and faced the sports car. Before the driver could react, Meng stepped on the front of the sports car, as if ignoring the relative speed difference. He stood on the sports car steadily, ignoring the owner's stunned expression, and carefully checked the damage of the figurine. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just covered with dust and no damage.

Looking back at the driver, I found that he was already stunned by Meng's actions. It was a miracle that he could control the steering wheel.

I can't count on him to park the car for me. Meng thought so and had no choice but to jump towards the sidewalk.

He was originally thinking about doing a cartwheel in the air to shock the crowd, but when he felt his feet slip when he landed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Who the hell is so wicked as to throw banana peels around?

———————————I am the dividing line where time is reset—————

At the moment when life is about to end, the flow of time seems to suddenly slow down, and all kinds of memories of the past flood into the mind like a tide.

I didn't expect that I would have to watch a revolving lantern at such a young age. Meng showed a bitter smile on his face.

If I had known this earlier, I would have died in a car accident at the beginning. If I’m lucky, I might even be able to travel through time!

The moment this thought came to Meng's mind, she felt that she had read too many time-travel novels.

——Why do you want to travel through time, kid?

Suddenly, a calm voice came from my mind.

Is he finally going crazy? Never mind, I'm going to die soon anyway.

"Of course I want to live. It's really hard to end my life like this."

——If you traveled through time, what would you like to do?

What to do? Is that even a question?

Before his head was about to be pierced by a sharp object, Meng gave the answer without hesitation.

"I've been a single guy my whole life, so of course I want to have a wonderful relationship after traveling through time. Even if we're not together, a date will be fine."

No one noticed that the figurine in Meng's hand began to emit a faint fluorescence.

What made passers-by unbelievable was that at the moment when the boy was about to fall to the ground, a dark crack quietly swallowed the boy and then disappeared without a trace.

Guan Meng, a citizen of the Celestial Empire, is now in hiding in Tokyo, Japan.

PS: Originally, the male protagonist should have died when he was hit by a car while saving a child. But Dian Niang said that death travel is not good for the physical and mental health of teenagers, so it became like this. Dian Niang is really getting more and more arrogant. (′~`)

PS2: Maybe those who have read the previous novel of Jingxin will have a strong sense of déjà vu about the protagonist's name, this is because, Jingxin, I am lazy. But the two are definitely not the same person, Jingxin, let me make it clear now.

PS3: I was shocked that my novel was deleted by Qidian.com, so I decided to come here to hang out. Please give me more advice. Bow~

01 This is not the time travel I want!

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(Hey, hey! Get up, kid, the sun is shining on your butt!)