The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

In addition, the unique transparency and ethereality in her clear and cold voice allowed Ms. Hoshikawa, who didn't know any singing techniques, to give a very objective evaluation.

"Hao Ting!!"

Thanks to the title of "Sister's Majesty", Amamiya Yi is at least a little better than Xiao Liuli in everything.

As a popular new V whose main job is singing and playing games, Liuli's performance level is naturally at a level that ordinary audiences can find pleasant to the ears.

She certainly can't compare with professional singers, but she is not a professional to begin with. She just sings occasionally to make a living.

"Teach me, teach me! If Xiaoyi were to sing on stage at this level, she'd definitely win the campus top ten singing competition!"

Miss Chuan showed an expression of great admiration.

"As expected of my favorite Xiaoyi, she really can do everything!"

"You, stop talking nonsense and learn some basic vocal techniques first..."

The girl said with a slightly blushing face.

This guy, why is he speaking more and more directly now...

No, there must be punishment!

She glanced at the development card with good CD, maxed out her physical strength and body shaping, and injected it into Miss Chuan's body.

“——Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Miss Chuan rolled her eyes.

........

.......

"Apart from them, only you and I know what happened today. Please don't spread it to anyone else."

"If you tell anyone..."

"Senior sister, why are you talking so strangely?"

"..."

"Anyway, don't tell anyone else about this. Remember to keep it confidential! Respect other people's privacy, understand?!"

"Humph, I won't tell anyone about Amamiya Yi's affairs. Senior, please stop repeating it here. I know what's going on."

Outside the school gate, Nao Hanayama watched the blonde girl get into a luxurious and restrained black limousine and drive away.

What just happened had a great impact on her heart.

Although it was quite shocking that the "girl" named Chaobi was a person with gender identity disorder, she was not someone Miss Disciplinary knew after all, so she did not take it too seriously.

What surprised her, of course, was the fact that Amemiya-chan was born to like girls.

I originally thought that only my sister would be like this, but I didn't expect that other girls would also have this situation...

Nao Hanayama was in a complicated mood. She silently lifted her shoulder bag, took out her cell phone from her pocket, and looked at the photo album.

There aren't many things in her gallery, most of them are photos of liberal arts teachers writing on the blackboard in private schools.

There are also a few photos of me and my sister standing together when we were in elementary school. They were very close at that time, but now they have gradually become distant.

Then a few photos were taken of the president lying on the table as if dead. A high school girl named Jinguji Ayano was one of the few people she could talk to in school. She was also a very famous talented girl in the school. Her support rate was very high in the election at the beginning of the school year.

Although according to the president herself, those who voted were just big shots who were jealous of her, the discipline director knew that it was just a humble remark and the president was a true genius.

Not only is she highly capable in handling various matters, but she's also very approachable. She spends very little time studying, yet manages to rank in the top 20 in her second grade. Her only weakness is her athletic ability, which isn't even as good as that of elementary school girls...

I flipped through the photos of the president and found the latest one was saved in the morning. It showed two black-haired girls hugging each other intensely on the way to school. It looked like a snapshot that could easily be misunderstood.

Nao Hanayama stared at the picture for a while, her face a little cold, and she felt inexplicably unhappy.

I angrily switched to the main interface, deleted the process, opened the built-in browser, and silently searched the encyclopedia for explanations about girls liking girls.

"...Levi?"

"And yuri... lesbian... lesbian? LGBT?"

What is this all about?

The girl frowned, a little confused about the origin of these names, but she roughly understood the meaning. In short, they are referring to girls like Amemiya-chan, right?

She thought about it for a moment, then curiously checked the percentage of people.

Then she was surprised to find that the proportion of lesbians in Japan was close to 20%?!

——As a tangerine-flavored world centered on the heroine, the production team doubled the original 8.9%, and editing this number is very reasonable.

However, this number had a huge impact on the iron-blooded discipline chief.

"20% are yuri... That means, on average, one out of five girls likes girls... Is that true?!"

She couldn't believe it.

Not only that, after carefully checking the local reports in Tokyo, she found that Shibuya even has a local regulation called the "Gay Rights Protection Ordinance", and even has a special "Partnership Certificate", which is similar to a marriage certificate and is specifically for this type of people!

——By the way, what’s even more incredible is that these two things also exist in Shibuya in real life and have been implemented for several years.

All I can say is, the world is wonderful.

Hanayama Haruho, who had thought that such situations between girls were very rare and that she was a complete heretic among girls, twitched her mouth slightly. She felt that her worldview suddenly became a little distorted.

As traditional people, most of the people in the Huashan family are very conservative. In their cognition, not to mention same-sex relationships, even a difference of five or six years in age between men and women is difficult to accept. They are very persistent in pursuing a match between the two families and the right age.

This also means that Miss Fengjichang, who has always been in an information barrier, has very little knowledge in this area and only has a superficial understanding of "sex".

For example, now, just because she saw many intimate, kissing, hugging, and somewhat erotic photos on the Internet, Hanayama Haruho blushed.

The girl looked around like a guilty thief, and after confirming that no one noticed, she carefully closed the browser and trotted back to the apartment.

As for why a prominent family like the Huashan family would let her rent an apartment...

It may sound counterintuitive, but in Japan, people who live in single-family houses are very likely to be less wealthy than those who rent luxury apartments.

Although those who live in high-end apartments are not necessarily extremely wealthy, those who can afford to rent such a place with a monthly rent that exceeds the salary of an ordinary office worker are definitely not poor. They are likely to be white-collar workers with a monthly salary of one million yen.

Haruho Hanayama's parents helped her rent an apartment near the school, which was only a few dozen meters away from the private school she went to every night.

As a school district house close to the school, the price here is naturally a shocking figure for ordinary people. Her sister Huashan Zhenshizu also works locally, so for now, she lives with her two sisters. After all, they are sisters with a ten-year age difference, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

"I'm back."

The brown-haired girl gently took off her shoes and walked into the living room wearing short white socks.

.......

"Unfortunately, Miss Chuan no longer works at our store. She officially terminated her contract with us and left."

"I'm very sorry... but this is her personal wish. Our store is merely a platform for female public relations professionals to showcase themselves. We have no right to stop them from pursuing their own lives. Please don't be too upset."

"Wow! My Chuan Chuan! Come back, how can I live without you?!"

"Achuan, please don't leave me, okay? Didn't you agree to spend the rest of your life with me? I made so much money to support you, why are you suddenly ignoring me?"

"Hahaha, I must have upset her before. Xiaochuan is hiding and doesn't want to see me anymore... Get out of the way! Don't stop me! I want to go in and find her!!"

"Sister Chuan, where are you? I haven't seen you for several days. I'm so scared..."

"No one cares about Miss Amamiya?! She could be my mother! Why didn't she come all of a sudden?!"

"Wow, without her, who will fill the gap left by my deceased mother?"

When Shizuku from Hanayama Town mustered up the courage to return to "Love Girl" after many days, she saw a group of noble ladies from Tokyo's upper class, daughters of wealthy families, daughters of consortiums, and female presidents crying and going crazy at the door.

The well-trained gangsters of the Uezawa Group were dumbfounded when they saw these women of noble status and astonishing wealth crying and throwing tantrums. They all stood there speechlessly and acted as their human punching bags, being brutally beaten by several female presidents who were over 40 years old, fat, and big-bellied.

It’s a pity that they didn’t even dare to fight back, for fear that they would hit the wrong person and be killed later.

“…”

Seeing the absurd, bizarre and funny scene, Huashan Zhenshizu didn't smile at all, but felt empty in her heart.

The girl who saved her life on a rainy night.

That beautiful girl who is a little immature, but also very stubborn and strong.

The female PR who listens to herself complaining every night and complaining to each other from time to time...

"She's really gone..."

"I will never see her again in this life..."

Shizuku from Huashan Town didn't know how she got home.

She was a little out of consciousness, sitting in the living room in a daze, staring at the wall in a daze.

She really wanted to see Chuanchuan's appearance again, but ironically, in the two years they had been together, she hadn't even taken a single photo of him because of the store's rules.

After hundreds of days together, in the end I didn't even have a photo of her, and nothing of hers was left, only the memories in my mind.

Memories are something that will only become increasingly blurred with the passage of time, and will be washed away bit by bit until they are completely forgotten. Perhaps in the end, you will only remember that there was a very beautiful girl who once sat gently in front of you, with a charming smile and a tenderness in her eyes, chatting with you boredly.

Without Chuanchuan, I probably will have no sorrow or joy in my life from now on.

Huashan Zhenshizu's eyes looked as if she was dead.

"--Why do I see you looking so pale every time I come home lately?"

The well-proportioned, brown-haired girl gently put down her shoulder bag and looked at her sister, who looked as dull as a "Daughter-Looking Stone". She felt that her sister's condition had worsened again today.

It seems necessary to talk about what just happened to divert attention.

She thought silently, and then acted decisively.

They are also the second week: Chapter 199: The intersection of the Hanayama sisters and the turmoil of the Fujiwara family

Hanayama Haruho leaned closer, sat on the sofa with her phone in hand, and poked her sister's face.

No response.

Her eyes were like those of an eighty-year-old lady with Alzheimer's disease, but her face felt as soft as a young girl's. However, her skin felt a little dry, and she had some small acne because she was in a bad mood.

"What happened to you today?"

Faced with her sister's rare concern, Huashan Zhenshizu looked dazed and didn't say a word.

"Want a drink to relax?"

Scored twice, but still no response.

The sister lost her patience and was too lazy to coax her, so she chose the trump card.

"There's someone I care about at school..."

“——Bang!!”

Huashan Zhen Shizuku instantly slammed the table and stood up. The shock of the collapsing mountains and rivers overwhelmed the sadness that was like an endless upstream river. "Let me give you some advice! Which little witch have you fallen in love with?!"

"...Sister, you said dirty words." The discipline chief couldn't help but mutter -

"——Hurry up! A little! If you don't tell me now, I'm going to rub your nipples for an hour today! If it doesn't swell up to a D cup, I'll write my name upside down!!"

“I don’t like it, it’s just…”

"Last warning." Huashan Zhenshizu's dragon claw hand was ready to move.

My sister, who is known as the lie crusher, always does what she says.

Hanayama Haruho looked down at her small hill, which was only of average development, and after estimating the dire consequences, she silently picked up her phone.

“The first picture in the gallery…”

"let me see!!"

Turning her grief and anger into strength, Huashan Zhen Shizuku urgently needed something to help her divert her attention so that she could forget the deep pain and Frostmourne brought to her by Miss Kawa's departure.

She took her sister's cell phone, entered the password with ease, and forced a smile that was almost crazy, wanting to see which handsome boy could win the heart of her rigid and ruthless sister.

——However, after seeing the familiar face in the gallery.

Hanayama Shizuku's smile completely disappeared.

.........

I still vaguely remember that a few days ago, Huashan Zhenshizuku once asked Miss Kawa in the store whether she had a girl she liked at school.

Miss Chuan said she didn't have any, but her lie was exposed instantly, and she used provocation to bring out the other person's image characteristics: