The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

"I went to read a book."

The smile on her face seemed to be fleeting. The girl, who had regained her calmness, gently put down the bowl that had been emptied without her knowing when, and walked away, leaving the couple standing there in a daze.

After the fight, I felt inexplicably cold.

.....

After a while, when it was almost time to go out for work, there was a rare silence.

Such a beautiful smile made both of them realize that they hadn't seen her smile like that for a long time.

For the first time, I discovered that my daughter Bingliangliang actually looks very pretty when she smiles, but it also makes me feel a little distressed.

That expression was like a social animal who had been working overtime for a year and came home to see the children's laughter and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

It is certainly heartbreaking to see this look on the face of a young girl who has just entered high school.

Is it one year, two years, or five years?

It seems to have started after she was in the third grade of elementary school.

The couple has been busy with work for many years, working overtime from morning till night, and they are exhausted when they come back. Naturally, they have no idea how their daughter is doing at home.

But when I came to my senses, I found that she seemed to have grown up, become sensible, quiet, and always handled the things at home meticulously. She no longer needed someone to take care of her like Liuli.

Cleaning, three meals a day, working, studying, a clean house, impeccable meals, working hard during holidays to save up tuition, and my transcripts are always so outstanding.

The most taboo thing in the world is perfection. The moon waxes and wanes, fruits ripen and fall, and flowers bloom and fade.

As the saying goes, we must always leave some room for improvement in everything in order to persevere.

If the daughter is already in her twenties and living on her own, her parents might feel reassured about her when they see her like this.

But she is only 16 this year, and most of her peers are happily enjoying their youth.

A young girl who just entered high school worked so hard and perfectly, quietly and well-behavedly to supplement the family income, which made her parents wonder if they owed her too much.

Apart from working to earn money, I have gradually forgotten who does the housework and what my daughter is thinking about.

As soon as the couple came back, they started to act cheerfully and acted pretentiously in front of their daughter, treating her like their boss.

Maybe he wanted to make her smile happily, or maybe he just wanted her to use him properly and treat him as a parent she could rely on without having to work so hard every day.

But the girl seemed to be blind to their show of weakness, and continued to take on the work that did not belong to her as a matter of course, and in turn took care of the two people at work, making them think that their daughter had indeed grown up.

So, they turned around and gave themselves the freedom to be self-righteous, turning a blind eye to everything and peacefully living the life of a corporate slave.

It was not until now that I suddenly realized that I had no idea what my daughter was worried about.

Is she happy every day? Is she sad? How is her school?

Generally, they never ask the questions that parents should ask. To put it nicely, they let their children do what they want, but to put it bluntly, they don't care.

It was her first time being a parent, and it was also her first time being a daughter.

Come to think of it, the couple's lives were somewhat of a failure. They had been making money all the time, but their money hadn't increased, and their smiles had become less and less.

Did I do something wrong? Or did I miss something?

"How can I make her happy?"

Before they figured out the problem, the work bell rang again. The busy people had no time to calm down, so they took their bags full of clothes and hurriedly left in a car.

At the east exit of Shinjuku, standing in front of the street that never sleeps, the two are about to step onto their own battlefield.

It’s kind of funny when you think about it.

He clearly didn't pay attention to whether his daughter at home was happy or not, and didn't make her smile more, but now he has to go to the nightclub, pretend to be another person, and make others laugh.

My lord, it is truly a terrifying creature.

While meditating, he put on a wig and changed into disguised clothes in a public restroom cubicle.

A beautiful, plump, white-haired woman walked out slowly and met a handsome man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

The two men looked at each other, took out their cell phones, and greeted the Uezawa Group, the most notorious gang in Kabukicho. Two thugs in suits came to the meeting place.

They will follow silently in secret and escort the two into their respective stores.

Hitomi Amemiya was walking on the road and looked up. She wanted to see the stars, but she only saw the bright lights and the night life. She walked towards the store for a long time before she found a clearer sky, only to find that there were no stars in the sky.

The night in Tokyo is just like her, neither crying nor laughing.

However, life is something that makes people want to cry when they think about it, and can't help laughing when they think about it again.

Life must go on.

"Goodbye."

When they arrived at the place, Hitomi Amemiya waved to the handsome blond gigolo in a suit and tie across the street. The other party nodded and responded with a silent smile.

.....

"..Um..?"

At the same time, Hoshikawa Kitaka, who was standing not far behind Miss Amemiya and was about to go to work, accidentally saw this scene and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

What's wrong? Is there something fishy?

hiss.

It's not right. It's absolutely not right, nine out of ten or even nine out of ten.

......

ps: This chapter is 3.3k long, and there are still 1.5 updates to be updated.

I've been a little hesitant to write plots lately, I always feel like I'm going to be banned... Anyway, I'm going to be more restrained and not write plots that might get me banned, otherwise I'm afraid the book will get banned...

They Are Also Second Week: Chapter 54 She Is Mine

If love is compared to war, and if the previous assumption is correct, then the minister's offensive is too radical.

Even though everything that happened yesterday afternoon was just my own delusion, I still wonder if this possibility exists...

Walking on the way to the teaching building, Hoshikawa Kitaka drank bottled milk in big gulps and stuffed bread into her mouth, while all kinds of things were gurgling in her mind.

What about the aloof young lady who seems to have a crush on him, the strange loli in the picture book, the junior who has a strange relationship with the hostile gigolo, and the girl with glasses who looks like a riddle...

Well, there are those scumbag gangsters who come to collect debts again.

How did my high school life suddenly become so rich?

Besides, why would I care so much about such an insignificant thing?

Is it because I do too much work on a daily basis, and I can read the hearts of people around me more and more clearly, so suddenly I run into a group of people I don’t understand, so I feel it’s so novel?

In any case, it is disgusting to arbitrarily misinterpret the meaning of other people's behavior.

What the Minister is thinking is none of my business. I am Tamamonomae, the one who brings strife and chaos, a beautiful girl who is cursed for being too cute!

In high school, it is enough to cover your face and become an unknown person, and get a diploma in obscurity. What happens after that will be discussed later!

Putting all the messy things out of her mind, Hoshikawa Kitaka came to the teaching building, went up the stairs, and walked to the door of Class 1, Grade J. The classroom was as noisy as usual.

Judging from the disgusted and fearful reactions of the students who passed by, it seemed that my reputation as a bad girl had become well-known throughout the grade in just over a week. This was good.

This way, no one will approach you and cause unnecessary commotion.

Pulling the mask on her face so that her hair perfectly covered her eyes, Hoshikawa Kitaka was satisfied that her aloofness remained unchanged.

But at this moment, I can't help but wonder how I was identified as a bad person?

Hoshikawa Kitaka thought about it and walked slowly towards her seat.

...To be honest, she didn't do anything. She just pretended to be gloomy and unapproachable, so no one took the initiative to talk to her.

However, she never expected that in just a few days, the name Hoshikawa Kitaka was easily identified as a "bad girl" by the small group of girls, and spread on a large scale, so that she was noticed by that woman Suzuki.

Hoshikawa Kitaka's initial idea of ​​a high school environment was just to avoid being approached by others and just be ordinary. In any case, in elementary and junior high school, the guys who were jealous of her because she was too cute had already isolated her from the beginning.

Once their parents left and their family went bankrupt, losing their last barrier, they all dropped their pretense and began bullying openly, hiding their indoor shoes, stuffing strange objects into the water cup drawer, stealing their belongings, and throwing dirty water in the toilet...

The so-called social interaction will only bring more unnecessary trouble in the end.

Although the reason why his bad reputation spread so quickly was probably because most of the students in Yundong were well-educated, it was conceivable how easily the overall atmosphere of students today could be influenced.

It doesn’t matter if I can’t live a normal life. I’m already an adult who has entered the dark world. What’s the point of making friends with a few meaningless little brats?

But it doesn’t matter, now I am a lone observer, and there is another face of legend in the night!

Miss Xingchuan, full of pride, walked slowly to her seat with a comfortable smile.

Then, she saw that her desk was covered with circles and drawings made with chalks of various colors, and a few words were written here and there.

bad.

to die.

Thief.

Violent maniac.

Bitch.

.....

"?"

Hoshikawa Kitaka was confused for a moment.

This is saying...

I?

Every time a word passes by my sight, I seem to hear a sharp cracking sound, spreading from my heart to the surroundings bit by bit.

"Pfft..."

I heard an unpleasant laugh coming from somewhere, and I turned my head suddenly as if in a state of stress. It was Iue Fumio sitting in the right front seat.

Why is she laughing at me?

Xingchuan met her gaze briefly and caught her eye.

A trace of fear, mixed with disgust and a bit of joy, and sandwiched between pieces of melting madness.

It was like doing something he had never done before, and his gambler-like actions brought him satisfactory results, so he smiled in surprise.

I can understand it, but why...

——I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t refute with the sharp and calm tone I imagined. I could only endure silently like my past self, and then wait for everything to get worse and worse.

The girl in front of him laughed coldly and undisguisedly, attracting more people's attention.

For a moment, there seemed to be cold gazes cast down from all around.

Familiar memories flooded into my heart, and the deep coldness that I thought had gone away began to spread down my spine again.

It felt like being naked in the snow, and my body was shaking slightly.

Playing the clown alone, standing under the spotlight on the stage, performing a comedy that belongs to others.

Hoshikawa Kitaka only felt that the unpleasant sound seemed to be split, as if coming from all directions.

Everyone was laughing at themselves, unable to find the root cause, and felt dizzy for a moment.

Where is there such a bad girl that everyone is afraid of?

It's just the self-delusion of an annoying, gloomy character who is lonely and overly lonely in a corner.

Hoshikawa Kitaka lowered her head and took a few deep breaths before she gradually came to her senses.

Isolated by everyone?

No.

This time...it's me.

Isolate everyone.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with an unprecedented coldness, as if even her breathing had become rapid and difficult at this moment.

I have to say, the atmosphere and the words are a truly terrifying thing.

Violence is exactly what they want and is an ultimatum to strengthen their bad image.