The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

The sun had set, but Hoshikawa Kitaka had not returned home.

She was standing outside a flower shop, holding her cell phone, staring at the date mark on the phone, and suddenly she was a little absent-minded.

Gambling, debt, and everything disappeared, leaving behind a huge debt.

Every word is something I have never seen or thought of before.

It also doesn't match the parents in my memory.

They should be very loving and successful, with a large family to support them. No matter how busy they are, they will always make time to comfort themselves.

How are you studying, eating, and dressing?

I asked again and again without getting tired of it, and she answered again and again.

Until one day, a group of people who called themselves gangsters put seals on her house.

They were like cannibals who didn't even leave bones. They said her parents were dead, she owed a certain amount of money, how much she had to pay back every month, and where she could find a job...

Maybe it was because I was used to being rich and luxurious, and suddenly I fell from the paradise of a young lady into the mud, and I just couldn't adapt.

When she entered school again and saw the mocking words of people she disliked and the criticisms of her classmates, she finally understood that the Hoshikawa family of the past was dead.

It was also from that time.

She gradually began to hate her parents for abandoning her.

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They are also the second week: Chapter 75 Why do we always meet?

What exactly are parents?

When she was thirteen years old, Hoshikawa Kitaka questioned herself for the first time.

Some people say that parents are the ones who allowed you to be born into this world, who have nurtured you for more than ten years and watched you grow up, and who are the heroes in your heart that you can rely on at any time.

....but why.

Would they do such a thing?

Sitting on the steps in front of the flower shop, Hoshikawa Kitaka gazed at the setting sun on the hillside, watched her peers running and talking on the road, and the children holding their parents' hands and acting coquettishly. Suddenly, she put her hands on her chest and clenched her clothes tightly little by little.

"..I see, this is jealousy."

The feeling of suffocation made her take off her mask and gasp for breath.

..The starting point of jealousy is people’s hidden worry about their own vulnerability.

Their good life is so natural.

Their parents are so wonderful, caring for their children in every possible way. Everything they ask for is taken for granted, as if it is their parents' obligation.

What about your own home?

Gambling, bankruptcy, and silent suicide.

He left in such a hurry and ugly manner, leaving nothing behind, not even able to see his wife for the last time. When I came home from school, I was left standing alone in front of the sealed door of my home, helplessly facing a large group of gangsters in black.

If you have to say what was left behind, there was actually something left behind.

They left themselves with mountains of debt.

Even if the house is mortgaged, the remaining additional amount will still be more than 100 million yen in debt.

The Hoshikawa family expelled her family from the family overnight, and she was also rejected by her former relatives.

She also wondered if her parents' death and disappearance overnight were related to the Hoshikawa family, and wondered if she had misunderstood them.

..But she couldn't even protect herself, so how could she have the energy to find out what happened to them?

So, even in the end it was of no avail, and we gradually forgot what our parents should look like, how they should speak, and how they should smile at us.

She had also thought that her parents might not be dead yet, but had to hide and do something important somewhere under an assumed name, but would stand up like a hero and stay by her side when she was in danger.

But it didn't.

Even if they were imprisoned, interrogated, and sent to work in a store.

She had never seen her parents appear before her eyes for a moment.

Left with no one to rely on, she chose to escape.

Put on a mask, cover your eyes with your bangs, and blend into the dark night where no one cares.

She wanted to hide, hide in a place where no one knew her, and escape the debt that was impossible for a middle school student to pay off, and then start a new life.

However, her escape plan had just begun. As she was about to go out and head to a station to leave the city, she was found by the gangsters.

"No matter where you hide, we will find you."

The gangsters seemed to have their hands on her neck at all times, and whenever she ran, they swarmed over her like crows smelling a rotting corpse.

"The police can't protect you, and those guys in the Metropolitan Police Department aren't any better. We have spies everywhere in this city, watching your every move."

"Organs, limbs, or simply sold as commodities, there are many places where you can exchange money. If you didn't have this face, and there happened to be a place suitable for you to work, I wouldn't be talking to you now. I would have cut you up long ago."

“…”

I couldn't breathe, and the dark words broke the last string of rationality in my heart.

The suffocating voice made people feel like they were in hell, and they couldn't resist at all.

For the first time, Hoshikawa Kitaka understood that true darkness was not like the petty insults and isolation from the villains in the class.

Those adults who are indifferent to life and treat their fellow human beings as mere property, that is the truly disgusting and terrifying darkness.

Therefore, after seeing such an unimaginable reality, she naturally thought that she had grown up and was no longer someone who could be bullied by a bunch of ignorant little brats. She would not feel anything when faced with their childish words and actions.

It was not until she was ridiculed, her body was cold and stiff as if she was in an ice cave, and she couldn't even make a sound, that she realized it.

She never grew up.

Hoshikawa Kitaka has been running away since elementary school.

She had clearly seen a darker and colder darkness, and yet she still ran away when faced with so-called petty quarrels and slander.

I thought I was alone and fearless, but in fact I was still as powerless as before.

...I can only be bullied by the underworld and endure the bullying silently. How incompetent am I?

Hiding behind that girl, enjoying the false beauty in utopia, and briefly savoring the life of a high school student in a place like school where there is temporarily no pressure.

"So...I'm really a ridiculous person..."

Xingchuan glanced sideways slightly, and saw a pot of cactus quietly placed next to his overly thin calves.

The cactus still has sharp needles, but they are just a false disguise. When its incompetence and cowardice are exposed, nothing is left.

Perhaps it was the dazzling sunset, she squinted her eyes slightly, her eyes a little moist as she placed her hand on her head and gently smoothed her messy black hair.

A young woman with a blurred face appears and disappears among the black, slightly sticky hair.

She had a gentle expression, smiled faintly, and asked while gently rubbing her hair.

"Bei Xiang, why are you crying?"

"Because... because I clearly didn't do it... but they said I did it... for no reason... it's too much."

The voice of a little girl crying faintly passed by my ears.

"Yeah, that's really excessive,"

"But even if there's no reason, Mom will always believe in Kitaka."

"forever."

"..."

"--Mother.."

I called out softly, but the hazy phantom suddenly disappeared.

There were only laughing pedestrians and young boys and girls walking together in front of me.

as if.

...The woman in my memory never existed.

She lowered her head again, her long black hair gently falling on her thighs. For some reason, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

"..."

"..Xingchuan?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

When her name was called, Hoshikawa Kitaka subconsciously glanced sideways and saw the person she least wanted to see at the moment.

She suddenly felt inexplicably aggrieved.

"Why...I always run into you..."

The girl's face was soaked with tears, her long black hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, contrasting with her fair face, and her pair of dark and helpless eyes were somewhat blurred by her tears.

“…”

The visitor sighed helplessly.

"I'm also wondering why every time I see you, you always have a worrying expression on your face."

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ps: I will write another chapter later...

Monday's full schedule of professional classes is really overwhelming...

They are also the ones who smile with their eyes narrowed when eating sweets in Chapter 76 of the second week

"I've laughed enough. Today is my day to suffer."

"..What's the meaning?"

"I'm a student, no, maybe I should say my friend."

"Today is the anniversary of her death."

The three of them fell silent all of a sudden.

Many old men who reminisce about the past will always talk about their past events tirelessly. Once they start talking, they will talk for a long time.

But Ando Masakuni is not a talkative person.

"There's not much to say. As I get older and teach more students, I realize that some friends will pass away."

"There are some things you don't need to know, and you don't have to feel sad for me. For a teacher, students' happiness is more important than many things."

Hearing this, Uezawa Airi's eyes suddenly lit up. She put down her pen and said excitedly, "Then I'm really unhappy with what I'm writing. Can I not make up the homework?"

“…”

He simply drank his black tea and looked at Airi Uezawa across from him with a calm gaze.

He didn't say a word, but the old bald man's eyes seemed to say something.

The pink-haired loli is actually an unlucky child. When she comes out to eat dessert after school, she has to sit at a table next to the math teacher.

The pink-haired loli suddenly lamented.

“Life is short and there’s so much homework…”

"I didn't give you any extra homework. I just asked you to make up for the missed parts." Ando Masakuni put down his teacup and pressed the dinner bell. A waiter immediately came over with a Black Forest mousse cake on the plate.

The exterior is dark brown, covered with a smooth layer of chocolate sauce, and topped with fresh cream roses, making it look particularly tempting.

He glanced at the girl next to him with a straight back and elegant and beautiful temperament, and asked with a smile.

"Amamiya-san, do you think it's too much homework?"

Miss Amamiya had been craving it for a long time. Seeing this almost obvious gesture, she immediately said with great discernment, "Less than an hour of homework every day is not enough. It's far from enough."

"Xiaoyi!" Uezawa Airi pouted dissatisfiedly, "How could you...for a piece of cake..."

"Ahem..." The white-haired loli couldn't help but interrupt, "Is it possible that she really thinks the homework is too little?"