The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

I felt a distinct pain in my butt, but even though it hurt, I still didn't wake up from this dream.

She still thinks this is a dream.

"Anyway, let's just take it one step at a time. It's such a magical dream."

My sight returned to the room I was in. It was a fairly spacious room, like a sea of ​​books. In addition to numerous classic works from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, the bookshelves also contained a lot of miscellaneous books, including medical pathology analysis, photography design tutorials, and collections of music scores by classical music masters.

Moreover, each book showed obvious signs of having been flipped through, with densely packed sticky notes filling the interlayers of the books.

"Well, this guy has a really wide range of hobbies and skills, in a sense."

Michiru casually pulled out a book on painting from the shelf, probably one on composition and figure drawing. Besides the handwritten explanations of various terms and excerpts of key quotes, she also found something very interesting.

The master is wrong to say this. This kind of line should be used to make the characters clearer.

The master said that there is a problem with the color matching here, it should be like this

Besides this technical note, there is some very interesting information.

The master actually tied a single ponytail today. Although it was the teacher's request for dance rehearsal, I am a single ponytail party. Although double ponytails are also cute, a single ponytail is more beautiful.

Today's sketching was outdone by my master again. Doesn't he really deserve to be called a master?

There are many descriptions like this, which makes people wonder whether this guy is studying or writing a diary.

Michiru closed the book in her hand and put it on the bookshelf. Suddenly, she saw something unusual that made her concerned.

"what is this?"

In his hand, he was holding a music book, probably a sheet of music. There were obvious wrinkles on the book that showed it had been flipped through many times. Unlike the notes on other books, this book had very few notes.

I opened the book to the place where the first note was, and the content on the note came into view.

"Eh? It's blank. Why is it blank?"

The second one is blank.

Third

Fourth

Until the last one, it was sandwiched between a page with obvious signs of water droplets.

“Finally there are words”

Like a hunter who has found treasure, he looked at the contents on the pages excitedly, with a note sandwiched between the music score titled "The Sadness of Love".

"How careless! He can't even preserve a book properly."

Perhaps it was due to age, the wet marks must have been there for years, and the handwriting on the note was also left a long time ago. Just a few simple words.

I have searched countless times, but who are you and what is your name?

"What? He said such strange things without any context. It seems that this guy in my dream is a bit erudite and a bit strange."

Michiru, who was about to continue, was startled by a shout from outside the door.

"Brother, are you still not done? You'll be late if you don't come down."

"Eh? Oh oh oh, I'll be right down."

I hurriedly put the book in my hand back to its original place. What an imaginative dream it was. I sighed in my heart and took down the school uniform hanging on the wall.

With his eyes closed, he put it on in one go, opened the door, and walked down the stairs along the handrail.

“What a big house!”

I marveled at the size of the house and finally arrived at the restaurant, the busiest place in the house.

"It's really late today, Hiroshi. Did you work late last night again?" An older-looking woman sitting in the main seat saw the figure appearing in front of her and said with a hint of pity and reproach.

"Perhaps he told me to," Michiru's gaze shot towards her, causing her to let out a small wail. "Hiroki? Is that my current name?" She tiptoed around, observing what seemed to be the living room, and with that in mind, Michiru replied subconsciously.

"Yes, sorry!"

"Well, it's not your fault. Anyway, hurry up and sit down to eat, or you'll be late."

"Ah, yes."

He sat down somewhat dazedly, picked up the chopsticks stiffly, smiled at the girl who was watching him, and picked up the bowl of rice.

Put the food into your mouth in small bites and feel the aroma and taste of the food blooming in your taste buds.

"Mmm, this tastes super delicious."

"Eh? No?"

The girl next to her looked at her suspiciously, picked up a little of the food on the plate and put it into her mouth.

"It tastes very ordinary, and this dish was taught to me by you, brother. Even though I have practiced, the taste is still different from what you made. Liuli is very clear about this."

He said these truthful words, but his face was filled with a beautiful smile. It turned out that being praised made one very happy.

"There are even better things to eat. This dream is so worth it. Being able to eat something so delicious doesn't matter even if I went through such a terrible thing this morning."

He mumbled incoherently something like "I'm so happy" and fell into an inexplicable happiness, panting heavily.

Maybe it’s the result of chewing bread every morning. Since it’s a dream, there’s no need to rush to school, but to savor it leisurely.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but thank you."

There was a happy smile on her face, the curve of her mouth was super cute, and her feet began to sway gently under the table.

Although very happy, but Liuli always feels

My brother is a little weird today.

Chapter 63: Hiroki Gokuru's Interesting Experiences

Why is the sky so blue? It seems to be sad for some unknown reason.

After packing her things and stepping out of the door, the scenery that appeared before Michiru unfolded before her like a dream, just like the soft cries that echoed across the sky that day.

Standing in the corridor in front of my house, I curiously peeked at the world opening up in front of me.

The vast greenery of the park stretched out before me, while the sky was a smooth, vivid blue. Within this landscape of green and blue, as if delicately folded from origami, buildings of varying sizes were nestled.

Among the clusters, tiny and delicate windows are scattered on them like nodes. One window reflects blue, that window is green, and another window reflects the morning light.

In the distance, there were toy-like vehicles, moving in a solemn line; there was an endless stream of people, everyone was in a hurry, and there were more people on one street than in all the people in her town combined.

The body was excited by the emotion from the soul, the eyes were moist because of the restless heart, the mouth was opened, and a low voice came out with a hoarse voice.

"Behold, the world of city dwellers."

Even in a dream, live like a city dweller today.

The scenery before me was even more extraordinary than I had imagined. In fact, I had never really thought about it. It was more gorgeous than what I had seen in movies and TV series, and it exuded a completely different flavor from the tranquility of a small town. Suddenly, a feeling of indelible emotion spread in my heart.

The breath of the city.

Sigh softly.

The world was so gorgeous, as if under the brilliance coming from the sun. Michiru raised her head and used her hands to block out the scorching light and heat.

Squinting my eyes, the sun shines through the gaps between my fingertips, time and night intertwine

Duang!

A pain came from her head, waking her up from this touching moment. Her body shook involuntarily and she turned back.

"Hiroshi, what are you doing standing at the door in a daze?"

The mother who was about to go out to work tilted her head and looked at her usually smart son who was now looking at her with a silly face. Although he looked very cute, but.

"You might be late for class if you go at this time. Let Mom drive you." She pulled her stupid son's hand, looked at the watch and said.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh”

Michiru, who was still in a daze, said this with a dull look in her eyes, and then her body was involuntarily pulled away by her strong mother.

"This Lolita style is super cute!"

"Why can't you even defeat the Crash Dragon? I'll take you to fight during the club activities later."

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no such thing as an SSR. Look, I won't even ship a hundred of them."

"I heard the latte art at the coffee shop next door is really beautiful, let's go there after school."

What kind of conversation is this? Are these people really high school students in modern Japan? Are we really living in a different dimension?

Hiding behind the door, Michiru observed the classroom while trying to find the right time to enter. Fortunately, with the help of her mother, she arrived at school in time and found her class according to the information written in the book.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, the bell rang

"Kid, why are you still standing at the door in a daze when class starts? Hurry up and go in, you're blocking my way."

A mature woman's voice came from behind me. In short, it didn't sound like a good tone. I turned around with my body stiff. She had a dignified appearance and long black hair. It was worthy of being called a city. Even the teacher was so beautiful.

Perhaps he was busy sighing in his mind and did not respond to the words of the female teacher in front of him.

The veins on Shizuka Hiratsuka's forehead bulged slightly. Without waiting for the person in front of her to respond, she stepped forward, grabbed him and walked into the classroom. In front of everyone's expressions as if they were already used to it, she left Michiru in front of her seat.

"it hurts"

Holding my butt, I felt a tingling sensation in my tailbone.

"Hey, Gogen, why are you standing at the classroom door in a daze instead of going back to your seat during class? I'll give you a chance to explain."

The female teacher in front of her stared at Michiru with eyes that seemed about to pop out of her head.

Well, although she can barely be considered a beauty, this kind of gaze full of amazing energy is really too oppressive. It's really scary. The people in this city are so scary.

"No, no, I"

He kept biting his tongue. He was already nervous about talking to someone, and he was being questioned in such an oppressive manner by an older woman in front of so many people.

"I?"

She raised her eyebrows when she heard the words used by the girl to refer to herself that came out of the boy's mouth in front of her.

"Ah, that, hey, young man!"

"Well?"

"Old man!" Michiru said with a red face and a rough voice.

"Aha?"

The confusion on Shizuka Hiratsuka's face became even more intense.

"I." He finally found the right word to refer to himself as a man, and lowered his head like a defeated rooster.

She finally nodded with a puzzled expression, but still held her arm while waiting for my next words.

“I’m so excited about this school.”

"Well, it's probably because it's new, and also because you just transferred here recently, so this excuse is barely acceptable." Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned at Michiru. Although her face still showed dissatisfaction, her tone softened slightly. She turned around impatiently and walked back to the podium, "Hurry up and go back to your seats. Class is starting."

"I'm so sorry, I'll be right back."

I chose the most appropriate words to express my feelings of apology and reflection.

He sat down in his seat obediently, took out a book from his schoolbag, sat upright and started listening to the class.

What the hell is going on here, a violent, hot-blooded teacher in the city? I really want to go home quickly.

It was not until the bell rang that Michiru collapsed on the table like a doll that had been inflated and the air valve pulled out. In the morning when she woke up from exhaustion, the various experiences she had experienced were much more stimulating than the dull daily life in the quiet town, and the stimulation made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Her eyelids gradually drooped, her vision blurred, and darkness comfortably surrounded her.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Maybe I can end this dream when I wake up.

As she thought and recited these words, she fell into a deep sleep.

The phone in my pocket rang.

This is what one realizes when the mind returns to the body.

I opened my eyes hazily, and the world in front of me was shrouded by a group of beautiful girls.

"What a strange boy's dream unfolding."