"What reply did that woman give you? Did she freak out right away? Or did she scold you angrily? Or did she tell you that she secretly liked you all along? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I listened to it all itching and uncomfortable. ”

Of course she was angry. Confess to me directly. That's what she said, we can't be lovers. Don't overthink it. Although I have a good relationship with you, very iron, we are often in and out of pairs, and even always be suspected of whether we are a real couple, however, I don't think so at all.

You know why? Because, in the eyes, you're my best sister, you see? You're my sister, not my boyfriend, and you can't be my boyfriend. I'm not going to be with you. But if we hang out together, if you're interested in chatting with me or something, it's okay for us to continue to eat together and go crazy together, just like in the past.

Of course, hearing her words, to be honest, I was very discouraged. Because, it was the first time I confessed to a girl, and it was also the first time I suffered such a ruthless rejection. At that time, I felt very uncomfortable, and I felt as if the sky had collapsed and smashed me flat. I burst into tears of grief.

You can't imagine it? I was a completely different person from me now. Oh. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I have two, but that my personality has changed, my thinking has changed. And the reason why I have become the person I am now is because of the events of that day.

What happened that day? It was what I confessed to that woman, but it wasn't that simple. Because, after that, many unexpected things happened. Because, after I talked to her for about five or six minutes, I found a problem.

I didn't meet her face to face, I was far, far away from her at that time, and I wasn't using the communicator to chat, that is, I was communicating with her heart. This method of communication is called the transmission of sound for a thousand miles, and only a true monk will understand the role of this supernatural power.

Only those who have actually come into contact with monks will have heard of this supernatural power. Just when I thought the woman knew about this supernatural power, I heard something that surprised me. The woman, my goddess, started muttering to herself, "What the hell am I talking nonsense?"

How could anyone talk to me now? I didn't even open my mouth. It's just communicating with my own heart. That's right. It turned out that I was chatting with myself for a long time. So why should I be so adamant about rejecting him? Wouldn't it be better if I didn't?

No, no, no. If he doesn't, he'll misunderstand that I like him. And if he misunderstood, wouldn't it be me who would suffer next? Am I going to wronged myself for him? This is not good. Although I have a good relationship with him and get closer to him, it's not impossible.

For example, our seats can be connected, we can even go to the movies together, and if we hold hands once in a while, it's actually okay. If it's cold, I can even borrow his coat to wear it, but it's absolutely not okay to hug him and go to his house for the night.

Because this is already the limit of what I can concede. But just doing this is quite troublesome. Because, if I did, wouldn't he have misunderstood him even more? He must have wondered if I was being reserved, or if I was deliberately seducing him.

If it's the former, it doesn't matter, at least I know his character, he won't do anything to me until we formalize the relationship, and I'll live a long and comfortable life. There won't be too much embarrassment, it's just that there will be guilt in my heart.

Because, in fact, I am deceiving him, and in the end, I will not be able to marry him. And as long as you don't marry him, then he can't get me. If he can't get me, all the previous efforts are a waste, not only a waste of money, but also a waste of physical strength, energy and time.

Am I going to be too selfish and too much to do this? In the end, I will become his heart disease? Probably not. Because, I still know him quite well. Actually, I always knew he liked me, but I never pierced the window paper. Isn't that so? I'm just kidding myself.

After all these years, I haven't actually let him see my true self at all. I didn't really know who I really was. Then I don't like it, I insist on not being with him, I don't feel this kind of thing with him, is it really the feeling of my true self in my heart?

Or is it the feeling of my current disguised personality after I deceived myself? If it's the former, doesn't that mean that I like him? Oh my God. Wouldn't that be terrible if that were the case? I liked him and I didn't notice it myself.

Let's hope it's the latter. Because, if it was the latter, I would have been at ease. But it's hard to say this kind of thing. What if it's the former? No, I'll have to find a way to test my heart. Otherwise, when did I really find out that I liked him in my heart, then wouldn't I really be with him?

Although I think it's nice to be with him, the biggest problem is that I don't have any intention of dating him right now. I don't know if this is the real thought in my heart, but there is an old saying that if it exists, it must be reasonable.

That is, at least one of my personalities identifies. I just don't know if it's a real personality or a disguise. If it's a real personality, then I can only admit it. After all, this is the real self, and if it's the disguised self, then I'll be completely relaxed. How do I test it?

That's right. I can continue to talk to my inner self! Didn't my heart just simulate his voice and talk to him? Although the idea just now was a little naïve, even a little extreme, and I think about it now, I feel that it is a bit excessive, but who made me not know my true self?

If I continue to talk to myself in the way I just did, maybe I will find myself as I talk. Finding myself means that I can confirm that I really like him. All right. In that case, I'll start over now.

Wrong. Wait a minute, how did you simulate the sound just now? Is it by imagination? Is it strange to imagine what he looks like before you have his voice? Strange. This time, I imagined why it still didn't work, how did you get the sound just now? It's so strange. Am I getting something wrong, or am I saying that I have only succeeded by chance?

Could it be that the voice was my delusion? Could it be that it was actually an illusion? Although I have memories of that conversation, in fact, everything is just my own whims, and I don't communicate with my own heart at all? It was just my own imagination?

It's like a dream? If that's the case, then what am I doing with all that hard work to talk to myself? Am I getting nervous? This is not going to work. It seems that most of it is the park, and I need to go home quickly, maybe take a shower and I will be able to come to my senses.

She said that when she got here, she went home. I listened to these words in my head and memorized them in my heart. It wasn't until she came home and I heard her crying out happily in her heart that it was so comfortable to take a bath, that I realized that I heard her heart, and she mistook the conversation she had just taken for her own fantasy.

Originally, I had a lot of expectations for this kind of thing, but because I was rejected before, my expectations quickly turned into giving up. But later, after I listened to her inner monologue, I had expectations again. Because, as you heard just now, she wasn't sure if she was interested in me.

So, when I think about it, I feel like my faith has come. So, just after she had finished her shower, I started talking to her again. The monk who had helped me with the Thousand Miles Transmission Technique was about to leave in a moment, and I asked him in every way that he agreed to stay with me in the park for a day.

That's what I said to my goddess, I said, don't continue to deceive yourself, in fact you like me. I know. My goddess immediately screamed in fright. Of course. She didn't really scream, since she was talking through her heart, of course she was screaming in her heart.

What was she called at the time. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh my God! Why did this sound come out again? Didn't it just go away after taking a shower? I even slept in the shower. Excessive fatigue is the hallucination. Now I'm clearly not tired, but why do I still hear such a sound?

Isn't it? Is there something wrong with my brain circuits? Or is my personality going to split? It's terrible. I've heard for a long time about the consequences of a split personality. I'm obviously one person, but I'm going to live as two people, two completely different personalities.

And the most terrifying thing is that these two personalities do not communicate with each other at all. That is, I may have fallen asleep, but just after I fell asleep, another personality might wake up. Once the other personality wakes up, it may do something that I don't know exists. For example, going out to commit crimes, or beating and scolding other people.

All in all, the real me is not like that. What would they think if they saw me like a little sister? They would definitely tell this kind of thing to people who were closer to me, and wouldn't my image in front of those people be ruined? I can't do that, okay.

Since it doesn't work to take a shower once, then I'll wash it again, not twice, and then a third time, and I must wash until the sound is completely eliminated, otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight.

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard her say that. I said, "I can't have disappeared without doing this." Because, I am you, and you are me. I am your heart. Don't you have a heart? Can a person live without a heart? Don't deceive yourself. Now that you are serious about me, you are not deceiving yourself and continuing to take a bath, but you are just numbing yourself.

Are you really going to numb yourself? It's quite painful to numb yourself. I know it very well. I remember when you were in the third grade of elementary school, you once scored 59 points in a Chinese exam, and you kept telling yourself in your heart that it was just one point, just one point, and that the difference between me and passing was not too far away.

But what happened then? Have you forgotten? I remember it very well. Because, I am your heart. That day, you went to your little friend and cried for a night. Because, you were scolded by your mother, and you were beaten by your father. Although you argue with your arguments, your father's and mother's reasons are obviously more difficult to refute.

They say, you're right, it's just one point, but a lot of times, things are often just one point off, a little bit, you can get it done, but you can't do it, you can't make it. It sounds like you're trying, and you're even trying, but what's the point?

The world has always been judged by results. In other words, if we can't prove ourselves directly with good grades, you will be 108,000 miles short of one point. Because, in the eyes of those people, you are not a point, but a mountain, a curse. The world is completely different from one point away.

The part of the damnation is called failure, it is called disqualified, it is called being looked down upon, it is called garbage, it is called waste, and at the end of the damnation it is called successful people, it is called qualified, it is called rich and handsome, it is called fame, it is called status, it is called popularity. So, don't underestimate this gap.

As the saying goes, the difference is a thousand miles, and that's what it says. At that time, you said this to your best friend, who is actually the owner of this voice now, right? Do you dare to say that you don't like him? You do, and not only do you like him, but you're actually ready to stay with him for the rest of your life.

She was completely dumbfounded when she heard this. I remember she was silent for about five or six minutes before she reacted. She said to herself, is that so? Is that really the case? But if that's the case, why don't I feel like I want to be in love with him?

If I really like him, oops. It's so hard to talk like this, and my brain is dizzy. I won't talk about him, just talk about you. It's more comfortable to communicate this way. Anyway, you're simulating him with your voice right now, okay? I didn't hesitate to give her an affirmative reply, okay. (To be continued.) )