Twenty-seven, serious children are always very difficult to coax
In order to welcome the arrival of his sister, he cleaned up rarely, and Haruhara was already sweating profusely. As for the bath at night...... It's kind of a white wash.
After turning on the computer, Haruhara, who was about to watch and log on to his personal website to pass the time, suddenly noticed that the computer suddenly made a strange sound of 'Titicaca', and the operation became very unstable.
The movement of the screen is also extremely sluggish, and then it does not move at all. Then...... The computer immediately emitted a screeching sound like a hard object stuck when it was turning, and the screen went black with a 'poof'.
Haruhara's back was already covered with dense cold sweat.
ββThere is no doubt that the voice just now...... It's the hard drive that's broken.
Other words......
"Huh, huh? The daily photo of Yuri-chan that I bought from Nanami-chan ahahahahah! It's gone! How can it be gone!! β
Haruhara held his head in his hands and burst into tears.
βmail~mail~mail~β
The text message prompt sounded.
-- It's a newsletter from Ryunosuke.
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββNo problem, I've already saved the backup. β
"Ryunosuke-sama...... I've been following you all my life! β
Haruhara, who was moved to tears, instantly felt the warmth of spring. But Haruhara, who is not really stupid, immediately notices that something is wrong within half a minute.
Wait! Ryunosuke-sama! Why do you have a backup? β
Ryunosuke's reply was quickly sent back.
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
-- What a stupid question. Is there anything else possible besides hacking? β
No, no, no, this is not something that can be said openly! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββPeople are hackers (laughs). β
This is even worse! And Ryunosuke-sama, how did you know about the situation here?!! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
-- It's the same stupid question. Is there any other possibility besides wiretapping? β
Haruhara's nervousness was so nervous that he was sweating profusely and looked at all the suspicious corners around him...... But nothing was found.
-Ryunosuke-sama, you've gone too far! At least don't talk about it like that!! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
-- It's eavesdropping. β
Although Ryunosuke's appearance with such lines seems to be very cute, Haruhara, who is the party concerned, still spits out a mouthful of blood.
Don't joke about it! Ryunosuke-sama! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββDon't worry. I've always been very serious. Even when eavesdropping. β
At that time, there is no need to be serious!! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
- No problem. I'm just experimenting with the possibility of eavesdropping, and I'm not interested in your personal conversations. β
--Lord Ryunosuke! With all due respect, this is a crime! β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
-- I am reflecting on myself (ashamed). β
With a sigh, Haruhara's temper had been completely lost by the elusive Ryunosuke.
- The pictures...... Is there really a backup? β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββSakuraso's network is managed by me. I've set it up.,Whether it's the animation of Sister Shangicao.,Or the photos and strange URLs of the former ~ generation ~ of the spring plains.,As long as it's updated.,The server will automatically back up.γ Don't worry, I won't have any dead ends. β
--Lord Ryunosuke! Be sure to put those URLs in the dead end! β
Haruhara, who was ruthlessly revealed the secret of shame, burst into tears again.
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββThe photos you need are already stored on the USB flash drive. Right in front of the room. β
"-No, no, Ryunosuke-sama, please tell me where the bugs are!" β
'Ryunosuke Akasaka:
ββYou didn't even bring your phone to the house tonight, did you? Actually, I'm just curious...... And you better not forget that the Sakura Villages, which are empty during the day, are under my rule. β
-Ryunosuke-sama, can you come out for a moment? I'm looking for something ...... you'
Of course, Ryunosuke didn't come out.
Finally, because the computer won't turn on completely. Haruhara, who got Ryunosuke's white USB flash drive at the door of the next room, still hasn't been able to see a photo of his beloved Yuri-chan before going to bed.
β
The girl was about fourteen or five years old, wearing a big straw hat and a pure white dress.
It is very similar to the little girl in the photo given by Chihiro, and the rare and unique temperament is exactly the same.
This expressionless and cute girl has clear eyes that seem to look at the other side more distantly.
A breeze blew, and the girl's long golden hair and white dress also swayed slightly, reflecting the girl's angelic face, like a dream that was about to disappear.
"The girl over there, are you Shiina Mashiro, Master Mashiro? Love to watch Here! Over here! I'm the one your cousin sent to pick you up! β
Haruhara, who was only a few meters away, raised his hands and swung them vigorously in unison, shouting loudly, as if he was afraid that the other party would not see him.
According to Haruhara's experience, this girl is probably the same as the genius girl in the library, and she is a very cute type.
ββTo put it another way, it's super natural, wandering, as if living in another world.
In front of such a girl, if you don't make a louder movement and make a louder voice, you will probably be completely ignored.
Sure enough, the girl's eyes fell on the dancing Haruhara.
ββ¦β¦ Mr. Crowmeow? β
The girl with snow-white skin tilted her head slightly.
Haruhara appeared in front of the girl almost instantly, covering the girl's mouth.
Fortunately, the crowd around to pick up people was also crowded and noisy, so few people noticed it.
After taking the girl's suitcase with one hand and pulling the unresisting girl out of the crowd, Haruhara breathed a sigh of relief beside a bench at the edge of the station: "Your cousin told you that?" β
"Hmm."
"Master Mashiro ......"
"It's so white."
ββ¦β¦β
The girl suddenly spoke, startling Haruhara.
"Just call me white."
ββ¦β¦ Oh. β
Haruhara's mind is a little hard to keep up with the girl's thinking.
"Mr. Crawmeow is a very powerful person."
"You're so white...... Also, just call me Haruhara, and the reputation of 'Crawmeow' is a little bad here. β
Before leaving, Haruhara, who checked Shiina Mashiro's personal information with his mobile phone, was completely shocked by Mashiro's series of achievements and great touches.
It is indeed a waste of her talent for such a world-class genius girl painter to run to draw comics with him or something.
ββ¦β¦ Haruhara. β
"Uh-huh, I am. By the way, why did you suddenly come here? β
Haruhara, who was called by Mashiro seriously, was actually a little moved...... How long has it been since no one has called themselves so formally and seriously?
"I don't want L to die."
Mahaku's voice is emotionless and expressionless. So much so that Haruhara's mistake for auditory hallucinations.
"Gah?"
"I don't want L to die."
ββ¦β¦ Just because of this? β
"When I was looking for you, you weren't online."
"Eh, eh, eh?!! Is it really just because of this? β
Haruhara's complete defeat was Mashiro's whimsical way of thinking.
"I heard my cousin say you're here, so I'm looking for you."
Chihiro! It's obviously your muscular brain Amazon warrior's fault!!
"True, L is going to die...... It's not an ending I can change. β
"I don't want L to die."
"L's death is a pain that anyone will face as long as they face the story sincerely. Death is not my will, I just can't let luck and chance darken L's noble emotions. β
Looking at the girl in front of him, Haruhara's serious explanation: "From the moment a character is born, he has his own personality and really exists in the world he is in. Whatever happens, it will be his own choice. People can never live as much as they desire, whether it's me or my characters. All I can do is for him to always try his best to live, to realize his dreams with all his might, and to interpret his love with all his might.
"If victory is so easy, then won't the effort he put in, the blood he squandered before, become as illusory as a lie? If he can get the ending he wants as long as he defeats the enemy by force in the end, then isn't the passion in his heart worthless in the face of force?
"In the end, there will always be something that can never be recovered, and only when these things are remembered from time to time can they understand the value of this character's life - he has worked so hard so vividly to exist, it is a wonderful life of flesh and blood."
Mashiro seemed to be listening carefully, and looked straight at Haruhara motionless as if he was wandering.
"I'm going to stay here and draw my own story."
After a while, as if he had made a decision, Mashiro said in a very clear tone, "Everyone can get a happy story." β
With these words, Mahaku's doll-like body suddenly became alive as if it had been infused with a soul, and even her snow-white skin seemed to be emitting a faint and charming glow.
"If it's true, I can do it."
Of course, Haruhara's strength for Mashiro is beyond doubt, and compared to a porter like himself, a world-class painting genius like Mashiro can be regarded as a true master.
"Don't talk to me for five minutes, Murderer Teacher."
Turning his head slightly, he still didn't have any expression, and he couldn't tell if he was really angry or making awkward truth. It seems that this kid didn't listen to Haruhara's flickering just now......
"-Why?!!"
Because Mahaku really began to ignore him, Haruhara could only say hello to Mahahiro first: "So...... Let's wait a minute for my sister, who happened to be here this morning, around this time. Because it was a car from the countryside, the time was not very stable...... Anyway, I'll buy you a drink first. True-white, what would you like to drink? β
Before he could finish speaking, Mashiro had already taken out his sketchpad and pen from his suitcase and began to draw in earnest. It was only after dozens of seconds of rustling sound that Mashiro flipped over the drawing board.
On the drawing board held by Mahaku, it looks like a canned drink that can be almost faked after ignoring the color factor, almost like a photograph taken with a black-and-white camera - with the words 'KEY Coffee' obliquely printed diagonally on it.