It's still an ordinary morning, and it's still a house alone. I hurriedly washed up, grabbed the bag containing my homework on the dining table, and walked out of the house.

Today I was at least half an hour ahead of schedule compared to usual. Not because I didn't finish my homework and had to go to school to copy it, but because I wanted to go to the ruined temple at home again.

What happened yesterday in the ruined temple is like a dream to be honest, and there is no sense of reality. But after meeting Ellie and seeing the white filaments on her wrists, I inexplicably believed in what was going on in the ruined temple.

So I decided that instead of being confused alone in my heart, it would be better to go directly to that Uncle Fang and ask.

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door of the broken temple made an old sound again, and I pushed open the door and walked into the familiar broken temple. It seems that yesterday my grandfather rearranged the broken temple after I left. In front of the idol where no sacrifice has been placed for a long time, there is also fresh fruit, and there are traces of incense ash after burning.

"Hey! Uncle Fang~"

I picked up the fruit that was placed in front of the idol and stuffed it into my bag for breakfast. Then he burrowed under the idol and pulled open the mechanism that opened the inside of the idol once more.

If that lewd uncle fell out yesterday because I pulled the mechanism open, then I repeat it today, and I should be able to run into him again.

"Boom!"

The dull thud came from the base of the idol again, but this time it was not a lewd uncle who fell from the hollow idol, but a strange-looking piece of iron.

The one-foot-square piece of iron has a cyan luster peculiar to metal, and there is nothing special about it at all. If anything is special, it is only strange who wasted iron and made it into such a thing.

While I was wondering what it was, Uncle Fang's voice came from the statue:

"Hey! Kid, can you hear me? If you can hear that, throw it back for me! I accidentally dropped it! ”

“。。。。”

What kind of extradimensional passage is this idol of feelings?! And what is this lewd uncle doing? Why do you have to stay with the iron early in the morning?!

With black lines on his face, he struggled to shove the iron back into the bottom of the idol. As soon as he entered the statue, the one-foot-square piece of iron disappeared little by little, as if swallowed by darkness.

To be honest, it felt like stuffing something into someone's backyard and it made me feel a little sick. And when I got into it when I was a child, I obviously didn't send it to another world. I really don't understand how this idol works.

"Thank you~"

Uncle Fang's voice came from among the statues, and I came out from under the table with a black line on my face, and then asked at the bottom of the statue with a black hole:

"Uncle, I'm here to ask you something."

"Say."

From the black hole at the bottom of the idol, Uncle Fang's concise reply came. I hesitated for a moment, but finally asked:

"After you and Grandpa helped me turn on the light yesterday, I noticed that there was an extra white line on my wrist, do you know what's going on?"

What I asked was, of course, something I noticed when I went home yesterday and met Ellie. At that time, there was a faint white thread attached to my left wrist on Ellie's left wrist.

The thread, which didn't look like it was made of any material, seemed like only I could see it, and Elle didn't notice it at all. And this silk thread, it seems that there are no strangers on the road, only Ellie has it.

"Oh! That's your relationship with others~"

Uncle Fang's voice came from the statue again, I thought he would think for a long time before answering, but I didn't expect to explain to me so quickly.

"Fate?"

But even if I got his answer, I still didn't understand, so I subconsciously asked. Hearing my question, Uncle Fang seemed to be very impatient, and said casually:

"Fate is fate! The white silk in your hand is the embodiment of your fate with that person, just look it up on the Internet, don't bother me if it's okay. ”

Huh? Look it up online? Are you still not a god? Do you have an internet in that world? I was stunned for a moment, and just as I was about to ask something more, there was no sound inside the idol.

"Cut!"

Pouted, after finding out that Uncle Fang really ignored me, I walked away the fruit left in front of the idol without guilt, and walked to the school not at all pleasantly.

With an apple that I had wiped casually on my school uniform in my mouth, I kept checking the explanation of the edge with the brick-like straight mobile phone in my hand along the way.

There are many explanations of the word yuan, but I think one explanation is more appropriate.

"Between people. Or the opportunity to meet and encounter between people and things. Or it's a like-minded relationship. ”

While I was talking to myself, I finally arrived at the door of the school three minutes before the morning bell rang.

A familiar figure that made my heart beat faster came into my eyes.

"Division. . . Daybreak.. You.. Are you here? ”

Watson, who was squirming and squirming, blushed on his face, with his hands on his crotch, greeted me shyly.

Depend on! You sissy! Don't rub your nakedness in broad daylight!

I pushed Watson's face away from my eyes to prevent him from obscuring my vision.

The familiar figure just now will naturally not be Watson, a good "brother" with whom I have spent more than ten years, but Ellie, whom I just met last night.

Still wearing a white mask, still wearing a long black ponytail, Ellie wore a long-sleeved school uniform tied around her waist, wore modified ultra-short school pants, opened her well-proportioned legs, and walked quickly into the campus. And the moment I passed Watson and me, I could still see the corner of her eye, glancing at me casually.

She must have seen me, right? Though.. It's not a good thing to be seen by her.

Thinking like this, the thought of knowing more about her suddenly rose in my heart. As for why this is the case, I don't know. Probably because she "borrowed" me yesterday and hasn't paid it back?

"Si Chen, who are you looking at?"

My "cute" brother, after being pushed away by me, took the initiative to run to my side and looked at the campus with me. But he won't know, I'm looking at his least favorite bad girl.

Turning his head sideways to look at Watson beside him, his throat, which was obviously seventeen years old but did not yet have an Adam's apple, was slender and delicate. His lips were slightly open, the pink of cherry blossom petals, crystal clear and watery.

Sure enough, Watson must be beautiful if he were a girl.

But it's a pity that when we were children, we often scratched each other's lower bodies and played. If he's a girl, what would the little stick I caught?

"Watson, you don't care who I look at. Let's go. ”

Thinking so, I tapped Watson on the shoulder with the bag full of homework in my hand. Then he walked with him to the classroom.

How can the air on campus today smell sweet? I touched my nose and asked myself in my mind.