When it comes to the youth period drama of his parents, Mitsuki Haihara can only hum something. He didn't mind being like his father in this respect, but on the contrary, if he did, he felt that there was a problem.

Although it stands to reason that it is impossible for him to really know, judging from the words of others, his father seems to be a very famous "public **" when he was young. If you really want to talk about the means of coaxing girls, it is a matter of course, the father should be quite proficient.

At least Mitsuki Kaihara doesn't plan to learn this, and it is estimated that he will not be able to learn it. Although he is popular with girls, he is also conscious. But to let him deliberately say something that makes the girl happy to listen to it, but he didn't do it.

In fact, his attitude towards girls has always been no different from that of other people. The cheerfulness and grace that treats everyone equally is almost becoming his signature trait (oddly enough, the more he seems to be, the more popular he becomes). He doesn't think there's anything wrong with this, anyway, the girls who have crossed paths with him basically don't belong to the type that likes to listen to rhetoric.

So in fact, he was quite unimpressed with his mother's words. It's just that as a child, it's not convenient to refute the mother in person. So he turned to his sister.

"Why don't you call first?"

He asked.

"That...... Isn't the phone broken? ”

His sister's answer made him pat his forehead.

There were too many things he had encountered recently, and he had forgotten about them.

As for his mother, he didn't have any intention of asking—I don't know what the reason was, because my mother had always disliked using any electronic devices, and the Kaihara siblings had long been accustomed to it.

"Do you want to buy a new phone?"

"Not for the time being, I applied to the school for a mobile terminal, and if I passed, I didn't need to use a mobile phone......"

"Die, President!"

The roar mixed with the soft voice of his sister Qingli was particularly harsh, and it seemed that the boys' camp on the sidelines who were dissatisfied with the fact that Mitsuki Kaihara was very popular with girls (basically the female audience present was coming for him) finally broke out.

The reason for this is easy to see - because the dome is a beauty. The boys' camp, who usually already have a lot of jealousy towards Mitsuki Haihara, found out that he was still close to such a super beautiful girl, and it was natural that he was psychologically unbalanced.

Being cursed so bluntly, Mitsuki Haihara felt very sorry. However, he thinks that his self-cultivation is not good enough to be so good.

"Who said that? Stand up. ”

With a kind smile, he took a deep breath and spoke towards the densest area of the audience.

No one said a word. Although Mitsuki Umihara only said a sentence rather blandly, it caused a storm of silence in the crowded area.

Like the whistling sound generated by the positive feedback of the amplification system, the ripples caused by the telekinetic force oscillate in the air. Following the principle of self-excited vibration in industry, the fluctuation of the shock suppresses the noisy discourse. Even covering your ears is useless, and the whistling sound emitted by the telekinesis even has the power to directly penetrate the barrier.

Affected by Haiyuan Mitsuki's daily performance, most people only remembered one thing at this time. In every sense of the word, their student president was not as talkative as his predecessor.

From the standpoint of Mitsuki Haihara himself, if it was usual, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to such a boring personal attack. However, today is different, because my sister is on the side.

Of course, it is conceivable that no one will really stand up.

But, at this very moment—

The "culprit" in a sense stepped forward.

In an instant, the otherwise noisy venue became silent.

Under everyone's gaze, the peerless beautiful girl bent down reservedly and gracefully, and saluted to the most densely populated area.

As if a cool breeze wakes people up from their slumber, it makes the beautiful girl who seems to make the whole world suddenly brighten up and speak softly.

"Hello everyone. On weekdays, my brother is taken care of by everyone. ”

The silence continued, and everyone understood her words, but it seemed as if they were one step too late to understand the meaning of her words.

Anyone, until they understand what she is saying, before they understand what she is doing, is inevitably attracted to her.

It's fine if there are only one or two people, but when the number increases, her presence will be even more unbelievably prominent.

It's as if she exists in everyone's consciousness.

In the delicate atmosphere, the first to understand the meaning of her words erupted in the loudest cheers.

Inevitably, of course, once again mixed with the phrase "No problem!" Isn't it, big brother? Words like that.

It's so easy to understand youth.

Mitsuki Umihara, who knew this group of guys too well and didn't want his sister to attract too much attention, reached out and put his hand on his sister's shoulder and pulled her back slightly. Because of his movement, his sister leaned slightly in his direction.

Because he didn't go out as a Tokiwadai student and put on contact lenses again, the girl's mysterious purple eyes looked at him apologetically.

Even after she had been with her for so long, Mitsuki Haihara felt dizzy.

Not only does it have the beauty and cuteness that people are reluctant to touch, but it also has a smart and clever side. Although she is still a little immature, she is a girl at the junction of being loved by men and longed for by women.

Mitsuki Haihara couldn't help but retract his hand. Puzzled by his actions, Qiongno tilted her head in confusion, the snow-white feathers in her hair swaying gently in front of Mitsuki Umihara's eyes due to the height difference between the two.

At this moment, a soft coughing sound came from behind the two of them.

"I'm sorry, but I think the atmosphere is good, but we seem to be disturbing others."

As Mrs. Kaihara said, even the football team that was supposed to be training normally stopped. Although they will not be distracted by other factors during the official competition, no one will care about this kind of training that has been messed up for a long time.

Mitsuki Umihara could even feel the helpless look from the team's coach.

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The snow-white quills rustled across the pale yellow paper, leaving a single stroke, and the dark red ink outlined the Greek letters little by little, as if they had been out of order.

It was a simple family restaurant, and Mrs. Kaihara was somehow writing something in a rather archaic way while listening to her son talk about his recent troubles (of course, some of the unspeakable parts of Mitsuki Kaihara were hidden).

The quill in her hand was a hair ornament temporarily retrieved from her daughter, the paper was an ancient pale yellow parchment, and the ink was almost equally old gallic ink added to the inserted quill. Even the way of writing is reproduced in that antiquity. It was in this way that the first true "book" of mankind was written down by a scribe.

Naturally, Mrs. Kaihara had no leisure to recreate that period of history, in fact, she was just playing a game.

Writing the last letter on the parchment, Mrs. Umihara picked up the parchment and blew softly. The erosive effect of gallic ink permeates the parchment paper and does not fade even after thousands of years.

"Well, that's about what 'Isa wrote."

Saying such incomprehensible words, Mrs. Kaihara nodded in satisfaction.

"Are you listening?"

Mitsuki Umihara frowned. Although I know that my mother often does such things for unknown reasons, I can't help but be a little worried.

"Listen." Rolling up the parchment paper in his hand, "In general, something happened to Salt that you can't understand, and now that she's missing, you're worried." Is that so? ”

In fact, Mitsuki Kaihara said quite a lot of things, but his mother just summed up such a sentence.

If you exclude all the minutiae, all that remains is a trunk without branches and leaves. But for such a way of summarizing......

Mitsuki Umihara noticed that his sister, who had just picked up a mochi snack, stopped moving and looked at him with beautiful eyes. Obviously, my sister cared about her mother's summary, and her eyes made Mitsuki Haihara feel a little uncomfortable.

However, his mother raised her finger and stopped Mitsuki Haihara from trying to speak.

"Let me ask you a question first, who do you think of Yan-san?" Mrs. Kaihara asked. "Senior sister, friend, what else?"

"Why ask such a question?"

"It's important." Mrs. Kaihara smiled and shook her head, "I mean, is the salt in your eyes human?" ”

For a moment, silence reigned.

There was a question that pierced Mitsuki Haihara's brain deeply, and it was pulled out by his mother.

As a rough stone, it is difficult to think of human abilities, is it the ability or not? If so, what exactly is this ability? If not, what is Baba Bi?

"You don't need to answer me, I just want to remind you of the definition of human beings. There is nothing that can be truly defined as human in the first place, like this piece of paper. Mrs. Kaihara shook the parchment in her hand, "As long as there is no way to debunk it, what is there to doubt even if it is an ancient document?" It's like taking a person's quantum state and reproducing it at the other end, we don't have any reason to say that it's not human, because we can't define how different he is from a human. As you know, this is the principle of quantum transmission. ”

“……”

Can't answer. It's not just Mitsuki Umihara who can't answer, but even Umihara Dono can't answer. This seems to be a topic that only philosophers should think about, and for the Kaihara siblings, this topic seems too unfamiliar.

Mrs. Kaihara smiled meaningfully as she looked at her children's delicate expressions.

"Actually, I think I should know the true face of Salt's abilities."

It's not just Mitsuki Haihara, but even Dono, who hasn't seen the ability of Yanbi in the real sense, can't help but care about his mother's words.

Even if it's just from the brother's narration, the incredible ability is already known in the mother's mouth?

Why was Sister Salt able to become something else? Even if it is explained by the observation theory of quantum mechanics, there are missing links.

Has anyone ever heard of observing oneself as something that is not oneself? If it becomes something that is not itself, then how can it be observed in itself? There is such a paradox.

"Let me give you an example."

As she spoke, she put her hand in her pocket and took out a small golden disc from it.

It was a golden coin, placed on a table, with a relief of a human head on the upward side.

"This is a Byzantine gold coin from the time of Anastasia I, a gift that I demanded from your father. It's a historical artifact, but for me, its value is not history.

The value of this gold coin lies in the fact that it is the earliest true 'carryover currency' of mankind. In plain language, it is the ancient 'dollar'. ”

Squinting her eyes slightly, Lady Kaihara began to speak.

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During this time, I went to Hunan once, and I was delayed for a lot of time.