Thereupon.

After I was hit by Arvada.

On the way to the underworld.

It was said by someone.

I don't have access.

So I became a zombie.

Because I can't die.

Of course.

This is what happened last night.

I'm afraid I live in B.C.

It's like love before the AD.

As well as the never-ending August.

Unable to cross the December mark.

Go to the New Year's Spring Festival Gala of the following year.

Huh......

Helium......

Helium......

The class representative stood there with a drumstick in his dazed expression.

The bishop rubbed the tickle flesh of his waist with his large wand.

The class representative shivered like an electric shock all over his body.

Then he turned around and walked towards the Great Hall.

The mid-head serrated lightning-shaped scalp is connected to alternating current at all times.

The skin is so fair that the blue veins under the skin are exposed.

The bishop and I sat with the head of the house for the first time to see the rehearsal.

Now, do you want a drink?

[No, the doctor said that I need to master the four major things of healthy life in order to get a longer term, less smoking, less staying up late, less soda and less masturbation. 】

It is to warn you not to be an ordinary otaku.

And you have to transform into a sunny otaku.

Suddenly, the sound of a microphone sounded on the stage.

[Okay, a listener ordered the song Sunshine Otaku, come on, class representative, drumming and passing flowers! ] 】

It scares me.

The stage played a sunshine otaku.

The class representative beats the drum with a drumstick.

Naw.

This song is in line with the repertoire of the campus Spring Festival Gala, is it non-love, non-rock, and has nothing to do with Fengyue, and has a profound meaning.

[Well, it's okay, be careful!!!!!! 】

A hydrangea smashed into my face.

What kind of hydrangea is this!

It's obviously a mop head, okay!

I covered my face with my fingers apart.

Sit next to the basketball court and watch the game.

Oh.

no。

I probably suffered from hydrangea dependence.

How beautiful the cheerleader's hydrangea is.

Much better looking than their people.

Here's why.

It's because I'm watching the glasses otaku cheerleaders cheering on the women's basketball team.

It's shocking.

Yes~

I lost my temper.

I was so excited that my voice was an octave higher.

I'm like a liar, I love you equals good morning Simpson.

Oh.

It is indeed synonymous with good morning that only couples have.

Yes.

I can't stand it anymore.

I'm going back to my dorm.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

Bend over and rush forward.

A second after I left.

There was still a glimmer of warmth on the bench that was hit by a basketball that bounced back from the hoop.

But.

This is also the result of their reckless action when they hear my words.

Now it's all right.

I have hydrangea dependence.

Completely turned into hydrangea phobia.

Although this astonishing truth was revealed under the stimulation of the other party one after another.

No matter how much I try to cover it up.

He will show people in the truest way.

It seems that the true feelings that appeared when it was too late to hide it at the beginning.

Huh, hum, hum......

I laughed and cried.

Have I finally stepped into the military forbidden world for me?

this day.

Whether it's positive or negative.

All 24 hours.

There is both day and night.

Whenever.

My watch is always turning counterclockwise.

It's as if Nobita's time with Doraemon's small alarm clock has been released.

Time.

Reversed.

The head of the house, standing by the window of the pharmacist's room on the second floor, looked at me with a blank look with glazed eyes, and the blurred phantom reflected in the tears in his eyes that had been smoked with ginger ale.

But just another five minutes.

His tearful eyes will return to normal.

And this sudden northerly wind.

It will also change back to the south wind.

Retreat back.

Then I would go to the grocery store and buy a pack of streetlight pole biscuits and run over to meet him.

My properties.

Not light.

But.

Time.