By the time the Asama trio arrived in Tokyo, night had completely fallen.

Immortal Kawa unexpectedly followed Asama and Fumi, and the three of them got on the train to the south together.

The Mita Line itself is a very busy line, but after being expanded to 8 cars in 2022, it is still crowded.

Because it was the weekend, the three of them happened to meet the evening rush hour, and the people who had just gotten off work on the subway and those who went out to go home were crowded together like sardines.

Although it is not like the morning rush hour, where you need to push a person to push a pig to a slaughterhouse truck, the number of passengers is actually the same as the state of the rush hour in the TV series.

Asama's schoolbag was caught in the door before he got on the bus. He even had the urge to trip over a few middle-aged uncles to make room for Futami and Immortal River.

There are a lot of people reading books with pocket books in the car.

I feel that there are as many Japanese people who are keen to hold books to avoid eye contact as there are Japanese people who wear masks to avoid staring. Because of the large base, there is no shame in reading in Japan, and if it is in the city of the previous life, reading on the subway will be regarded as an act of pretending to be 13.

Asama didn't read, first of all, the posture didn't allow it, and his hand was kidnapped.

At this time, he was standing by the car door with the two girls, Asama with his back to the car door, and Riyo Immortal Kawa and Tsukimi Futami were facing him, standing close to his left and right arms.

The faint scent of laurel and pine came from their bodies, penetrating the defenses of the masks and reaching the temporal lobe of Asama's brain.

Rather than the stinging onlookers, Asama pays more attention to the movements of the middle-aged uncles behind the two girls.

In real life, the idiots on the subway are not as frequent as in the anime, and people who are closer to Futami and Immortal River consciously keep their distance.

Compared to Asama's vigilant dead fish eyes, perhaps their over-the-top charm makes the uncles feel ashamed.

Some people's appearance, like their own highlights, is unblemished in the turbid world.

Wearing masks does not reduce their charm in the slightest, the idol temperament of Immortal Chuan, and the beautiful posture of the second sight are like candles in the night, which cannot be ignored.

In order to support their bodies, the two girls invariably chose the posture of one-handed wall knocking, and although Asama is not tall, he still controls himself not to look at the snow-white scenery hidden in the ruffled off-the-shoulder shirt and the unbuttoned cargo dress that catches the eye because of the height difference.

If I knew that I wouldn't pretend to be a knight, I wouldn't have this kind of trouble if I turned my back directly.

The train shook for a while, and Futami took the opportunity to stick to Asama and asked the immortal river.

"I didn't ever meet Riyo on the subway before."

Because of inertia, Immortal River's left arm and Asama's left arm are also tightly together.

"I've changed my place of residence~ The short-term rental apartment has expired, and I have moved to Yingmei's house since this month, saving a lot of money."

Between the friction of the bare skin under the short sleeves, there is an endless source of electrostatic ions called youthful troubles, and the attraction brought by the electrostatic field makes Asama can't help but stiffen his body.

"Where did Li Shi sit down?"

"Meguro Oh ~ Welcome to play where I live ~"

Immortal replied with a smile, pointing to his pupils.

"Where does Satsuki live?"

"Shirokane Takanawa."

"That's really close."

When the subway arrived at the station halfway, a new wave of passengers poured in, the chatting atmosphere and stable position of the three people were broken, and the density of the carriages became higher.

The carriage was suddenly upgraded from a sardine canned to a toothpick box.

Even if the passengers do not have armrests to stabilize their bodies, they can ensure basic balance through shoulder strikes, elbow strikes, and foot stomping from the people around them.

Asama used the technique of bone shrinking, and the distance between the three of them finally disappeared.

"I'm sorry."

The second sight of the low words, like a horn of charge, the girl's soft body, clinging to Asama's body, a tight state.

The light clothes in the summer made him feel like a body thermometer.

The body temperature of the second sight is very hot, it can't be a fever, right?

Immortal River was squeezed by the sturdy back of a woman in her 20s, and she also clung to her side.

"Robert-kun, how does it feel to be a sandwich biscuit? ~”

Immortal Chuan looked at himself innocently, he knew that Immortal Chuan was talking about his state of being surrounded by a group of passengers.

But he still couldn't help but focus on his arm.

took off the star of the □□□, and reason made him forcibly reply,

"I think it's the compressed biscuits."

But there is no use.

The train was moving at high speed, and Asama found that her heart was beating uncontrollably, and it wasn't impossible if she didn't invite him to join her band now, or be a drummer.

I don't know if it's because the air conditioning in the car is insufficient, or if the passengers exhale too much hot air.

A layer of sweat quickly appeared on Asama's forehead, and Futami's little face flushed, and the roots of Immortalgawa's ears also turned red.

"Robert-kun, what is your dream today?"

Immortal Chuan suddenly raised his head, his hat was rubbed off, and Asama, who could only move his wrist, hooked his hand and pinched the visor.

Asama motioned for Immortal Kawa to pick up his hat and replied,

"Have a healthy heart."

Immortal River, who took the hat, stretched out his hand with difficulty to put it on, and suddenly pinched Asama's wrist with his hand.

"Hey~ Is the dream that has been realized also a dream? Robert-kun has a big heart that is running active~"

For the first time, he was held by a Genki idol like this, and Asama almost disappeared with bated breath.

There was no ambiguous tone at all, but it made him a little trance.

There was no topic, and Futami, who had been lowering his eyebrows, snorted softly, and Asama felt a hand behind him.

Glancing at the second sight, he actually saw the smile of the little devil who succeeded in doing evil for the first time.

This train is bound for Ruyue Station, right? It's the hell of adolescence.

Getting off at Shiba-Koen Station, saying goodbye to Futami and Immortalgawa, Asama, who was physically and mentally exhausted, bought the latest issue of the magazine at a convenience store.

The whispers and the smell of the nose remained.

By looking at Matisse's imaginative geography of oriental elements, it is impossible to get out of the labyrinth of youth just now.

Looking at Constance Tenwick's small circle of scene-style portrait creations, creating a "hyper-emotional painting" that focuses on the reality around him, Asama replaced the protagonists of the portrait with today's two young girls.

Humans are indeed animals of the senses.

He somewhat understood the flying squirrel's complicated feelings for Albede.

By artificially raising the favorability to the extreme, it distorts a supposedly self-consistent existence.

Because of himself, the equality of the immortal river is gone, and the independence of the second sight is gone.

Helping them regain their original attributes is the top priority, how can they indulge in the affection of beautiful girls like taking advantage of people's danger?

It's not that active girls don't value themselves, but the scales of love make them give up self-preservation.

On the subway, those hearts wrapped in force majeure should be resolutely and coldly rejected?

The wandering lonely soul doesn't need a place of bond.

However, the lonely soul has the responsibility to let them, who have lost their subjectivity because of themselves, become people who are as they name again.

The price of nobility is to do whatever it takes.

I thought I had a good consciousness, but today I pulled the second sight to lower the peachy aura and concentrate on thinking about things for her.

But now it's a little shaken.

Already burdened with the lives of Pochi, Futami, and Majima for the next few years, is it necessary for Asama to meddle in adding more Sisyphus stones to the top of the mountain?

Immortal Chuan's love is restrained, but behind the restraint, what kind of heaviness is it? Asama didn't dare to think deeply.

Ordinary people are just so incompetent.

After being soaked in time, such as helplessness, anger, entanglement, and pain, there is no flower of solution.

In fact, many problems, many indifferent and meaningless paths, as long as you open your heart to the other end, you can reshape the meaning of a thing.

Such as a pilgrimage to a non-existent god, such as the praise and remembrance of a hero who has long since died.

However, the fate of the Shadow Mighty should be a secret matter.

Even if it is an ordinary person in shallow still water, he doesn't want his fate to be too entangled in other silk threads.

Every time he encounters the unreasonable love charge of girls, Asama always spends a lot of time repairing the wall of his heart.

As a result, many more important and urgent matters have been delayed.

Boast! Boast! Boast!

On a summer night in Shiba Park, Tokyo, people on the side of the street, listening to the sound, looked at an inconspicuous guy, like a cyber neurotic, patting his head all the way and muttering something to himself.

An indescribable fear rose in their hearts, and passers-by avoided it.

"Pochi, are you feeling better?"

"Well, it's Ah Shui who is back."

Turning on the light, Poki came out of the quilt with a messy golden retriever.

"Slept all day? You guy, do you want to stay up all night? ”

"You have done all the housework, what can I do, and, didn't Ah Shui let me have a good rest?"

Seeing that Pochi had the spirit to reply and quibble, Asama walked into the bathroom with peace of mind and prepared to take a bath.

After raising her body temperature with 52 degrees Celsius water and plenty of steam, Asama sat on a stool and cooled down with cool water at about 35 degrees Celsius.

After the blood vessels are constricted, after rubbing the bath, let yourself heat up again, dilate the blood vessels, and then pour cold water.

Generally speaking, one cold and one hot will infect wind chill.

However, many places that engage in saunas say that this kind of cold and hot can regulate the body and mind. Just like the earth's day and night, the alternation of summer and winter, the era of magma everywhere and the ice age, there is the true meaning of life in this kind of relaxation, calm and enthusiasm.

I wish they could pour cold water on themselves.

Asama, who rubbed his whole body and came out of the bathroom, immediately looked for Pochi.

The blonde girl leaned against the corner of the bed, her hair was slightly groomed, her lips were very pale and leaning against the wall, flipping through a copy of "The Golden Death".

"Junichiro Tanizaki?"

"It's this one."

Instead of going to the desk, Asama didn't even pick up a book, put the magazine on the coffee table, and then fell backwards and sank into the sofa.

"What are you doing when Ah Shui went out today? Did you donate blood? Looking exhausted? ”

I thought about it for charity today, so I nodded.

"Huh! Did you really donate blood? ”

Pochi finally lost his weakness when he spoke, and asked Asama in surprise.

"I see that I lost blood today, so I want to do something good and good."

Asama's eyes were closed, and his mouth was full of nonsense.

"By the way, Pochi, does brown sugar ginger tea taste good?"

"Yes, Chinese Kampo is indeed amazing. In other words, Ah Shui, if you have been so kind, be careful and live for a short time. ”

"Maybe it's good news, didn't someone say they were going to stay until I die?"

The blonde girl put down the book completely, and leaned on the sofa with Asama,

"Well, in terms of treating pets, Ah Shui is so bad that he can live for 200 years."

"Pochi, have you taken a shower?"

“？？？”

"The human smell is relatively light, and the dog smell is coming up again."

"Damn Ah Shui!"

As if he had been resurrected with full blood, Poki got up on his hands and feet, and Asama also put on a prop to fight his spirits and chased Pochi around the room.

Asama couldn't help but sigh in his heart, worthy of Maozi blood.

Poki came out of the shower, Asama went into the bathroom to wash his clothes, and when he came out, the blonde girl sat on the stool, lying on the back of the chair and looking at him with a smile.

"Is Ah Shui robbing me of my salary?"

"You have two days, it's a paid vacation."

"Hey, it's only two days? You black-hearted fellow! ”

"Given your pedigree, it's up to date that you don't work 60 hours a week."

Asama tried his best to avoid Pochi's milky thighs in an awkward conversation,

"Book, don't you read it?"

"Ah Shui is a beautiful book~"

"Got it, I'll get you the fever medicine later."

"You only have suppositories in your medicine cabinet at home, right? Then Ah Shui, you call me~"

“.”

After drying his clothes, Asama urges Pochi, who has slept all day, to go back to bed.

Before turning off the lights, Pochi suddenly spoke.

"Ah Shui, I believe that good people will definitely be rewarded."

"Ahhhhhh

"Stupid Ah Shui."

Poki muttered as he mumbled the lid on the cup.

Unexpectedly, in less than 2 minutes, there was an even breathing sound.

Do good people have good rewards?

Those who feel that there will be kind feedback when they release good intentions, and those who feel that as long as they work hard, they will be rewarded.

Unleashing good intentions and hard work is a permanent state, and these people just want to be immersed in the state, and too much pursuit of results will bring them out of this state.

Therefore, good people have good rewards, but don't tell good people about it. This kind of talk will wear out the avenue.

Immortal Riyo Kawa, with the 50 million he gave her, successfully photographed Chiyo Konoe's [Daigo Dinner] at the deadline.

Tidy up your home tomorrow morning, after all, there are four girls 1, 2, 3, and 4 who are going to come here for exams and department team building.

Immortal Kawa and Ichijo,Can't kidnap their time to the love counseling department.,Second sight didn't put his mind on helping himself at all.,The only thing I can really rely on in the future is the diligent and studious Kamizu Kunimashima Mai.。

Majima hasn't recovered yet, and I don't know if I'll feel embarrassed to see Pochi and these strange netizens tomorrow.

In the midst of cranky thoughts, the shallow room with physical strength of 4 fell asleep deeply.

And Pochi, who had slept all day, opened her big bright eyes again.

Thanks to the bosses of [Book Friends 20180106062417828] [Robotech] [Lu Yeci] for their tips.

Thanks to the support of the bosses, during this time, the children had a cold and fever for three days in a row, and they really didn't have much strength and mind to update.

I'll just look at it in the next two days, thank you for your understanding.

(End of chapter)