Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"On the contrary, when the words of time and space reversal come out of your mouth, Xingjian... I can still believe them."

“…Huh? Why?”

"........."

Futaba didn't answer the question immediately. She just turned her head away, lifted the teacup on the table with a somewhat stiff movement, and then absentmindedly took a sip of the slightly warm green tea.

"...There's no particular reason. It's just that strange things keep happening around you, so it's not surprising that you say something like that."

For some reason, Futaba's expression seemed a little off.

Rather than curiosity and uneasiness about the unknown phenomenon, what she felt from her slightly trembling fingertips was more of an excitement and agitation.

Although Xingjian keenly grasped this point, he was still a little confused.

He seemed to be finding it increasingly difficult to understand his best friend.

"If, I mean if—if Xingjian, you really did experience a time-space reversal, then there must be a reason for this time-space reversal."

It's just a reason that can happen to anyone.

"Well, first of all, the syndrome is ruled out because it happened to me."

Xingjian raised his eyebrows, straightened his back, clasped his hands in front of him and began to try to clear his mind.

Well, after all, he hasn't had anything to worry about recently. Rather, since he hit rock bottom and then rose again, his life has slowly gotten back on track - he even has some positive emotions that he wouldn't have had otherwise.

"Not always."

"…………Futaba, what do you mean?"

However, Futaba denied it very straightforwardly and firmly, and Hoshimi's thoughts on developing the relationship came to an abrupt end.

And the look she cast at him clearly carried some other meaning.

"If time travel is understood as a form of adolescent syndrome, then it should only occur to the person at the root of the problem—it shouldn't affect others unless you inadvertently interact or intersect with something like quantum entanglement. In other words..."

Although Futaba didn't make her words more clear, her meaning was already obvious.

“…Hey, this isn’t right.”

Xingjian, feeling a little panicked for no reason, curled the corners of his mouth.

Futaba's meaning has actually been expressed very clearly, and it just needs the finishing touch.

If all syndromes revolve around the patients themselves, then the first to be affected should be the patients.

Before this, neither Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha, nor even Kato Megumi seemed to be aware of the concept of time travel.

So, who is the only person who realizes the concept of time travel? There is actually only one answer.

“…No way.”

Xingjian couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, trying hard not to believe that this guess was correct.

"I should have told you before, Futaba, that puberty syndrome has happened to me once before. And it was in the distant past of junior high school, and it was almost over."

It doesn't make sense. A person shouldn't experience puberty syndrome twice.

"Xingjian, don't worry. I'm just stating a possibility, not a definite one."

Futaba sighed, and her voice, which had been somewhat ruthless and cold, gradually softened. She must be taking care of Xingjian's fluctuating emotions in her own way.

"But I've already been through this once, and even the last syndrome wasn't completely resolved, leaving behind sequelae that lasted for so long—"

If it was puberty syndrome again, he really didn't know what to do.

"...Although we've seen quite a few cases, there's no evidence to prove that puberty syndrome can't occur twice in the same person."

Futaba took her hand out of the pocket of her white coat and waved it gently to signal Xingjian not to be too hasty. The latter suppressed the emotion that was about to refute something.

"There's actually another way to easily prove who's at the center of puberty syndrome."

Futaba seemed to have lost interest in drinking tea at this time. She stood up from the chair in front of the laboratory table seriously and looked down at Xingjian's face from top to bottom.

"If the person who got infected is really Xing Jianni, and the symptoms are such a sci-fi time-travel reversal—the proof is much simpler. Well, for example, silently thinking of the place you want to go, or the age you want to return to."

"Let me try."

Xingjian twitched his lips. He didn't think this method was very reliable, but there seemed to be no other way at the moment.

The young man held his breath, closed his eyes, and thought of a year in his head. Then he opened his eyes impatiently.

The scenery before my eyes had not changed at all.

Futaba was still standing in front of him, looking at him with an expectant expression.

"...It seems you guessed wrong this time, Futaba."

Xingjian looked up helplessly and glanced around. It was still the same science lab. But when he stood up and opened the door to the lab to take a closer look,

"...?"

The dazzling orange sunset seemed a little dazzling to him.

At the same time, his heart skipped a beat as he realized something.

——When I just walked into the door of the science laboratory, it should have been less than one o'clock in the afternoon.

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The next plot may have some science fiction elements in it?

Well, there's no need to delve too deeply into this, after all, this isn't a hardcore sci-fi novel (please be gentle if you want to make a comment; the guy who cursed so much in the forum thread a few days ago really disgusted me).

The World Line Divergence: A Never-Ending Week: Leave Request

Last time someone reminded me in the comments that I could write a leave request so I wrote it here orz

It feels so sour to have both Marxist and Mao Zedong Thought lectures scheduled for the same semester and then have them delivered two consecutive days next week. Orz, we just had a small group discussion until 10:30 and only talked about a few things. Who told me that college life would be easy?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

It’s okay, I will continue to update tomorrow and make up for what I missed!

The World Line's Divergence: A Never-Ending Week: Leave Request 2

After a morning class today, I've been working on my PPT since lunch. I finally finished it after dinner (smile). I don't understand why every class requires students to make a PPT presentation, and if they don't, their marks will be deducted. Why is college life more tiring than high school life?

I'm tired, but I'll take a break after class tomorrow and continue to update. I'm really sorry for the past two days, but I still have to write a leave note orz

The Never-Ending Week at the World Line's Divergence: Chapter 7: The Truth of Time Travel (Part 2)

"Hello..."

There does seem to be something wrong here.

Trying hard to suppress the feeling of disbelief that welled up in his heart, the black-haired boy moved his Adam's apple and looked around with a somewhat dull look.

He rubbed his eyes, but when his sight refocused on the sky, the dazzling orange-red light was still so bright that it made it difficult for him to open his eyes completely.

"Futaba, what's going on...?"

Xingjian almost subconsciously turned his head to ask the gray-haired girl for help. Although the gray curly-haired girl in a white coat looked a little panicked, she finally calmed herself down and coughed lightly to calm herself down.

She did not directly answer Xingjian's question, but just shifted her gaze to the table on the side.

The teacups that should have been placed there and the laboratory equipment that Futaba usually used to make coffee had disappeared without a trace.

"...If you already have the answer in your heart, don't waste your time on it, Hoshimi. You should have almost figured it out, right?"

The girl narrowed her eyes thoughtfully as she walked out of the room and stood not far behind Xingjian. Then, with a frown on her face, she gently reached out her hand and touched the smooth wall.

Originally, I had the impression that the walls of the science laboratory had not been properly protected for a year or two, and a lot of the wall paint had fallen off.

But now, there was no trace of the small piece of wall that was missing in Futaba's memory.

She stuck her head out and looked at the giant electronic wall clock in the school square. The numbers displayed on the screen directly below showed that the current time was October x, 20xx.

It was exactly the same day three years ago when they had just been chatting in the lab without noticing.

"Looking at this situation, maybe my guess is right."

Futaba, who had confirmed that she was not mistaken, let out a long sigh and expressed her inference in a voice that was extremely solemn, yet also carried a bit of uncontrollable excitement.

Just as Xingjian was looking at her with some complicated eyes, the gray-haired girl slowly raised her head and looked at him.

"Well, this is a time-space reversal event that is difficult to explain with common sense. And the guy who made this possible..."

Futaba raised her right hand, and with a confident look on her face, she extended her index finger and gently poked the chest of Hoshimi who was very close to her.

"Xingjian, it can only be you."

"...?"

Do not understand.

not understand.

Not sure.

The boy had a somewhat dull expression on his face, which could probably only be described with these few words.

No, why on earth is that?

If puberty syndrome is a symptom that arises when one feels that life is not going well, then Hoshimi clearly feels that her current lifestyle is ideal, and even if there are unhappy things, they are just memories that disappear with the wind.

He doesn't meet the criteria for triggering puberty syndrome again, which makes no sense.

"Tsk..."

It took a long time for Xingjian to come back to his senses, grinning and clicking his tongue slightly.

He just touched his forehead in annoyance, and other than that, he didn't do anything extreme to vent his negative emotions.

"........."

Although Ms. Futaba was the one who expressed this opinion with such conviction, in a sense, she was also the one who said something that made Hoshimi's expression somewhat unstable - so her gaze became more or less evasive.

"Perhaps... well, perhaps, I'm just putting forward a hypothesis. Perhaps the puberty syndrome that's happening to you, Hoshimi..."

Futaba gradually lowered her voice and muttered to herself in a voice that was close to talking to herself.

"There's only one time..."

"……Um?"

Xingjian, who keenly caught her whisper, raised his eyebrows, and for a moment he couldn't understand why she thought so.

"Ah—ahem, um."

Futaba probably suddenly realized that her mumbling was heard by Hoshimi, and then she quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts. Before Hoshimi could ask any questions about this matter, she quickly gave a clear explanation.

"Nothing, I just had a sudden thought... I might be wrong."

Then, Futaba Xianxingjian walked out of the laboratory door and pulled him away.

"Hello, hello——"

"Then, it's the same as what I just said - if the person who can control time and space reversal is you, Xing Jian, then every action you take must have its meaning and reason."

Walking in front, the gray-haired girl, who showed great interest and energy for the first time, scratched her fluffy long hair nonchalantly, then turned her head and cast a sharp look at the boy she was dragging forward.

"Cheer up and think carefully about what you want to do when you come back here."

"Well………"

Xingjian looked at Futaba's serious expression in a daze, letting her pull him through the corridor, and asked another question somewhat unexpectedly.

"...I used to think you, Futaba, usually had no energy, even when it came to puberty syndrome, but this time you seemed surprisingly motivated."

"—"

His somewhat unreasonable sigh succeeded in making Futaba, who was striding forward, stop in her tracks.

Is it an illusion? Or is he just being too picky about these details?

In short, Hoshimi feels that Futaba's attitude towards the problem of Puberty Syndrome this time is slightly different from before.

It seems that she is more eager and proactive than before... maybe even a little excited?

"...Stupid, idiot? Isn't this as it should be?"

Faced with Xingjian's sudden questioning, Futaba rarely stuttered, and her eyes, which had just been stunned for a moment, immediately returned to their usual indifference and sharpness.

"Now you've dragged me into this, and you bear the burden of our shared destiny—don't try to evade responsibility by changing the subject."

She poked the boy's chest with her elbow rudely, and after Xingjian let out an unexpected whimper, she continued to walk in front as usual.

"Really...what is this guy doing?"