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

"But, you're so cunning... You've already been preserved in my memory forever as you are now."

The dead are gone, but life goes on. She has grown up gradually in the past ten years and gradually began to experience and come into contact with new things.

The boy in her memory was still about seventeen or eighteen years old, who would joke with her in the science lab and smile at her gently.

"Why... do you appear with this face again..."

As a result, the feelings that had been dormant deep in my heart for ten years began to stir.

"Futaba..."

Xingjian subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to get closer to her, but the latter took a step back as if to avoid him.

"Okay... I just told you, don't come near me for now."

She raised her head and wiped her red eyes, as if she was trying hard not to let the tears fall, so stubborn and obstinate.

"You're probably more used to a close friend who can calmly and rationally stay by your side to solve problems, rather than someone like me who loses his composure for no apparent reason."

"I do not have……"

“…Give me a moment.”

She turned around and faced the boy with her back, seemingly forcing herself to calm down.

"Let's put these things aside for now and have a good rest. Starting tomorrow, the Futaba Rio you're familiar with will be back..."

Then, without giving the boy time to respond, she quickly walked towards her bedroom and paused for a moment.

"...assuming you don't suddenly disappear."

Finally, she closed the door decisively.

"........."

Xingjian, who was standing there and staring at her back, didn't say anything, but in fact, he was already very upset deep down in his heart.

It’s not that he didn’t want to say something, but in the situation just now, no matter what he said, it would only further stimulate Futaba’s emotions and make her even more hysterical.

He knew that Futaba had always prided herself on her rationality. Being out of control was definitely not what she wanted.

"........."

It seems that I won’t be able to sleep well tonight.

He scratched the back of his head in frustration, then opened the guest room door with his head down.

Futaba seemed to have turned her own study into a guest room. Even when Xingjian was sitting on the floor, he could only look up and see dark brown bookshelves filled with books.

Quantum mechanics, basic physics, advanced physics, probability theory, calculus... these are all books that you can tell Futaba will be interested in.

"Come to think of it...even though Futaba and I were close ten years ago, I never stayed at her house."

Xingjian, who couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, curled his lips helplessly and decided to give up and let his worries occupy his mind.

He is not a fool, nor is he a blockhead who knows nothing about emotions. Of course, he can read something from Futaba's words and expressions just now.

That's what I thought.

If the expression just now wasn't based on that kind of emotion, it wouldn't make sense at all.

"Futaba...as expected..."

This time, "she likes me" should not be classified as one of the three major illusions in life.

If that's true, Xingjian will start to doubt whether he is suitable for interacting with girls.

But when did it start? Did she want to be friends with me in this way, or did she not have such feelings at the beginning?

Xingjian turned over again as he became more awake and more unable to sleep the more he thought about it.

Or maybe, from even earlier...

"Tsk."

It's a mixed feeling.

Even if friendship transforms into a deeper feeling, it has still "deteriorated".

Moreover, this "friendship" is most likely a one-sided feeling that Xingjian has always believed in.

It was just Futaba performing a one-man show with him.

What makes Xingjian even more upset is what kind of mood Futaba was in during these ten years.

She broke down like this today, it was something Xingjian had never seen before.

Maybe Futaba's feelings for him are even more than he currently realizes.

When I thought of this, an inexplicable sense of guilt surged up from the bottom of my heart, along with a vague feeling of chest tightness.

If it were me, after accepting the death of the one I loved, and then one day ten years later I saw her return to me, looking just as she was before, with the passage of time leaving no trace on her...

If that's the case, my reaction would probably be similar to Futaba's.

No matter how hard you try to hold it in, the emotions that have accumulated over the years will still burst out with the unbearable longing.

No, none of these are the most important.

Xingjian himself knew very well what was the most important thing.

That is--

"...What do I think of Futaba?"

Is this really just the idea of ​​being a close friend?

He placed his hand lightly on his chest, feeling a little distracted, and tried to listen to his inner voice by sensing his own heartbeat.

Unfortunately, the voice is still a little muddy and unclear now.

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Why are eight and nine also blocked words???

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 5: Rewriting Destiny (Part 3)

Xing Jianqing has never fallen in love.

Even during adolescence, a period when it is easy to develop a vague affection for the opposite sex, he at most had a crush on a girl who was out of his reach or even had little connection with her, and he didn't even have the desire to get close to her.

And he had always imagined that the girl he liked should be a type with a completely opposite personality to his own.

He is not very outstanding, but he is occasionally attracted by girls who are the center of attention.

He is not very outgoing and is the type who will open up only after getting familiar with someone, so he prefers straightforward girls who can take the initiative to break social distance to conquer the city.

If I have to have a specific idea, it should be the kind of girl who will smile sweetly, unconsciously get closer to you and want to rely on you, and who is lively, cheerful and popular with a certain canine flavor.

No matter how you look at it, Futaba doesn't meet his standards for a partner.

She is gloomy and doesn't like to act like a spoiled brat. Rather than relying on others, it's more like she's often relied on. She is rational and restrained... In addition, she is very sensitive but not straightforward at all. You always have to hint at her thoughts to understand her. She is definitely a dull person.

There's nothing wrong with being friends, but if it comes to lovers... Hoshimi probably wouldn't have considered Futaba from the beginning.

Whether from a rational or emotional point of view, it seems that I have no reason to fall in love with her.

What's more, they have always been friends before, and they agreed to be friends for life.

Is it also a betrayal to arbitrarily dye the originally pure and clean feelings with another strong color?

Xingjian gradually began to understand why Futaba looked so painful when she confided in him after ten years.

"She must feel like she's betrayed our relationship."

That night, Xing Jian couldn't fall asleep. Putting aside the fact that he wasn't naturally able to fall asleep in unfamiliar surroundings, all these small and big things were enough to upset him.

In any case, let’s put the rest of the matter aside for later.

He lay in bed with his eyes closed until the early morning but couldn't fall asleep. When his consciousness gradually became hazy and he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by a sudden click.

The door was opened, and a gray-haired woman with dark circles under her eyes stood in front of the door in loose pajamas, quietly looking at Xingjian who was rubbing his eyes in confusion.

"It seems that this is not a dream. You are still here at dawn."

"Well………"

The black-haired boy, who had basically not slept all night, sat up from the mat and looked at Futaba, whose expression was indifferent and calm - as if the person who was emotionally excited and a little hysterical last night was not the same person as her, as if nothing had happened.

Although her tone was still full of regret, as if she had caught a dream that she had never had.

"Okay, get up. It's breakfast time, and I prepared something for you."

After saying this, Futaba turned her head away decisively, giving Hoshimi time to wake up and letting him catch up.

The black-haired boy shook his head, woke himself up from his half-sleep state, and forced himself to cheer up. He immediately stood up from the bed, put on his clothes, and followed Futaba down to the second floor.

Even when they were the same age, Futaba was more often in the driver's seat when they were together, but once there was an age gap, the feeling of being guided by Futaba became even stronger.

To put it simply, I inexplicably feel like I have become a younger brother who needs care in front of her. This feeling is really weird.

"By the way, Futaba, you've actually started making breakfast too."

In order to prevent the awkward silence from continuing to spread, Xingjian chose to use some daily topics to ease the atmosphere.

"I don't mean to offend you, but in my memory, you always bought breakfast from the school canteen. I've never heard you say you would make breakfast at home..."

"…If you want to avoid starving to death or sending money to the convenience store, learning to make breakfast is the most economical skill option for adults."

The gray-haired woman who had been leading the way and had never turned around to look at Xingjian finally turned her head subtly and met his gaze.

"Besides, I've been out of high school for almost ten years now. There's no such thing as a cafeteria commissary for me anymore."

“…Well, that’s true.”

Oops, I had unknowingly treated her as the Futaba I was familiar with.

Xingjian rolled her eyes and quickly thought of how to explain her abruptness and rudeness - after all, looking at Futaba's expression, she was a little unhappy.

"I'm sorry, I just took it for granted... I didn't consider that you, Futaba, must have changed over the years. I just... wanted to talk to you."

"…………"

Futaba said nothing, but just stared at him for a long moment before turning around and leading the way again.

"I'm not so heartless as to treat you like a complete stranger... After all, your face is exactly the same as the guy lying in the cemetery right now."

Even though they are the same person, Futaba chose to separate herself into two different individuals to make herself less entangled... right?

"It really saves both effort and worry."

Xingjian smiled bitterly in his heart, then followed her footsteps and came to the kitchen of Futaba's house on the first floor.

Hoshimi had always found it difficult to associate Futaba with the word cooking - now it seems that his inherent perception was not deceiving him.

Even though she is already in her twenties, Ms. Futaba still doesn't seem to be very good at cooking. For breakfast, she just takes out a box of milk and a sealed bread from the refrigerator and hastily makes a meal.

Hoshimi secretly had some expectations that Futaba would arrange breakfast for her, but what she called "preparing some for you" was really just an extra glass of milk and two pieces of bread.

"I know you're quite particular about food, but don't assume I'm the same way. I just need to maintain a normal daily intake of energy and carbohydrates."

Futaba, who could see a hint of disappointment on Hoshimi's face as if to say "that's all", chewed the bread indifferently.

"Well...Futaba, do you eat like this every night?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you tired of it?"

"I don't feel anything."

Having said this, she slowly swallowed the bread in her mouth and raised her lips inadvertently, with a hint of self-deprecation.

"If you want to change my eating habits, then go ahead and try—but I don't even expect you to stay long enough to completely change my eating habits."

Oh my, although this guy's personality hasn't changed much, he's become more and more proficient in self-mockery.

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It is true that Shuke's blocking system can form a word with three words that are not together and then block them together. It is speechless orz

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 5: Rewriting Destiny (Part 4)

"........."

Feeling that it was obvious that she had no chance of gaining the upper hand in front of the adult Futaba, Hoshimi took a bite of bread with a slightly subtle expression.

Yabai, to some extent, the bad aspects of Futaba have been gradually magnified and become even worse over time.