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

The boy looked up, smiled gently, and nodded at the gray-haired woman.

"It's just that I've always thought Futaba was super cool when she explained scientific knowledge and physical principles. It's not boring at all."

"—"

Another straight shot.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and do what you need to do, and stop saying such impossible things."

She staggered back a few steps, then deliberately raised her hands to cover her face while coughing softly.

"If you can change the future, you can also change my current situation—wait until you can actually do it."

After she said this, she hurried out of the study.

Xingjian looked at her back deeply, and then clenched the reagent in his hand.

"........."

Futaba walked out of the room but didn't actually go far. She didn't say anything, but just leaned quietly against the door.

Half an hour passed.

It seemed that Xingjian's voice could no longer be heard in the study.

"........."

She lowered her head—looking at the other bottle of transparent reagent that she had previously put in her pocket.

His eyes were a little absent-minded.

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 6 Goodbye, Not Goodbye (Part 2)

The clear solution was sweet. I wondered if the considerate pharmacist had added some sugar to make it easier for patients to take. Anyway, it wasn't that unpalatable, to Xingjian's surprise.

After taking a small sip, Xingjian looked at the liquid that he had almost drunk half of, and after much hesitation, he decided not to finish it.

"If it's going to be of any use later, it might not be wise to use it up here now."

With this thought in mind, he recorked the test tube and put it in his jacket pocket, then lay down on the floor and closed his eyes.

Consciousness gradually began to blur.

The familiar buzzing sound of the brain began to echo in the head, and the originally clear senses gradually began to be pulled repeatedly by a strange force, as if the soul was about to be pushed out of the body.

But for Hoshimi, it was actually a familiar touch - he had a similar feeling every time he time traveled.

To describe it simply, Xingjian's current feeling is somewhat similar to sleep paralysis.

My consciousness was between half asleep and half awake, my body's senses were still very sensitive, but I still couldn't move.

"…………!"

When he finally regained control of his limbs and suddenly sat up from the surface he was lying on—

The dazzling sunlight made him squint slightly, and it took the boy a while to adjust his eyes to the bright light.

“Huh…?”

It's daytime again.

And it's an open space in the park.

The place where he woke up this time was exactly the same as the place where Xingjian traveled to ten years later - even the buildings on the street had not changed much.

"...Is it a failure?"

This was the first thought that came to my mind.

Xingjian shook his head. In order to confirm his current environment, he stood up from the bench, walked out of the park, and began to explore his surroundings.

By the way, why is the spawn point always on a park bench? This spawn point is too shabby.

Fortunately, as soon as he walked out of the park, he saw the residential area that Xingjian was familiar with - how come this place still looked so familiar to him.

It's not similar to what it was ten years ago, but it's very similar to the building complex ten years later that he traveled to the day before.

“…What’s going on?”

And there seemed to be some subtle differences.

The boy put on his glasses as he walked forward - this pair of glasses has almost become his reassurance during his time travel. As long as they are on the bridge of his nose, they will give people a sense of security.

——Something is wrong.

He slowly realized that he was still in the time and space ten years later.

But this time and space... seemed a little different from the time and space he had visited before. But he couldn't really tell what the difference was.

Although this is the residential area where I lived during my student days, there are actually many nice small villas around it.

Xingjian even thought that it would be nice to live around here after graduation and starting a job - at least it would be much better not to live in that simple student dormitory.

There seemed to be a special feeling in the dark, pulling the cautious boy forward and shuttling back and forth in the residential area.

He looked around as he walked, and finally paused when his eyes swept across the small villa on the right.

The name on the door of the villa is "Xingjian".

"...?"

The boy was stunned for a while, and then came to his senses when he heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock. He took a step back and hid aside.

But he still raised his head slightly, exposing his eyes to observe the man walking out of the house.

“————?”

He almost couldn't keep his balance and stumbled slightly.

The reason was that the short-haired black man dressed in a suit and dressed like an office worker who walked out of his door was too familiar to him - no, the word familiar might not even be accurate.

His eyebrows and face, the temperament exuded by his words and deeds, and those seemingly insignificant micro-movements——

“…Isn’t that me? My future self?”

Looking at the back of the man walking away with the briefcase, Xingjian quickly came to this conclusion.

"What's going on? Shouldn't I have died ten years later...?"

Could it be that the time and space he traveled to this time was "where he survived ten years ago and continued to be safe and sound ten years later"... ?

"Hey, hey, hey, this doesn't seem right."

He hadn't done anything yet, so how did he suddenly come to an unfamiliar future?

It feels really bad when things develop beyond your control - especially when these continuous accidents are always beyond Xingjian's control.

If I am living well in this time and space, is there no need to change the future?

Futaba also seemed to have said that Hoshimi had simply used the ability to travel through time and space to come to a branch of time and space among many possible futures - it didn't mean that that was necessarily the place he had to go.

In other words, "death" is not something he has to go through.

“In that case…”

Xingjian watched the man's back as he was about to walk out of her sight. After hesitating for a long time, she finally followed him.

He didn't have any great tracking skills, but he could still reduce suspicion by following the man in the suit at a distance while lowering his head and pretending to be playing with his phone.

If this person is really me, then even after ten years, I will probably still keep in touch with my family and old friends.

If we follow this person, the possibility of confirming everyone's status ten years from now will be higher.

As for Futaba...

"I don't know what Futaba is like in this time and space..."

Well, it is true that what he is more concerned about at the moment is Futaba's condition.

In the time and space ten years after his death, Futaba lived in a daze and became even darker and more withdrawn. No matter how you think about it, it makes people feel uneasy.

But if it was this future where I was still alive, things would probably be different.

"Her condition will probably get better."

At least he wouldn't stay at home all day doing some fantastic experiments, or become superstitious in order to bring the dead back to life... Tsk, it seems like he's being a little overly concerned.

No matter what, if he could confirm that the guy was fine, Xingjian would finally be able to put down the worry in his heart.

However, the development of facts obviously went against Xingjian's wishes again.

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 6 Goodbye, Not Goodbye (Part 3)

Ten years later, Xing Jianqing's day can be described as a typical day for a social animal office worker.

Ever since Xingjian had followed his future self to various locations, he had been diligently working—

jobs.

No matter how you look at it, he's just an ordinary office worker with no partner and no friends.

You can probably imagine yourself in the future working from 6 am to 9 pm, observing your boss's words and expressions every day, and revising project plans at any time according to the client's wishes.

How should I put it? Just thinking about it makes me depressed.

In the future, he was busy all day, from going to work to buying lunch at the convenience store after get off work, and doing spreadsheets in a coffee shop in the afternoon - all of which seemed to be actions that were very consistent with the schedule of an office worker.

But there was no contact with friends or family, not even a phone call.

It’s as if this group of friends doesn’t exist around Xingjian in the future.

You know, back in my school days, whenever I had a free moment, I'd pull out my phone and play games, chatting with Eriri, who always bothered me, or Futaba, who always bothered me. I'd get texts from Hayasaka Ai when I got home, and even on holidays, when I went to dungeon xx14 with Eriri, I'd call Kato Megumi along.

“…What’s going on?”

But now, ten years later, I am working on a project in a coffee shop. When I am slacking off, I would rather be in a daze than open my phone to chat and surf the Internet in the group chat.

Could it be that something happened in the past ten years that caused their friendship to break down?

"No, no... that doesn't mean you won't even contact a single friend."

It would be better to say that there is a more reasonable guess.

“…This isn’t good.”

Although the idea that popped into his mind could explain everything at the moment, Xingjian didn't want to choose to believe this hypothesis.

Oh, right, Futaba.

Once you find Futaba, you should know what happened.

Sure enough, when it comes to a life-saving straw, the first thing that flashes through my mind is the girl's face - mixed with her appearance ten years later.

Suppose that the space-time that Xingjian traveled to ten years later is defined as space-time A, and the space-time he is in now is defined as space-time B.

Although the self in time and space A is dead, the home address of Futaba in time and space A remains unchanged, so Futaba in time and space B may still be living at the original address.

At least by confirming her situation, we can know what the interpersonal relationships of Xing Jianqing in this world are like.

Having made up his mind, Hoshimi adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and then walked away in the direction of Futaba's home address in his memory.

He also had to be especially careful not to reveal his identity in this world - after all, Xing Jianqing in this time and space was still alive and well.

Well, in terms of convenience, it would be more convenient for him to move around in the world where his own self had died ten years later.

Of course Xingjian would never say such words.

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It took him about two or three hours, stopping and walking along the way, to walk from the residential area to the city where Futaba's family lived.

This time, he was unlucky and couldn't find a bicycle or other means of transportation along the way. Tsk, for a law-abiding person, this was clearly the only opportunity to break the law—the mere thought of wielding power in a time and space that didn't belong to him was full of temptation.

Well, that's just a thought.

"Huh... this is it."

The black-haired boy, his legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead and extremely sore, stood at the door of a villa under the scorching sun, wiping away the beads of sweat that kept seeping from his forehead with a tired expression.

According to the time he personally experienced, he had been carrying out such an overloaded action of time travel in the past two days. After arriving at a certain time and space, he would start a long walk without stopping - it can be said that his physical strength was actually overdrawn.

Although I rested for a night at Futaba's house, it was only a temporary solution to the problem of drinking poison to quench thirst.

Speaking of the Futaba family——

“…?”

The exterior of the Futaba family villa that now appeared before him seemed to have something wrong.