Daily life in Zongman

"Someone's coming downstairs."

Look at Futaba.

"Don't go down, and don't try to sense it, please... Just stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning, Fujiwara, when you go for morning exercise, you'll know the reason."

"Why can't you just tell me directly?"

"..."

Futaba was silent for a while, lowered her head: "Sorry..."

"Don't be so depressed. Everyone has secrets, right? I promise you, I won't go down there tonight, nor will I try to sense what's down there."

"Thanks……"

"I remembered something. Generally speaking, showing your breasts when apologizing is common sense, right?"

"Ah... idiot, you're changing the subject like that. It's hard to tell if you're being gentle or just taking the opportunity to get some benefits."

"They are taking this opportunity to seek benefits."

Futaba Rio sighed helplessly, but she did feel a lot more relaxed. She hooked her index finger around the collar of her pajamas, wanting to pull it open, but paused at the last moment.

After a moment of shyness, she closed her eyes and pulled it open. However, after only a short while, she quickly asked: "Is it okay?"

I didn't look at her full and big breasts, as I had already seen them all in the bathroom. I don't know why Futaba is more shy now, but her blushing face makes her look even more delicious.

It's so cute, it makes people feel comfortable and it's more pleasant to bully it.

“Satisfied!”

Responded to her happily.

After Futaba Matsu opened her eyes, he picked her up and sat them on the headboard. Then he turned on the TV and relaxed together, preparing to kill some time before going to sleep.

Neither of them spoke again until the variety show on TV ended and commercials began.

"Futaba, what is Puberty Syndrome?"

Looking at the advertisement, I remembered the question I had been wanting to ask.

"There's a recent urban legend circulating among a small group of people. It's about teenagers between the ages of 12 and 18 experiencing mysterious events. For example, they can hear other people's thoughts, foresee their future, or even swap bodies with someone else."

Futaba said calmly, "Or rather, one person became two. In short, it's just an urban legend, and the name was chosen to appeal to the target audience, directly calling it adolescent syndrome, which will attract high school students who have nothing better to do but like to talk about urban legends."

"Ah, it does sound full of magic, not ordinary at all. But compared to what we experienced when we directly traveled to another world, it seems quite normal."

Futaba Rio didn't say anything else and lay quietly in his arms. She had been in this position just now, neither struggling nor leaving.

I looked at the time: "It's past ten o'clock. Go to bed. We have to go to school tomorrow."

"Ah."

They went to the bathroom together. Amid the continued sounds, he waited for Futaba to come out before going back in to clean himself up.

After turning off the lights, Futaba Rio placed the glasses she had just put on again after taking a shower on the bedside table.

In a plain yet warm atmosphere, they lay on the bed together.

After a while, I could feel Futaba next to me, slowly moving to my side, and then hugging her arms.

That was something she would never do on her own initiative before, but now she felt it was novel and also very comfortable.

He turned sideways and held her in his arms.

"Fujiwara."

"What's wrong."

He closed his eyes and gently stroked her back.

"After you go downstairs tomorrow, don't sense the second floor."

"I don't understand."

"You'll understand tomorrow."

"I hate the Riddler."

"Hey~ So~"

Futaba Rio tilted her head up, leaned forward, and kissed the boy lightly on the side of his face.

"Good night~"

The voice is not dull, but it contains the girl's contentment.

"Good night."

The moon and numerous stars hung in the sky, gazing at the city as bright as the Milky Way, until the lights of the city went out, and then they disappeared.

Early in the morning, after carefully moving the two leaves out of his arms, he got up, washed, walked down the stairs to the first floor, and prepared to go out for a morning run.

When I passed by the living room, I noticed a gray shadow on the sofa, with slight undulations and a familiar feeling.

Turn around and look carefully.

It was Rio Futaba in a white coat.

At this time, she was lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, so she would not catch a cold in the summer.

Everything is working fine except for one small problem.

Wasn't she in the bedroom on the second floor just now?

Chapter 323 The attack of the emotional little witch.

It was already around seven o'clock, and it was already bright outside. The light came through the windows, making the room bright.

He stopped thinking about his morning exercise and walked to the sofa, carefully observing the girl lying on it.

Long gray hair that reaches her waist, a delicate and emotionless face, a height of about 1.63 meters with a slender body, and the fruits growing on the thin branches.

It was indeed Futaba, in terms of appearance, smell, and the soul fluctuations that could be sensed.

Poke the cheeks, they are soft and elastic, pinch the nose, and the lips open up, and the touch feels just as good as before.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm confirming if Futaba is Futaba."

"Hey~"

He sighed softly: "Have you reached this point of stupidity? However, I can confirm at a glance that you are the idiot Fujiwara through your foolish actions."

"Now it can be confirmed that you are Futaba."

Futaba sat up and put on the glasses on the table. She looked out the window and then at the wall to confirm the time: "It's early morning now. Normally, you would be waiting at the street corner to go to school together, not at my house. So it seems that Fujiwara must have met another Futaba, and you spent the night with her on the second floor last night."

If you don't understand, ask: "What does the other double leaf mean?"

"Literally, there is another Futaba Rio in this world. If you met Futaba Rio before, it was the other Futaba, not me."

"So Futaba are twins?"

"They're not twins. Since yesterday, there have been two Futaba in this world. They are the same person."

"Clone?"

"It's not like a clone. I can't control her, nor can I know what she's thinking."

"Then what's going on?"

"..."

Futaba was silent for a while, then stood up and walked towards the sink: "I'll wash up and explain it to you later."

He sat on the side of the sofa, waiting, watching Futaba clean up and come back to his side again, looking neater and prettier.

Rio Futaba in front of me combed her hair and let it fall naturally behind her. The wavy hair ends gave her an elegant texture.

"Let's continue with the previous topic, about why I became like this."

Listen quietly.

"This incident requires some prior knowledge. In quantum mechanics, there's a phenomenon called quantum entanglement. This is a miraculous phenomenon where two particles separated by a great distance instantly share information without the need for any medium."

"The current situation is like having a blueprint of my constituent information. Suppose that quantum entanglement is used to instantly move my information to a distant place. If someone were to observe my constituent information at this time, they would think it was Futaba Rio."

"Generally speaking, no matter which information that constitutes Futaba Rio is observed, it is my memory and consciousness. At most, I will be surprised why I suddenly teleported."

"But yesterday morning, I observed another me. Although I didn't see it directly, I heard a voice and felt the other self. I observed myself from the side. For some reason, the two consciousnesses existed at the same time. This is the current situation."

"After yesterday, there are two Futaba Rios in the world."

Oh, I understand. I understand the last sentence.

Fujiwara Haru recalled seeing Futaba Rio flipping through a book on quantum mechanics in the apocalyptic world. He'd challenged himself to read it, and it had given him a profound understanding of the concept of overestimating one's own abilities: Don't teach yourself quantum mechanics.

He shook his head and didn't dwell on it too much. After all, having two Futaba was not a big deal.

I was still a little curious and asked: "Why did it become like this?"

Futaba was silent for a moment and looked out the window: "I don't know."

This was a very rare answer. In the past, whenever she asked Futaba questions, she would always get some answers. Even if Futaba didn't know, she would give some suggestions instead of just saying "I don't know."

There must be some hidden secret in this, but Futaba in front of him is unwilling to say it out.

Everyone has their own secrets, and maintaining a proper distance is the basis of harmonious relationships, so I didn't ask any further questions.

Instead, he simply complained: "Futaba is so calm. This is a somewhat miraculous event after all."

"It's not as magical as traveling through the world, is it?"

"That's true."

"Does Fujiwara have any other questions? If not, I'm going to the lab."

"There are a few more, but they're all minor issues. For example, where is Futaba going to eat breakfast? Does she have any money on her? Why doesn't she sleep upstairs? And if I remember correctly, Futaba's cell phone should be in her hands on the second floor. How can I contact you if she doesn't have a cell phone?"

The Futaba in front of him was silent for a moment, then only answered two questions: "I still have some cash, so I can just buy some bread for breakfast. As for why I didn't go upstairs, I figured it would be best if I didn't directly observe the other Futaba, and it would also be best if one person didn't observe both Futaba at the same time."

"I see. Another Futaba also told me not to sense the first floor when I'm on the second floor, and not to sense the second floor when I'm on the first floor."

Nodding, he confirmed that the Futaba in front of him was also having some troubles in life because there were two Futaba, so he said: "Futaba, please stay at my house for the time being. I will tell you in advance when I bring the other Futaba home."

"Don't worry, idiot Fujiwara. I go to the lab every day, and my actions are completely different from the other Futaba's. There won't be any problems."

Looking at Futaba trying to remain calm in front of him, he found her awkward look of "I really want to go, but I'm too embarrassed to agree directly" amusing. She wasn't as frank as Futaba on the second floor, but that was precisely why she was full of fun to tease.

But let’s not tease them for now. Let’s deal with the current situation so that the two Futaba don’t meet.

Fujiwara Haru is not worried about the current situation of having two Futaba. Instead, he thinks that if there really are two Futaba, it would be pretty good and he wants both.

But it was obvious that Futaba herself was somewhat concerned about the fact that there were two of her, and they had considered returning to normal in their hearts. It was also for this reason that the Futaba upstairs had warned last night not to perceive the first and second floors at the same time. Now the Futaba in front of her avoided the other Futaba and did not directly observe the other Futaba.

"Actually, I also want to sleep with Futaba. Now that I have this opportunity, I asked Futaba if she could come directly to my house."

"Ms. Yukino is no longer able to satisfy Pig-headed Fujiwara's desires, or is Pig-headed Fujiwara even more shameless, wanting to hug women left and right."

"Sister Shendong doesn't sleep with me every night. It would definitely be comfortable if I could hold Futaba and sleep together at this time."

"I can't call you shameless Fujiwara anymore, I should call you perverted Fujiwara. Don't you think your words just now were very perverted?"

"I always feel that Futaba has become more venomous."

"I just prefer to tell the truth."

"So, is that okay?"

"I'm going to the lab."

"Then I'll buy the phone later and come over to have dinner with you in the evening. Dinner will be around six o'clock."

Futaba Rio did not respond to this. She simply packed up and went to the laboratory, but her pace became much lighter unconsciously.

After watching the scattered leaves leave, I opened the map to confirm that the purple star gate had also left.

The adolescent syndrome of unlimited duration seems to be referring to Futaba.

I didn't run far, just a morning jog around the house to warm up my body and then returned to the second floor.

Futaba was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom. The sound insulation between upstairs and downstairs was very good, so she had no idea what was happening downstairs.

Poke the face, it is soft and elastic, pinch the nose, and the lips will open, and the touch is the same as before.