Daily life in Zongman

Watch carefully again.

Futaba also cooperated and turned around in front of him, her wooden clogs making a clattering sound on the ground. When facing away from him, he noticed that her naturally fluffy gray hair was combed into a single ponytail, which fell down her back and revealed a little bit of her neck, which was as white as jade.

"It looks good, but I feel like Futaba's outfit is a bit erotic today."

Futaba blinked her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. With a ponytail, she looked more charming and had more micro-expressions.

"Do you want to hear my arrogant words, or do you want to hear my true feelings~"

"What would a tsundere say?"

Futaba regained her cool expression and spoke in a flat tone, "It's clearly a traditional yukata for a fireworks display, yet it makes you think of something erotic. You're truly a pig-headed Fujiwara in his puberty, your mind always filled with obscenities. Alas, the thought of you getting turned on by being scolded is awful. Could you please stay away from me?"

"So what's the truth?"

Futaba no longer maintained a cold expression, but regained a hint of joy, and her tone also returned to the excitement of the meeting: "I have been looking forward to it, wearing traditional clothes and watching the fireworks display with you~ After all, the things that are likely to happen at the fireworks display always make people full of reverie~"

She spoke without reservation: "When I left the house, I kept thinking, it would be great if I could get compliments and likes when I meet people. Along the way, I kept thinking about this scene, full of anticipation and joy."

Futaba opened her arms and showed off her complete outfit: "Today's outfit is specially worn for you to see. The eroticism is intentional. I paired it with gold-rimmed glasses just to make you like it more~"

Listening to the straightforward but intellectually in stark contrast to the lovely girl in front of him, his mood became cheerful, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go, Futaba, let's go watch the fireworks together."

Futaba responded softly and followed him. Their wooden clogs made a brisk clacking sound as they walked towards the beach. This fireworks display was held at the beach. Fireworks would rise from ships in the sea while tourists watched from the beach.

Many small stalls have already been set up along the roadside. The most common ones are takoyaki, goldfish scooping, and balloon shooting stalls. There are also vendors selling masks, round fans, bracelets, and other items. Among the people coming and going, you can often see someone holding a box of sizzling takoyaki, the aroma of the kofana fish sprinkled on it wafting into the air with the heat.

Looking at Futaba beside him: "What do you want to eat?"

"Marshmallow."

I walked to a cotton candy stall and ordered a portion from the vendor. I watched him put sugar into the small bowl at the center of the machine. As the machine started, the small bowl in the center spun rapidly, and began to throw out strands of sugar like cotton wool.

At this time, use a bamboo stick and rotate it in the opposite direction around the small bowl to wrap the strands of sugar on the bamboo stick. Wait until it continues to expand and the soft and slightly sweet marshmallow is ready.

If the sugar you add is pink, the result will be pink marshmallows. If the sugar you add is blue, the result will be blue marshmallows. The taste is the same, only the color is different.

He handed the marshmallow to Futaba and the two continued walking towards the beach.

The sun was gradually setting, still with a hint of residual warmth, and the wind that occasionally blew on the body was also warm.

I bought two round fans and two bowls of shaved ice on the roadside. After making sure there was still enough time, I took Futaba to the balloon shooting stall again.

It's been a long time since I last played with guns. Even though they weren't real, it was still fun. Ordinary toy guns can also bring a lot of fun, especially when you can get prizes by popping all the balloons.

The shooting stall owner took away his first prize with his excited and loud announcement, and then more tourists gathered around, ready to try their luck with a few shots.

"Marshmallow, want a bite?"

"Let me have a taste."

Looking at the marshmallow that Futaba placed next to her mouth, she lowered her head and took a bite. The cotton-like object quickly melted into water as it entered her mouth, truly melting in her mouth. With a slightly sweet taste, it tasted very good.

“It’s quite delicious.”

"Want to buy another one?"

"That's not necessary. I think yours tastes great. I took one for myself and got tired of it about halfway through."

"Then have another bite?"

"Let me have a taste."

The two of them were walking on the road, each eating a marshmallow in one bite.

"Speaking of which, what did Futaba do during summer vacation?"

"I read books, newspapers, and watch TV in my spare time."

“It feels very bland.”

"I find reading very interesting, especially when I learn something new. It gives me a sense of satisfaction. Fujiwara, what do you do during your summer vacation when you're not here at night?"

"Playing games, watching new anime, and working part-time. Ah, working part-time here means doing things away from home. Occasionally, I go to that Amagi Glorious Amusement Park I told you about before, but most of the time, I'm busy with the welfare home with my good friend Ogihara Issa."

"Do you need help?"

"No, in fact, both of these matters are within the scope of letting go, but I still can't let go of them and want to take care of them again."

"It seems like Fujiwara is always getting into all kinds of trouble."

"That's not the case. In fact, most of the things I asked you were things I asked myself."

Strolling and chatting with Futaba, they walked from one end of the street to the other, finishing their snacks and arriving just outside the fireworks viewing area. They walked through a dedicated passageway and directly to the dock, where they boarded a waiting catamaran. They would later depart for the sea, where their experienced captain would position the yacht in the perfect spot for viewing the fireworks.

Tickets for famous fireworks displays are very difficult to buy. At the scene where you can watch the fireworks, there are seats with a fee and seats without a fee.

Seats with premium food offer the best views, and once inside, they're further divided into premium seats and VIP seats. However, fireworks festival organizers, driven by profit, often seat only 6-8 people per table, even if there are tables with prepared food.

Free seats refer to the area where tourists who failed to get tickets for the fireworks display cannot enter and can only watch from the surrounding area. Generally, tourists bring a mat, sit on the lawn, eat takoyaki and other delicacies, and watch the fireworks display not far away.

Last year, Fujiwara Haru watched most of the fireworks from the free zone, but this year, it was completely different. He was in the best spot. The ticket sent by the Snow Woman family was neither a special seat nor a VIP seat; it was not available for sale to the public.

The sun fell into the sea and shattered into stars and the moon.

The catamaran sailed into the designated sea position and stopped. The waiters brought the Kaiseki cuisine, and the partition rose, blocking the view of the distant shore.

"This is my first time watching a fireworks display like this."

Futaba Rio was a little surprised. She came from a wealthy family, but she rarely enjoyed anything.

The marriage of my parents is full of interests, and it is difficult for them to have any family affection or enjoy the benefits brought by a superior family background.

"This is the first time I've seen it this way, but I'll probably see it this way often in the future."

With a touch of curiosity, I looked around and found that the waiter was neither too far nor too close, at a distance where I could only see gestures but not hear their words. As I savored the food, I noticed a bell button on the table, presumably for calling the waiter. So, I cast a single-sided soundproofing spell, covering the area where the two of them were.

"If we had known there was kaiseki cuisine, we should have eaten less just now."

"I can eat them all, just give me the leftovers from Futaba."

"It's the big eater Fujiwara."

"I just don't want to waste it, but this food is delicious."

On the tranquil sea, the two waited for the fireworks to rise. The sea breeze was not strong tonight, and the wind was blocked by the partitions, so it would not blow directly on them. The moonlight was also very bright, and there were few clouds in the sky.

huh~

The fireworks exploded as a crimson ball of light rose high into the sky, signaling the start of the event and drawing people's attention to the night sky.

Following closely behind were several streaks of fire, which rushed into the sky together, and gorgeous patterns appeared along with the sound of explosions. They were flowers blooming in the night sky.

The stars and flowers dance together, painting a dreamlike scene in the world.

He took out the Polaroid camera from his bag and captured the lovely person in front of him and the fireworks in the photo.

Write the time and the name of the photo: flowers.

The girl in the photo heard the sound of the camera and looked over. Her face was slightly red, but she did not protest against the candid photography. She looked at the starry sky again and at the blooming fireworks.

This time, the fireworks display lasted for a long time until the finale, which drew silver willow trees in the sky and brought it to a perfect end.

The moonlight is beautiful, the fireworks are beautiful, and the girl sitting opposite is also very beautiful.

Everything was beautiful and the atmosphere was just right. I took out the gift box that had been prepared long ago and opened it.

"Futaba, hand."

Futaba Rio looked at the bracelet in the gift box and stretched out her hand.

He tied the bracelet around her wrist and said, "Don't take it off unless necessary. It provides some protection. Next time, I'll try making a pair of glasses that will be more suitable for you to wear long-term."

"Ah."

Futaba Rio's response was a little short and revealed a hint of nervousness.

She withdrew her hand, lowered her head to look at the bracelet, and stroked it gently, not daring to look up for a long time.

"Futaba."

When she looked up again, her words were clear and direct: "Futaba, I like you."

Futaba Rio, who had been trying to remain calm, did not reply with "hmm" this time. She pursed her lips, was stunned for a moment, and a glimmer flashed in her eyes.

"Me too... I like it..."

With the release of the emotions that had been buried in her heart for many years, Futaba Rio's emotions were no longer suppressed. Her voice was slightly tearful, and she cried out in a cathartic voice: "I like you... I like you!"

Then, Futaba Ryouko, who was overjoyed, became blurred and tears flowed down her cheeks.

He walked over to her and held her in his arms.

After lying in his arms, Futaba Rio no longer concealed her crying. Her sobs revealed a hint of grievance, but also a sense of relief and joy after satisfaction.

Today's fireworks display was a great experience.

"I've been waiting for a long time~ Waiting for those words just now, waiting for a long, long time~"

Futaba's mood was very excited, and her voice became more and more high-pitched: "I want to listen more!"

"Futaba, I like you."

"Yeah! I like you too!"

Futaba's steps also became excited. At this moment, she had completely lost her usual cold and elegant look, and was just a young girl in love.

After sending Shuangye to her home, when she was about to go back, she found that her hand was still being held by her. When she looked over, she suddenly jumped into her arms.

Futaba tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Hey~ stupid pig head~ Do you want to see what I'm wearing under my yukata~ Anyway, I'm your girlfriend now, you can do whatever you want~"

The words were full of seduction: "Well, am I being too harsh in scolding you like this? But if I call you a boar, then what am I?"

"If scolding you like this isn't enough~"

"Baka! Hentai! No Road Sai!"

With a teasing smile, she spoke the words she learned on the Internet, and in a tone full of seduction, she whispered in my ear: "A male dog who only knows how to be in heat every day, a scumbag~ idiot~ big pervert, don't you dare to come back to the house with me~"

"I've prepared a water bed~ You can play with water on it~"

"For example~shhh~shhh~shh~"

The veins on her forehead are popping out. How could such an intellectual and beautiful girl turn into a female devil? She must be taught a lesson!

The next morning, she let the real girl continue to sleep, and cooked red bean rice for Futaba, feeling happy and refreshed.

Recalling last night's events, there wasn't much worth mentioning, but there was one thing I needed to keep in mind. Next time Futaba's mind went blank, she could call her Rio. Doing so for a while would probably form a new reflex.

A new way to play with Futaba, Get!

Chapter 335 Summer, Fireworks, Starry Sky, Tonight’s Moonlight is So Beautiful (Part )

"Futaba goes to the lab every day, don't you want to take a break?"

"Fujiwara plays games every day, doesn't he get bored?"

After dinner, Futaba Rio was sitting on the sofa watching TV, which was playing a nature documentary about South America.

Hearing her question, I replied: "How can I get tired of playing games? It's so fun and interesting."

"Just like you can have fun playing games, I also get joy from doing experiments. These things are not tasks or work for me, but learning new knowledge, understanding the unknown, and satisfying my curiosity."

"I see."

Thinking back to the reading hobby that the other Futaba mentioned during the chat, it seems that Futaba prefers to do experiments, but she should also like reading. She used to often read on the sofa.

He nodded in understanding, then extended an invitation: "There's a fireworks display the day after tomorrow, Futaba, do you want to go see it together?"

Futaba, with her hair loose, looked over and said calmly, "Have you been there with the other me?"

"Been there."

Her words were generally bland: "Since you've already been there with me, there's no need to go again. Wasting time on such troublesome things is tantamount to wasting your life."

got rejected.

This was something Fujiwara Haru hadn't expected. She had thought the invitation would go smoothly, after all, she had said before that she would do the same thing to the two of them, and no matter how extreme the matter was, Futaba had never refused. But now, facing the invitation to the fireworks festival, she didn't accept it, and it didn't seem like she was being tsundere.

Just based on my feeling, I vaguely felt that she looked a little unhappy.

I've been there with another Futaba... so I don't need to go again...

Is this, jealousy of another self?

Fujiwara Haru couldn't tell; he had very few experiences like this. Sister Fuyu only needed to satisfy her once every two days, and Glass never got jealous. And Sister PA became very obedient as long as she wore the Collar. Futaba had never experienced this before, but this time, facing her other self, she rarely felt bothered by it.