Daily life in Zongman

Although I'm not quite sure why, I'll still give you a sincere invitation.

"Futaba, I want to go to the fireworks festival with you. Can we go together the day after tomorrow?"

Futaba Rio turned her head to look at the TV and stopped looking at her. Her voice was flat: "Why should I accompany you to waste time watching the fireworks display? It's not something interesting."

"I want to waste time with you."

"..."

She was silent for a moment, then muttered, "What a troublesome idiot Fujiwara! What time is it the day after tomorrow?"

"The fireworks display will be at 5pm by the river. I've booked the best spot on the hotel rooftop so we can enjoy the fireworks while having dinner."

Futaba said calmly, "What do you want to see?"

"Ok?"

He didn't realize what she was asking.

"I said, clothes, if you don't want to see it, I'll just wear what I'm wearing today."

Today, Futaba is wearing a casual dress, which looks good, but it would not be suitable if she wears it to a fireworks display.

"How about a yukata? Traditional clothing for a fireworks festival would also be nice."

"A yukata doesn't suit me."

"I want to see Futaba wearing it."

"Ha... Please, don't bother me anymore."

"Wait a minute, I have another question that I would like to ask Futaba to help answer."

Futaba, who had just said not to disturb her, stopped watching TV and turned around: "What's up?"

"I'm currently building a second welfare home and came across..."

He pulled Futaba to chat for a while, and even though she was occasionally criticized, she didn't ignore him. Just like in the apocalyptic world many years ago, even though she was a sharp-tongued person, her nature was always gentle.

Play games, practice, exercise in the morning, then go with Ogihara Issa to solve the problems encountered in building the second welfare home, and go home near dusk.

Time passed between work and play, and the agreed day for the fireworks display arrived.

Just like last time, Fujiwara Haru was waiting alone on the street again, but this time the person she was waiting for didn't tell her to make any preparations.

Futaba's explanation was that she was still in the lab and would arrive at the agreed time.

The weather was getting even hotter as July drew to a close. Even before sunset, the sun was still setting, and a dry, sweltering heat hung heavy in the air. The chirping of cicadas in the trees, the sounds of people on the street, and the mingling of traffic formed a corner.

Fujiwara Haru hid under the tree and was not exposed to direct sunlight. With the pendant given by Sister Shendong, she felt quite comfortable.

I arrived at the agreed location a quarter of an hour early as usual. After waiting for a few minutes, I noticed a girl walking out of the subway entrance.

The yukata, with its white background and large blue flowers, gave it an overall blue hue. A pair of large fruits rested on the demure waistband, swaying slightly as she approached. She wore simple, solid-colored wooden clogs, her gray hair simply cascading down her back. Her only accessory was a pair of glasses; nothing else.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

The girl walked over to him, didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Walked around her.

"It's really beautiful, um, and also very sexy."

The girl said lightly: "It's obviously a very traditional fireworks display yukata, but it can make you have erotic associations. You are worthy of being the pig-headed Fujiwara in adolescence, your head is always full of obscenities. Oh, it's terrible to think that you can get excited after being scolded. Also, can you stop circling around me and stay away from me."!

Looking at Futaba in front of him.

Futaba Rio was stared at and frowned slightly: "What are you looking at, idiot Fujiwara? Aren't you going to go watch the fireworks?"

"Futaba, I want to hear what's really in your heart right now."

"Now I just want to finish this fireworks display as soon as possible and then go home."

"I see. Let's play a little longer tonight then."

"Fujiwara isn't just an idiot anymore, his ears aren't working well either. I just said I want to go home as soon as possible."

"I know, I know. Futaba, let's go. Let's go to the nearby food stall street first."

"Hey……"

Futaba Rio sighed softly: "Forget it, whatever you want."

The wooden clogs made crisp sounds as they stepped on the ground. Fujiwara Haru was also wearing a yukata today, a simple light gray style. She put her hands into the cuffs, feeling that this posture was particularly comfortable.

"Marshmallows, candy apples, takoyaki, what do you want to eat, Futaba?"

Futaba Rio looked around and fixed her eyes on a stall: "Apple candy bar."

I walked to the stall, bought one and handed it over.

Then he dragged her along to play with paper nets to catch goldfish, ate squid rice, and ate half of the girl's apple. They also picked out masks together, but in the end, neither of them bought anything. Futaba's expression was always calm, but he could feel that her mood was getting happier and happier.

Those were slightly lighter steps and a wider swing of the arms.

"There's a shooting game, Futaba, let's go play for a while!"

Noticing a stall he liked in the distance, he brought Futaba to the shooting stall, waited in line for a while, and when it was his turn, he picked up the toy gun on the table.

Futaba Rio looked at the boy beside her and played with it for a while, firing a few shots and then putting it down. She wasn't good at these things, nor was she particularly interested, but she was happy just standing there watching.

She was indeed having a great time tonight.

She'd spent the entire day yesterday agonizing over her outfit, nearly making a mistake while experimenting. Last night, she'd been thinking about the fireworks display and even had trouble sleeping. No matter how she thought about it, it was all some idiot's fault. When she woke up today, she was thinking, if that idiot didn't compliment her this afternoon, she'd definitely give him a few harsh words.

She was already delighted just to be looked at all around when they met, and she was even happier after being praised.

It was just a little regretful that she hesitated for a moment before leaving the house and left the pair of gold wire glasses at home without wearing them. She actually liked the glasses very much. Every time she put them on, some idiot would stare at her, which made her feel happier.

Strolling around street stalls, tasting delicious food, and playing games together made her feel even more cheerful, and she found it difficult to hide her emotions.

The area around them was bustling with activity, yet Futaba Rio could only hear the voice of the young man beside her and notice his expression. Her heart was pounding, dopamine was gushing through her brain, her body felt light, and the corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.

No, you need to calm down. If you continue like this, you will lose your composure.

Futaba Rio took a deep breath, exhaled lightly, and said, "I'll go get some milk tea."

"Well, once I finish this round, I'll get the ultimate prize!"

Looking at the boy's focused profile, she slowly stepped back, patted her chest and left.

Arriving at the milk tea shop, I looked at the menu and thought for five or six seconds before placing my order: "A latte, normal ice, less sugar."

After a moment's hesitation, perhaps a second, she placed another order: "A glass of watermelon juice, normal ice, normal sugar."

The girl muttered in her heart, since she could afford it, she might as well buy a cup for some idiot.

After waiting for a while and getting it, Futaba Rio left the milk tea shop. Not long after she walked out the door, someone stopped her.

"Good evening, beautiful lady. I'm a talent scout from the Taoyuan Idol Store over there. This is my business card."

The word "Kimura" was printed on the gold-rimmed business card. Futaba Rio did not take the business card or pay attention to it, and walked away.

Then he was stopped again. The scout named Kimura said with a smile: "Just chat for a few words, just chat for a few words. You are here to participate in the fireworks festival, and you don't want to be pestered by me all the time, right? Just chat for a few words and I will stop pestering you. How about it? To be honest, you have a great image and an intellectual temperament."

Before he could finish his words, Futaba Rio spoke up: "Fujiwara."

"I'm here."

After Fujiwara Haru appeared, he observed for a moment, then looked at Kimura, who was much shorter than him, and hooked his shoulder: "Let's go, let's chat for a while."

Futaba Rio looked at the young man walking into the alley, pursed her lips, and stared blankly.

Joy, satisfaction and a huge sense of security filled her body and mind.

She loved this feeling, the feeling of being cared for, the feeling of being there whenever she needed him. Her rational, calm, and knowledgeable mind was a little confused at this moment, and the feeling of being filled with joy made her smile unconsciously, and she no longer hid it.

Futaba Rio looked at the sky. The clouds on the horizon were burning brightly and the moon could be seen in the sky. The scenery was just right.

She waited quietly, watching the boy walk out of the alley, and handed him the ice watermelon juice: "Here, the second one is half price, it's a bargain for you."

"Watermelon juice, yummy!"

"Do you want to go back and play shooting games?"

"No more playing, no more playing. It's almost time to go have dinner and watch the fireworks."

"I don't know what seat you reserved. Stupid Fujiwara, go ahead."

"No problem, I'll lead the way!"

The two walked on the street, one in front and the other behind, chatting occasionally as they headed towards their destination.

The girl looked at the boy walking in front of her, and the smile on her lips was no longer hidden.

The hotel we booked is the tallest building nearby. Its rooftop is designed as a courtyard with a semi-sheltered roof and is decorated with green plants and flowers. Sitting in it gives you a sense of tranquility.

The view here is excellent, and the summer evening breeze blows away the remaining heat, making people feel refreshed.

After the food arrived, the waiters left.

"Futaba, do you want to come along to the Summer CM Expo next month?"

"Did I agree to the other one?"

"No, she said it's not appropriate for me to join in as a club activity, but if there's a character I want to see her cosplay for me."

"me too."

"Can I cosplay as a character?"

"I mean it's not appropriate for me to join in. I don't even know them."

"Ah, that's a shame. Maybe a few of us can go to the winter CM."

"Let's talk about it then."

"By the way, why isn't Futaba wearing that pair today..."

While eating dinner, we chatted aimlessly, talking about where to go next and things we heard occasionally.

huh~

pop~

The flowers bloomed and the conference officially began.

Fireworks rise from the ground, rush into the sky, and bloom under the night sky. Use all your strength to leave the most beautiful side in the world.

A Polaroid camera took a few photos of the fireworks and people, and was then placed on the table.

After finishing the meal, Fujiwara Haru stopped talking and quietly looked at the sky in the distance. The flowers in the night sky were exceptionally beautiful.

And not far away, Futaba Rio turned her head and looked at the boy beside her.

The light of the fireworks lit up the moment they bloomed, then disappeared, making the face brighten up for a moment, and then dimmed again.

The beautiful flower was very pretty, but she paid more attention to the young man next to it.

Futaba Rio knew very well what usually happened at a fireworks festival, and if the boy invited his other self to attend first, then it must have been a confession.

That means he chose another self instead of her.

But the boy also invited her to come...

With hope in her heart, she agreed to attend the fireworks display together.

She really liked the idiot in front of her, liked his seriousness, his integrity, his gentleness, and liked everything about him.

But she always chose to hide her emotions with indifference and cowardice in her shyness and timidity.

Futaba Rio didn't dare to speak. She liked too much and had too little confidence.

Rio Futaba, who grew up in a single-parent family, lacked parental love and affection. She also had no friends, which gradually made her quiet and unable to communicate with others. When she did speak, she would often say embarrassing things, further alienating people.

It wasn't until that apocalyptic experience that all this changed.

The boy's care, help, and companionship made her feel a warmth she had never felt before. She was addicted to it and didn't want to leave.

Even after knowing that the idiot wanted to start a harem, after struggling with it, she decided to agree when he asked again.

I don't want to give up, I don't want to leave, and I don't want to be abandoned.

When Futaba Rio discovered that another self appeared in the world, she vaguely realized the reason why this phenomenon occurred: she wanted to go further and wanted to know what kind of Futaba the boy liked.

She didn't want to remain stagnant, nor did she want to be gradually disliked. More and more girls were surrounding the boy, and their relationships with him were gradually becoming closer, even surpassing hers. However, because she couldn't speak up, she always shyly and hurriedly refused, letting many opportunities disappear.

That night, she wanted to be more outspoken and take a step forward, but she didn't know if she would be liked after the change. So the next day, "she" woke up on the sofa.