Daily life in Zongman

She doesn't dare to take the first step. She is a timid and passive person in love.

But she doesn't want to stay like this forever. She longs for progress and attention, so she'll subtly offer some benefits. For example, she won't mask the sound when showering, won't put water in the tank before flushing if there's no water supply in the bathroom, and sometimes she'll hang clothes out to dry for a little longer even if they're already dry.

The only way to attract attention that hasn't been used yet is to send a selfie.

Rio Futaba is craving attention, craving some progress, and craving a relationship.

However, when she was broadcasting the benefits, she was disgusted with herself. She felt that she was too dirty, too vulgar, and too dissolute.

In this contradiction, time came to last night.

It can’t be said that I am relieved.

But after listening to Fujiwara Haru's words last night, Futaba felt that it didn't matter. If these means of attracting attention were used against Fujiwara Haru, then it didn't matter.

He was so dazzling. His optimistic spirit, kind character, gentle temper, and unwavering commitment to justice all made her feel that if the target was Fujiwara Haru, she would use any means at all. Regardless of whether the means were dirty or not, regardless of whether they were vulgar or dissolute.

Because of trust, because of admiration, because... no matter what, I want to get his attention and want to establish a better relationship.

Futaba Rio's admiration for her skyrocketed.

She still felt that giving out benefits was a dirty trick, but she had lowered her standards when dealing with Fujiwara Haru. As long as it could be used to attract his attention, she would use it.

Maybe after I get back, I can try sending some selfies, and then withdraw them after they show as read, and say that I accidentally sent them to the wrong person or something.

As for now, as for this switch, let's keep it for now.

Futaba Rio doesn't mind being controlled by someone she trusts. She can even say that she feels a little relieved.

Being controlled is actually a relationship.

They were no longer simply adventure teammates, but had a special relationship. This relationship was not healthy, but Futaba liked and felt at ease with the closer relationship.

Futaba trusts, admires, hates herself, feels inferior, and also looks forward to it.

She gradually became contradictory and irrational.

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Ishii looked at Futaba: "Where is Fujiwara? Why isn't Fujiwara the one helping me build the plane?"

"Only a fool can't see your simple plan to enhance our relationship and become a romantic partner." Futaba said calmly, "I've discussed this with Fujiwara-kun. He'll be responsible for finding a way down, and I'll help you build the plane."

Ishii sighed: "Okay, at least someone is helping me. Come with me."

Futaba started working, and in the evening, she looked at Ishii and said, "Ishii, there's something wrong with the wing of your plane."

Ishii looked at Futaba Rio and said nothing.

Futaba said calmly, "Show me your design and I'll explain it to you."

Ishii turned around and went back to his bedroom and took out the design drawings.

Half an hour later, Ishii looked at the changes and fell into deep thought. She looked up at Futaba and then down at the design.

"You are right." Ishii did not deny it nor get angry, but just calmly admitted his mistake.

"Let's continue tomorrow."

Futaba returned to the bedroom, and she found that there was an extra door in the bedroom and an extra door in the bathroom. Fujiwara Haru was installing a third door in the room on the other side, and there was another door on the ground, probably prepared for Ishii.

"What are you doing, Fujiwara-kun?" Futaba walked over.

"I'm installing the door."

"I know. I mean, where did these doors come from? What's the point of having them here?"

"Oh, aren't we staying here for a while? I thought I'd collect some furniture while exploring. I saw these four doors today and disassembled them, so I brought them back. One for each of us. It's not that I'm wary of Ishii or anything, but I just feel more at ease when I sleep with the doors closed."

One fan for each person, and we have to live separately, probably out of consideration for her.

Futaba understood. She took a deep breath, put her hands in her coat pockets, and turned away.

She couldn't think of a reason to refuse, and she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only leave in annoyance.

A sharp pain suddenly hit me.

With a muffled groan, Futaba staggered and leaned against the wall. She felt a cramp in her abdomen, not as severe as last time, but still very unbearable pain.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he was picked up by the waist.

Holding Futaba, looking at her closed eyes, he brought her back to the room with a little difficulty and put her on the bed.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Looking at the painful Futaba, he helped her up again, sat beside the bed and held her in his arms. He lifted her sweaty and cold hand, then placed his hand on her belly, giving it the right amount of warmth and kneading.

When Futaba's brows relaxed a little and she felt better, he spread out the gourmet tablecloth, made a wish for warm chicken soup, put it to her mouth, and fed her in small sips.

It wasn't until the severe pain this time subsided a lot that Futaba opened her eyes.

She weakly placed her hand on the back of her hand: "Sorry... It's like this again... Always bothering you..."

"It's okay, we are good friends, right?"

Futaba was silent for a moment. This was the first time she had heard the word "friend." Previously, the term used to refer to relationships between two people was more often "teammate." This term meant that when a team disbanded, the relationship was dissolved.

"Ah, um, we are good friends, right?" Fujiwara Haru didn't get a reply and felt a little embarrassed. He actually only had one friend, and he was hesitant before and didn't dare to say to Futaba, "Let's be friends."

This isn't how you make friends. It would be too awkward to just say we're good friends.

Now that he'd said it, and gotten no response, he felt a bit nervous and awkward. Had his desire to make friends been discovered? He hoped he wouldn't be laughed at or anything.

Futaba murmured, "Yeah."

She didn't reply just now, mainly because her mind was blank for a moment. She also wanted to get closer and have a better relationship! When she was menstruating and was vulnerable, suddenly saying that we were good friends was too unfair!

But I actually want to take it a step further. No, no, this is already awesome. Wait, wait, is it okay to take it a step further? No, no, we're just good friends, that's already great.

Futaba Rio closed her eyes and fell into confusion.

Fujiwara Haru breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was no problem. It seemed that he had a second good friend.

Speaking of which, if they're good friends, belly rubs aren't a big deal, right? Fujiwara Haru, who was initially hesitant about hugs and belly rubs, finally let go. Since he was helping a friend, he shouldn't be thinking about doing something bad.

Just like Nishimiya would fan herself, she would also help her practice speaking, helping each other!

Fujiwara Haru's thoughts suddenly became clear.

Rio Futaba suddenly felt two hands pressing lightly on her lower abdomen, and felt the warm pressure outside her uterus, and her confused mind became even more confused.

The pain is relieved and it feels good, but it's getting weird!

Wait, wait, this is going to be bad.

She pressed her hand on her belly, took a deep breath, and said in a weak voice: "That..."

She opened her eyes and saw a serious, somewhat confused face.

Futaba loosened her grip: "Gentle...slow down...please."

"Oh that's fine."

With the joy of helping a good friend, I continued to press my lower abdomen.

Futaba closed her eyes completely and never opened them again.

66. Daily life living with the little witch

He did not go out to explore in the next few days. Since he had to take care of Futaba, he did not move to the newly cleaned room on the other side for the time being. He still stayed in the same bedroom with Futaba.

Then Futaba used the new room as a warehouse. She decided to stay there for two to three months, depending on the progress of the plane building. So, she could unload everything from the car and explore with an empty one, saving fuel and bringing back more supplies.

Fujiwara Haru thought it made sense, so he moved all the supplies from the car and put them in the room that had been converted into a warehouse. He then continued to clean up the new house to prepare it for the bedroom, but was interrupted three times by Futaba.

He reacted.

Futaba, are you afraid to sleep alone? Just like she's afraid of the dark and can't go to the bathroom alone.

I didn't expect the genius girl to be so timid.

Fujiwara Haru discovered that the three-no genius girl who knew everything actually had a timid side. How to put it.

cute.

Now that he realized what was happening, he stopped packing up the room and preparing to move out. It was too much for Futaba to just say that she was afraid to sleep alone. You can't bully people like this.

After her period was over, she confirmed that Ishii was not a bad person, took out the gourmet tablecloth, and enjoyed the food with Ishii.

Ishii asked if this tablecloth was a high-tech creation of ancient humans.

Fujiwara Haru thought for a moment and nodded in confirmation. He had seen this gourmet tablecloth in Doraemon before, and Doraemon's props were all from the 22nd century. According to the AI, it was now the year 3030, so it must be an ancient artifact.

Ishii marveled at the miracle and ate a lot of meat that day, and taro fell out of favor.

Time passed, and half a month later, Fujiwara Haru returned from his exploration. Today, he found the communication tower leading to the second floor, and then he went to the second floor to find the communication tower leading to the first floor.

After returning to the bedroom, I saw Futaba reading a book, and next to her was Ishii wearing a virtual helmet and learning how to fly a plane.

"Futaba, I found the communication tower to go down to. Please prepare some canned food for me later. I will go to the second floor to explore, so it will take more time."

"After that, every time I go out, I'll probably be back after two days."

Futaba nodded, "Well, Fujiwara-kun, be safe. Here are your clothes. Go relax in the bath. The water is ready."

Looking at the clothes that Futaba had folded and put aside, I felt that it would be relaxing to go home: "Thanks, Futaba, I'm going to take a bath now, see you later."

After a comfortable bath, dinner together, a walk to digest the food, some play time, and then a night run, we started.

After the night run, Fujiwara Haru came to the elevator. He didn't want to sleep for the time being, so he controlled the elevator and returned to the ground.

I found a small platform about one meter high, climbed up and sat down to rest.

When it's not raining, the world is very quiet, with only the sound of the lonely wind. There are no birds singing, no insects chirping, no noisy human voices, only the wind, bringing a few sounds as it passes by my ears.

Today's moon is very nice, it's a full moon.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the layered city, giving the steel ruins a layer of silver. The moonlight was sufficient, and the streets in the distance were clearly visible, as if it were daytime.

Today's moon is very nice and bright.

Fujiwara Haru was sitting, watching, and resting when he heard the sound of the elevator starting up. Turning around, he saw the gray-haired Futaba Rio, with her hands in the pockets of her coat, rising up on the elevator.

The wind blew her hair, making it flutter and causing her gown to make a slight noise.

She said nothing, walked over, held out her hand, took it, and led her onto the platform. Futaba sat beside her, her expression as calm as ever.

I always feel that Futaba seems to be not interested in most things. Every day she is either reading or dealing with things. I rarely see her playing.

Maybe, reading is just playing for her?

Fujiwara Haru didn't know what was going on, so he looked up at the starry sky.

There are countless bright silver stars in the sky, forming a long river flowing in the sky. On the sparkling water surface is the figure of the moon, clear and beautiful.

Today's moon is very nice and beautiful.

The two watched together for a long time.

The night wind blew, bringing a little coolness. Fujiwara Haru jumped off the stone and said, "It's very cold. Let's go back to sleep."

"Yeah." Futaba also jumped down and reached out to catch it and hold it steady.

The two of them took the elevator back to the base and slept peacefully.

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The next day, Fujiwara Haru drove out of the base, with today's hot meals and a bunch of canned food for tomorrow in the trunk. After leaving the base, he parked the car next to the communication tower on the second floor.

He took out a notebook and a pen and started scribbling, drawing the moon, stars, and two little people sitting on a platform.

This could be considered a drawing diary, as it's a more private journal he writes in when he's alone. He wants it to be a convenient way to reminisce and share this adventure with his sister Shen Dong when he returns home.

After finishing yesterday's diary, I put away the notebook and pen, and used the communication tower to reach the second floor of the stacked city. Today I will continue to explore the communication tower back on the ground.

Fujiwara Haru turned on the car stereo and opened the window. As the car started, the wind blew in his face, letting the classic music from a thousand years ago float in the air as he explored this deserted city.

Half a month later, there was no progress.

Futaba's period has been here for three days. Fujiwara Haru is in the bedroom at the base, lying on the bed, hugging Futaba and rubbing her belly.

He sighed, "The second floor is a mess. The wreckage of war weapons and ruined buildings are everywhere. I've only explored a small part of it in half a month. The progress is worrying."

Futaba still felt some pain during this menstrual period, but it was much better than before. She even felt that she could now enjoy this slight pain.