Daily life in Zongman

Futaba, still feeling a little shy, closed her eyes. "It's okay, Fujiwara-kun, take your time. By the way, Ishii's prototype plane is ready. Let's take a look at it tomorrow."

"Okay." He simply agreed.

Rubbing silently, it felt like massaging the belly. Futaba looked very comfortable and relaxed. It doesn't hurt much now, it should be okay.

With this in mind, and with the intention of finishing it off, he pressed his thumbs on both sides of Futaba's lower abdomen, using both hands to press harder, preparing to end the massage.

Futaba suddenly said: "Hmm?~"

Subconsciously, he thought he had hurt her, and instantly relaxed his strength: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did it hurt?"

"No..." Futaba pursed her lips: "It's okay..."

Keep rubbing your belly. Sorry, I ended the massage right away. The bedroom fell into silence.

so boring.

Although Futaba's belly is soft and feels good, it's boring to rub it monotonously all the time.

Fujiwara Haru fell into laziness, his head pecking at rice like a chicken, and slowly leaned against the headboard of the bed.

Futaba felt the rubbing stop, without making a sound. After waiting for a while, she moved her hands, which had been slipping, and placed them on her lower abdomen, then placed her own hands on the back of her hands.

The warm feeling of his palm made her lower abdomen warm and comfortable.

Futaba enjoyed and thought quietly.

It would be nice if I could still rub my belly after my period ends, preferably with a little more force, pressing not only the center of my lower abdomen but also the sides. Or if I press from both sides towards the center of my lower abdomen...

Futaba's earlobes were a little red. She knew very well what sound she had just made, and what that feeling was like. She even knew very well what she would become if she continued like this.

Yet, she understood, she knew, but she had never experienced it.

Futaba Rio was a little curious.

The brief experience she had just had was like an electric shock to her cerebral cortex, instantly sending a clear feeling down her spine and a tingling sensation in her brain. She wasn't sure if that feeling was the kind of happiness described in the book.

Rio Futaba, who is 15 years old this year and has matured, is somewhat curious and a little... greedy about the happy experience she just had.

The bedroom fell into silence.

Bang, the door opened.

"Fujiwara, Futaba, it's time for dinner. I want to eat..." Ishii walked in and called out, only to find that Fujiwara Haru was sleeping on the bed in the bedroom.

Futaba was lying in his arms, her left hand intertwined with his right, as if trying to clasp their fingers together. Her right hand pressed on Fujiwara Haru's left hand, placing it on the center of her lower abdomen, pressing.

The two looked at each other.

67. The little witch cares about the name

Ishii felt the heavy gaze, and Futaba's tone was very cold: "Ishii, you are annoying. If you want to have dinner, go and have it by yourself. Also, next time you come in, knock on the door. It's really rude to just push the door open."

"This is my home, right?" Ishii curled his lips and said, "It's evening now, come have dinner together."

Futaba felt the movement of her fingers and instantly loosened them. Fujiwara Haru was not in a deep sleep and woke up when she heard some noise.

Having just woken up, he rubbed his eyes groggily and yawned, "Oh, sorry, Futaba, I fell asleep."

Futaba said calmly, "It's okay, I'm not in pain anymore. Let's go have dinner."

"Oh~ Let's have dinner and go for a walk!"

He took Futaba and put her on the ground. Fujiwara Haru, who had just woken up from a short nap, was full of energy and walked out of the bedroom happily with anticipation for delicious food.

Behind him, Futaba looked at Ishii and said coldly, "Next time you come in, knock on the door."

Ishii was silent for a moment, then breathed out, "Okay."

The relationship between the two is not harmonious.

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The next afternoon, the test plane took off successfully. It soared across the blue sky, proclaiming in a world on the verge of collapse that humanity had conquered the sky, that humanity had soared through the heavens, and that humanity possessed wisdom that transcended all else.

It is a symbol of science and technology and the crystallization of wisdom.

Looking at the plane in the sky with admiration, Fujiwara Haru decided that he should work harder, find a way to leave the layered city as soon as possible, and then help build the plane.

On the way back to the base, I saw something new: two short girls and a tracked vehicle.

"Ah, an airplane!" The short blonde girl looked up at the airplane that was almost becoming a smaller dot.

"Ah, there's someone!" The short black-haired girl looked at the three people.

Next to them, there was a tracked vehicle with some parts removed. It seemed that it was damaged and was being repaired.

The blonde girl was a little wary when she walked over. She stood in front of the black-haired girl and said, "Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Standing far away from the two of them, Fujiwara Haru stood in front of Futaba: "Hello, I'm Fujiwara Haru, she is Ishii, and the one behind me is Futaba Rio."

Ishii walked to the side of the crawler, looked around and said: "The car is broken, do you need help?"

The blonde girl looked back at the black-haired girl, who nodded, and the blonde girl relaxed her guard a little.

The black-haired girl walked out from behind: "I am Qianhu."

The blonde girl put away her gun: "My name is Yuli."

Fujiwara Haru looked at Ishii and asked, "Ishii, can you repair this kind of car?"

Ishii lay on the tracked vehicle and took a look. "It's not a big problem. It's just a damaged part. We can just go back to the base and find a good part to replace it."

She looked at Qianhu and Yuli: "But as a deal, I will help you fix your car, and you also have to do me a small favor."

Qianhu nodded: "Okay, thank you for helping us fix the car."

After Fujiwara Haru confirmed that there was no threat, he stopped being vigilant and the group of five returned to the base.

Chihu and Yuri were curious the entire time, asking questions everywhere, as if they'd never seen a lot of things before. That was understandable, though. Fujiwara Haru looked at their short stature and thought they were probably even younger than he was. The two of them had been wandering around in this apocalyptic world, barely meeting anyone for years. It seemed like they were even more miserable than he had been as a child.

"I'm twenty years old." Qianhu replied when asked about his age by Ishii.

"I'm about the same age as Xiao Qian. I'm also twenty years old!~" This is the stupid blonde Yuli. She raised her hand to answer without being asked.

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused. He looked at Chihu and Yuri, gestured, and saw that they were both shorter than Futaba, and they didn't look alike at all.

Yuri looked over and asked, "What's wrong? By the way, how old is Fujiwara?"

Fujiwara Haru was silent for a moment before answering, "I'll be 14 soon."

Yuri ran over and said, "Hey, is this true? Fujiwara is so tall even though he's so young? Stand up and let's compare."

He stood up and compared himself, and found that Yuli was really short, only reaching his chest.

By the way, how tall is he now? I haven’t measured him for a long time.

Fujiwara Haru was curious about his current height. He was the tallest of the five people, which was incredible. He had always been the shortest before. Whether it was Sister Fuyu or Nishimiya Glass, they were taller than him. Today, he suddenly realized that he was the tallest!

Just when he was feeling somewhat proud and happy, he was patted by Yuli, who also said happily: "Then I am six years older than you, so you should call me sister?"

"..."Eh? It seems so, but she feels really small, so tiny, not like an older sister at all. Fujiwara Haru was a little speechless.

Yuli took out a bullet and said, "I'll teach you how to shoot."

"Sister Yuli!" Fujiwara Haru was sincerely convinced and bowed.

Yuli was satisfied and returned to Qianhu: "Look, Xiao Qian, I have a younger brother!"

"Don't do anything stupid." Qianhu sighed: "Sorry, Fujiwara, she is very stupid, please leave her alone."

Fujiwara Haru readily agreed: "It's okay, Sister Qianhu. Sister Yuli, when are we going to shoot?"

Yuri pulled out her gun: "Now!"

Fujiwara Haru finished his dinner in a few bites: "I'm done, I'm done, let's go!"

The two people ran away in an instant, leaving only Futaba, Chihuo and Ishii to continue eating dinner there.

When Fujiwara Haru came back from shooting, she was still excited and started taking a shower with a super happy mood.

It was a real, working gun. He had seen many battlefields and ruins before. But when he explored, he found that it looked like it had been looted several times. There was not a single good gun or bullet left. They were all completely damaged.

After thinking for a long time, Fujiwara Haru guessed that it was because of the shortage of supplies. After the war, the victorious side would return to the battlefield to recycle resources, otherwise there would not be so many weapons and ammunition to continue fighting.

Today was his first time firing a gun, and the strong recoil and exploding bullets brought him the thrill of gunpowder.

It’s so exciting, more exciting than driving!

Fujiwara Haru recalled the shooting just now and couldn't help but simulate it with his hands. He fired a few more shots and made a simulated sound of "pia~pia~" with his mouth.

His silly laughter echoed in the bathroom. After cleaning himself happily, he returned to the bedroom and prepared to go to bed.

Futaba's menstrual period has passed today, which is why Ishii confirmed the test flight today. Since it is the result of joint efforts, at least everyone should witness it together.

Futaba, who was in good health, was reading a book. When she noticed Fujiwara Haru coming back, she looked up and then lowered her head to continue reading.

"Futaba, it's so fun to shoot a gun. It feels so good to shoot a gun."

Fujiwara Haru simply shares things he finds interesting and happy with his friends.

"Yeah." Futaba looked at the book.

"Let's go play together tomorrow. It's fun. I just don't know if Sister Yuli has enough bullets."

"..." Futaba remained silent.

"She also said Sister Yuli was really nice. She taught me how to shoot and was generous enough to give me a box of bullets to play with."

"..." The fingertips of Futaba holding the book turned slightly white.

"It's around eleven o'clock. Futaba, are you going to bed?" Fujiwara Haru took off her clothes, preparing to go to bed early and get up early.

"Yeah." Futaba put down the book and lay down on the bed.

Fujiwara Haru turned off the lights, leaving only a dim flashlight. Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he heard a voice beside him.

"Fujiwara-kun."

"what happened?"

"I'm going to be 16 soon."

"Oh, really? I had assumed that Futaba was so smart that she must have skipped a grade, and I figured you might be younger than me."

"I didn't skip a grade..." Futaba exhaled: "I'm two years older than you, so you should still call me sister, right?"

Fujiwara Haru was silent for a long time, hesitating: "Ah... shouting like that is a bit strange..."

"That's not right, Fujiwara-kun. You were so comfortable calling me Sister Yuri, why do you feel weird now?"

"Hmm..." Fujiwara Haru thought: "Maybe it's because we've been together for a while, and I've always called you Futaba. After getting used to it, it feels weird to suddenly change the name and call you Sister Futaba."

The bedroom fell into silence.

Fujiwara Haru muttered: "I think the name Futaba is a good one, it's easy to pronounce and sounds nice, Futaba, don't you like it?"

The bedroom was quiet for a moment, and then Futaba's voice came: "Stupid Fujiwara, just call me Futaba, and similarly, I will call you Fujiwara from now on."

"Sure." Fujiwara Haru said happily, "I don't mind the name, as long as it's not a weird nickname."

"Um...goodnight Fujiwara."

"Goodnight Futaba."

Futaba's heartbeat calmed down as she listened to the steady breathing next to her.

Great, I've taken the next step in addressing someone, and it worked! Next, let's try addressing them by their first name.

Futaba closed her eyes and thought about how to go further. This required more opportunities and she couldn't be impatient.

68.The Last Communication Tower

With the help of Yuli and Qianhu, Ishii's aircraft construction progress was accelerated again. However, the first thing they did was to adjust the wing frame that Ishii had built before. The wings needed to be redone.

Futaba said that they would optimize the wing structure, add ribs, and add reinforcement plates, just like the improved prototype aircraft, to ensure that the wings would not be torn apart by the wind.

Fujiwara Haru didn't understand, but he felt that Futaba should be right. After all, he had confirmed one thing along the way: if you have any questions, ask Futaba.

Especially when you are not sure, it is always right to find Futaba. After looking at Futaba, you will basically know what to do.

After staying at the base for a week and confirming that Yuri and Chihu were not a threat and were good people, Fujiwara Haru continued to go out exploring.

The weather was nice today, so Fujiwara Haru drove out after breakfast and arrived at the second level of the Layered City in the afternoon. According to the map, this level also had a core tower, with 72 connecting towers.