Daily life in Zongman

Because of the sign language matters, Glass went back to class first. Glass came over, folded her tissues and handkerchiefs neatly, put them in her pocket, and then she left the activity room slowly.

After the bell rang for the first class in the afternoon, she could feel Futaba waking up in her arms. She patted her arm and said nothing.

This time he let go of her hand and took out a tissue to wipe her. After Futaba was done and confirmed that she was calm, he prepared to go back to class.

When the door to the activity room was opened, Futaba returned to her usual calm voice behind her: "Tomorrow... promise, remember to come."

"Yeah, I'll go."

After agreeing, he confirmed that Futaba's mood had returned to normal and left the activity room.

Fujiwara Haru didn't know why she suddenly lost control of her emotions or why she was suddenly so sad, but she knew what she needed to do.

Please pay attention to Futaba and take good care of her in the recent period.

I returned to the classroom, returned Glass's handkerchief, took some notes she had made, and caught up with the teacher's course progress.

After school in the afternoon, I went to the kendo club and practiced with Kanzaki Sama. Since I agreed to participate in the Jade Dragon Flag Competition with him, I still had to do the most basic training.

During the period, I took some photos and sent them to Hoshino Ai, and she replied that she was very happy playing the game.

In the evening, he took Futaba and Naoko home. The next day, after arriving at school with Naoko, he asked for leave from the teacher and went straight to Futaba's house.

Ring the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, the door opened and a voice came from the megaphone: "Come in."

Futaba's house was a large villa. After passing through the gate and walking along a grassy path, she arrived at the main entrance of the villa. Futaba opened the door, turned around, and took out a pair of new, unopened slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

"Why didn't you go to school, idiot Fujiwara? Our agreement was just for a short while every day. Just come after school." Futaba put her shoes at her feet.

After putting on her shoes and stepping into the entrance hall, she said, "Looking at the time, Futaba should be on her period soon. Besides, after she noticed you like that yesterday, she couldn't just leave it alone."

"Only stupid Fujiwara would be so fragile. He would cry for several days before he feels better." Futaba talked about what happened in the apocalyptic world and walked towards the living room.

After entering, he found the villa very quiet and asked, "Shuangye, where are your parents?"

Fujiwara Haru still remembers Futaba's wish. Logically speaking, Futaba's parents should have a lot of free time now...

I was a little slow to react, and after asking, I suddenly realized that this question might be the reason for Futaba's sadness.

Futaba didn't lower her voice, her tone as calm as ever: "Dad went to Germany to attend a seminar, and Mom went to discuss business somewhere in Europe."

She spoke calmly, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of watermelon-flavored juice and handed it to her, then made herself a cup of coffee.

"It sounds like the setting of a young lady in anime." He tried to complain and see Futaba's reaction.

"Maybe. It's often like this in my house." Futaba was preparing coffee at the bar.

Silence ensued, but the atmosphere wasn't awkward; they were just minding their own business. The two of them were used to this way of getting along in the apocalyptic world. When they were together, they would do their own things, occasionally chatting and speaking directly when they needed anything. It was a simple way of getting along.

It's no longer just a visit, but a life together.

Fujiwara Haru used his phone to reply to scattered messages from his PA sister and to communicate with the private detective to confirm the evidence he had gathered. He discovered that in just one day, the detective had collected a lot of evidence of violations by the director of Hoshino Ai Orphanage. Should we say that the private detective was very capable or that the director had gone too far?

It's probably both. I sent a red envelope and asked a private detective to conduct further research to see if they could find evidence that could lead to the dean being imprisoned.

Futaba came over with coffee, she placed it on the table and then sat in her arms.

A flat voice: "It hurts."

I put down my phone, held Futaba while I leaned against the sofa, and began to massage her gently. Based on the sensations I'd felt when I held her in the past, I could feel that Futaba had grown taller. Her lower abdomen was still relatively smooth, but when I massaged her, I could feel that she had more flesh, and it felt better.

After looking at her carefully for a while, he confirmed that Futaba was a size bigger than the last time he held her, bigger in every aspect.

This is good news.

I have been helping with massage this morning. During this time, Futaba remained quiet, lying in my arms, flipping through a book, and occasionally getting up to take a sip of coffee.

Nearing noon, I suddenly remembered something. My period pain, back to reality, can be relieved with painkillers? There's no need for massage, right?

And looking at Futaba's appearance, she doesn't seem to be in much pain. It seems that she has been like this for the last one or two months in the apocalypse world...

Looking at her calm expression, he hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Shuangye, are you not in so much pain now? It's just your period."

Futaba paused flipping through the pages of the book and said calmly, "Yes, my previous dysmenorrhea was due to mechanical factors, but it got much better after my body developed normally. After undergoing comprehensive treatment from the gods, the previous developmental problems were completely corrected, and now I only have mild pain."

She spoke a little quickly: "So, what's the matter? I used the voucher. Stupid Fujiwara, you have to listen to me for the next three days."

"Oh." After a simple response, he did not refute her, but his actions became more serious.

It’s a good thing that the menstrual period is not as painful anymore, but Futaba’s mood is still a little unstable and she needs careful care.

At noon, the two ordered takeout. Fujiwara Haru was not a good cook, and Futaba didn't want to move, so she decided to bring the gourmet tablecloth over tomorrow.

We took a nap together in the afternoon. We originally planned to take a short nap, but when we woke up, we found that it was already dusk outside the window.

Futaba sat with her knees hugged watching TV. The TV was on silent mode and she looked at the subtitles to understand the content.

He stood up and said, "Sorry, I overslept."

Futaba looked over and said, "Then as compensation, you have to stay a little longer tonight."

It felt like she was waiting for these words...

Still agreed: "Sure."

After thinking for a while, I sent a text message to Sister Shendong and told her that I would stay at a classmate's house tonight.

I asked if Naoko had arrived home, and received a definitive reply, along with some photos she had taken today. I forwarded them to Hoshino Ai, and the plan progressed steadily.

It was late at night and it was completely dark outside the window. Futaba sat quietly in his arms.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to go to bed, so I picked her up and wanted to put her aside.

Her arm was held, and Futaba's voice was a little depressed: "Sorry... Can you stay a little longer... Ten minutes will be enough..."

He showed her the chat he had with Sister Shendong a few hours ago on his phone: "It's time to take a shower and go to bed. I'm going to take a shower. Can Futaba help prepare a quilt?"

Futaba loosened her grip and nodded slightly, "Okay."

Then when taking a shower, I found that Futaba didn't prepare the bedding at all, but was sitting outside the door.

"Futaba?"

"I'm reading."

After thinking for a while, I didn't ask any more questions.

After I finished cleaning and was about to go to the living room, someone grabbed my hand.

"Sit outside."

"it is good."

After agreeing, he sat at the bathroom door waiting for her to finish washing, and at the same time used his mobile phone to remotely arrange Hoshino Ai's schedule for tomorrow.

"Fujiwara." Futaba's voice came from the bathroom.

"Yes." I guess, maybe it's because of the fragility during menstruation that makes Futaba more afraid of loneliness?

A few minutes later.

"Fujiwara."

"Here I am."

Dealing with phone messages.

"Fujiwara."

"Here I am."

It was just a simple response, but Futaba in the bathroom breathed a sigh of relief.

After they were all washed up, they came to the living room and looked at Futaba: "Where are you sleeping?"

"Come with me." Futaba led her upstairs and into her bedroom.

It is decorated in a simple style, with bookshelves, tables and chairs, computers, wardrobes, air conditioners on the wall and a bed.

Futaba put the bedding on the bed, then took out a spare bedding set from the closet and laid it next to it.

She sat on the bed and untied the towel wrapped around her hair, letting her wet hair fall down her back.

The hair dryer whirred and was placed in the hand: "Help dry it."

"Ah."

He took the hair dryer, reached out and took Futaba's long gray hair into his hands, and began to help her deal with her wet hair.

The double-leaf hair feels very good, with naturally long hair with slight curls. It is silky when wet and fluffy and soft after drying, and the texture is very good.

After drying her hair and turning off the hair dryer, Futaba reached back to fluff up her hair. The breeze, carrying the fragrance of shampoo, rushed into her nose, which smelled very good.

They left a dim light on and slept side by side on the floor. Futaba took off her glasses and put them aside.

It was already very late. The villa was very large and there was no sound of cars on the street. There were no cicadas or birds singing in the winter. The only sound in the bedroom was the breathing of the two people.

"Fujiwara." He called softly, as if to check if he was asleep.

"Yeah." He simply responded to her.

After a brief silence, it was Futaba's voice: "Do you remember my last wish?"

"I hope my parents can have an easier time at work and have more free time. That's it," he replied clearly.

"Hmm..." After Futaba agreed, she looked at the ceiling and said softly, "I'm a little scared... No, to be more precise, I'm very scared..."

"My parents came home on the weekend, and both my dad and mom got promotions. I was very happy."

"I hope my family can live a normal life like ordinary people in the future."

"But... they answered the phone in the afternoon and left."

"Dad said he's even busier now that he's been promoted, with many people inviting him to seminars. Mom said business has expanded, and there are more clients to negotiate with. But if the gods are right... they should have an easier time..."

"I told myself that they are people who can't sit still. Even if things become less busy, they will find things to do on their own."

"But they never had a single dinner together...never spent a single night together..."

“I wanted to deceive myself as I did in the past, but I found that I could no longer deceive myself.”

"Fujiwara, I'm scared..."

"You're all I have left... I always worry unconsciously that I'll be completely alone in the future..."

"I'm sorry... I was so willful today, forcing you to do all sorts of things with my coupons. You must be getting really impatient. I'm sorry..."

The bedroom fell into a brief silence. He thought about his words and replied clearly: "I've been in a good mood all day. I haven't felt impatient or angry at all."

"Futaba, even though I failed to confess my feelings to you before, we are still good friends." He looked at her and said, "I will ask you if I have any questions. Futaba, you can also come to me if you have any difficulties. You can tell me whatever the difficulties are."

"It may sound a bit unconfident to say this, but this is what I really think. Futaba, I may not be able to handle the difficulties you are facing, but I will go through it with you. Don't worry, don't be afraid, I will..."

After a pause and further searching his heart, he was able to clearly say the words: "Futaba, I will always be with you, don't worry, don't be afraid."

Futaba Rio looked over. In the dim light, her golden pupils were not obvious, but at this moment, there was only the figure beside her in her pupils.

She was still somewhat confident in her memory, because she rarely heard this word from the boy next to her.

Not to mention the words of promise.

"Fujiwara is such a bad guy." Futaba turned her head away and no longer looked at the boy next to her.

"Eh? Why are you suddenly saying that to me?"

"You kept me awake, and you take full responsibility."

"Then let's watch TV together?"

"Stupid Fujiwara, I wish you could understand the atmosphere a little better."

"So what should we do now? Help, help~ Futaba, help~"

The gloomy and depressing atmosphere dissipated.

The bedroom was quiet for a while. Futaba didn't respond to the previous words, but started a new topic: "I thought Pig-headed Fujiwara would take the opportunity to confess his love."

"With such a negative atmosphere just now, it would be really unfair to confess your feelings. It's terrible to think about it. I'm not that kind of person."

The two chatted and time passed slowly for a long time, until Fujiwara Haru could no longer bear it and his replies became slower.

He was overcome by sleepiness, unable to think clearly. At first, he would often have to wait for two people to speak before he would reply.