I traveled through time and became Crayon Shin-chan, but I have no abilities.

Maybe the soul can't be awake for a long time, or it's too weak, and Luoluo fell into a deep sleep again, but I prefer to listen to this crisp and lovely voice than the husky voice before my life.

Sure enough, even if the animation is very vague, I still found this apartment based on landmark buildings, parks, supermarkets, uphill ah, or something—crotch pain.

"Xiao Xin, did Xiaoguang send you back?" Mei Ling didn't seem surprised, after all, this matter was suppressed the whole time, and there was no serious trauma on my body, so naturally I couldn't worry.

"Huh—you smell so bad, you won't eat, will you?"

I didn't have too much blood on my body, because it was Lolo who was dealing with those things, so it was just dirty, maybe I was used to life, I didn't pay attention just now, maybe passers-by treated me as an abandoned child.

"Hurry up and wash up. "Although I was disgusted, I still helped me wash it with my own hands, because there was no bathroom here, so I was put in the place where I washed the dishes, bathed little by little, and wiped the towel little by little, no matter how smelly it was, after the hands of this three-layer meat mother, it became fragrant.

"Have you eaten?"

"After eating that kind of thing for a few days, I don't have much appetite anymore.

"Okay then. "

Maybe the time right now is really what I'm looking forward to, watching the bloody drama with Meiya, laughing together, it's really harmonious.

I finally went home, but there was no diary, because the diary had been blown up to the sky.

Maybe in the eyes of others, this matter is over, unless my heart stops beating, it will not be over. There is no plan, my ability is limited now, I need to pay more attention, find the shadow of that organization from the big case, and follow the vine...

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No, who the hell is it!"

The chaotic voice echoed in my ears, reality and illusion intertwined, and when I opened my eyes, I was already in the classroom, with rice balls made by beautiful teeth on the table.

It was the second day again, and this sleep was getting worse and worse, not even as good as when he slept with Luoluo and them.

Maybe I'm thinking too much.

It was time again for the long-lost meeting of the Defense Corps, and everyone gathered in front of the slide.

"That big sister didn't do anything to you, did she?" Dumb, who was usually dumbfounded, now looked at me with snot and snot, I knew it was concern.

"I envy Xiaoxin π_π "There is no doubt that you are a lewd man again."

Nini glared at him for a moment, it was time to discuss what to play today.

There was a heated discussion about this, in fact, I didn't want to play with hyper-real house wine.

"Even if you don't want to play, Kazama definitely wants to play. Everyone

looked at Kazama one after another, as if it was very low, something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" I shook Kazama, worried about him, he was intellectually responsible.

"I always feel that you are not really happy, have you really recovered your memory? Tears flowed in Kazama's eyes, grabbed me in reverse, and stared into my eyes. "What the hell did that woman do to you?" Yes

, after so many things, it is difficult to make waves in my heart, but now I am also the most real me, although it is a fake smile as he said, but the heart that wants to be with them will not lie.

"It's almost all gone, but it's a bit bad these days (๑•́ωก̀๑), trust me." I looked at him firmly, and everyone around me smiled.

"What? We are worried in vain, he is Xiaoxin, and the potato head is the evidence. Masano pretended to be cold and shook his head.

Friend, it is enough to know my heart, and I will definitely give you a response to your heart.

Look, it's a rainbow, the real color of the sky.

"When did it appear?" Nini noticed, posing for a photo.

"yes, it's beautiful. "Everyone looked at the rainbow, which also showed that the heavy rain of the previous days was over.

Of course, Nini's hyper-real house wine, the rainbow version has also begun.