Not Super Robot Wars at All

C.C. wakes up in bed alone.

She has always been like this, no matter when she is asleep or when she wakes up, she has always been alone. Occasionally, from a certain day in the past, she began to try to get used to two people, to get used to the feeling of being crushed on her hair when she opened her eyes. When she became obsessed with this kind of life, the person who gave her this kind of warmth told her to ask you to change your habit back.

"If you want not to be rejected, the best way is to reject others first." She stared at the familiar and unfamiliar ceiling blankly, "I forgot it by accident."

She squinted on the bed for a while before getting up with difficulty, went to the closet and opened the door, trying to find a piece of clothing that had been worn less frequently.

Wearing good-looking clothes is probably one of the few pleasures in her boring life. No matter how time goes forward, new clothes will always appear. Whenever she put on new clothes, she would have the illusion that time was flowing in her body. This feeling made her addicted.

However, from a certain day, she found a new meaning in the matter of changing clothes. A little boy who is only fourteen years old will look at her with admiring eyes between men and women. What an interesting thing is this? She started buying more clothes, changing to better-looking clothes, and wearing fewer clothes at home, just to get different reactions from him. She seemed to get some indescribable freshness and satisfaction from it, and she never tired of it.

But just like everything in the world will expire, so will clothes. No matter how good-looking a piece of clothing is, after it has been worn many times, it is already out of date for those who look at it.

"It turns out that I will expire too." She looked at the person in the mirror who was always a girl, and smiled self-deprecatingly. "Is this a surprise?"

C.C., dressed and freshened, walked into the empty living room. Ed took An Qi out to work, and Lux ​​went to work. When there was no Taoxiang in the past, she was the only one in the family. Now she has become two people and she does not feel that loneliness has diminished. Even if there are more than a dozen maids, loneliness will not be reduced by the slightest.

"Dooxiang, aren't you lonely at home by yourself?" she asked casually, "every day."

"It is the duty of a good maid to wait for the master to come back!" Tao Xiang smiled sweetly, "and Miss C.C. is also at home, not alone."

Taoxiang didn't answer that she was not lonely. Of course, C.C. could hear another meaning under the maid's smile.

"Waiting for the master to come back," she whispered, "what am I, maid? Or a slave?"

After lunch, C.C. lay down on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched the series he had been chasing. This drama is actually not very interesting. The full episodes on the Internet are also out and don't need to be chased every day, but she doesn't know how to pass the time if she doesn't.

Taoxiang was cleaning by her side, and she still insisted on cleaning all the places aside every day, obviously the house was already very clean. Maybe she didn't know how to pass the time, C.C. thought silently.

The TV series soon ended, and she switched to the next one to follow, and when it was over, the next one. Soon all the TV series she was chasing were finished, and she started to press the remote control to change channels. As long as you insist on this for two more hours, you can have dinner, so that you can consume the afternoon less painfully.

She still likes TV more than surfing the Internet, because surfing the Internet requires herself to find the information she needs, so TV only needs to passively accept it-she doesn't know what she wants to find.

When pressing the remote control boredly, the decoration of the house entered her vision from the corner.

She remembered the place where they first lived. It was small but very spacious for the two of them. That house was so simple that there was no breath of life at all, it was she who bought daily necessities little by little. Not only him, but she herself began to regard that place as a writer. Although she gathers less and divorces more every year, she looks forward to the day when she goes back every year.

And here, everything is there, and she doesn't need to buy anything, but she always feels as if she is a guest at someone else's house. Perhaps not letting Taoxiang clean her room was her last insistence.

Time flies slowly, Taoxiang finally starts to cook dinner. The maid hummed briskly, as if doing a very happy thing.

Taoxiang must like An Qi very much, is it such a happy thing to let the person you like eat dinner that she cooks by herself? C.C. thought blankly.

"Taoxiang, let me come." So she said on a whim, "Today I will cook dinner."

Of course she knows how to cook, and she can hardly even think of what she doesn't know. But again, it took her a long time to remember how to cook. Fortunately, she has such a body, whether the knife cuts her finger or the skin burned by hot oil, it can heal quickly. So even without Taoxiang's help, she did it all alone.

No one knows how many injuries she has suffered for this table of meals, because Miss C.C. will not be injured. Everyone thinks so, even she thinks so.

The sound of opening the door came from the hallway. She didn't turn around, waiting for Ed to cry out in surprise, maybe even hug her from behind. But she only heard the footsteps of two people. Judging from the severity of their steps, they were Anqi and Minerva.

"Ed has dinner with a few male friends in the evening." An Qi said loudly, "I won't come back for dinner."

For a moment, C.C. wanted to throw out what was on his hands irritably. After a moment, even this feeling of irritability expired.

After a while, Lux returned from work. Angie told her that Ed was not coming back for dinner today, and Lacus nodded blankly to indicate that she knew.

Lacus has been like this recently, disapproving, disagreeing, not active, and not resisting. She will do all the work she should do, but she will never take the initiative to please anyone. If someone wants to go to the night, go to whomever, she won't invite favors anyway.

This is probably her last dignity? This kind of half-hearted dignity is the most painful. C.C. thought of nothing about it.

Sitting at the dinner table are three women, one small and four women. Among them, An Qi has always been provoking the topic, and C.C and Lux ​​are only passively answering.

"C.C. You and Ed have known him the longest, you know him best." An Qi looked at her, "He is about to celebrate his birthday. I don't know what gift to give. Do you know what he likes?"

"Knowing a person doesn't mean anything. People can change." C.C. answered the question and said, "Today he likes this, tomorrow he can like others."

An Qi didn't understand, maybe she will understand later. C.C. thought badly.

"Ed never had his birthday." Lacus said lonely. "Of course, as C.C. said, maybe he started this year."

"But birthday?" An Qi looked surprised, "Why?"

"Yeah, why?" C.C. repeated murmurly, "what's the point of knowing it."

After dinner Taoxiang cleaned up the tableware, Minerva went back to study, and Lacus went directly back to the room. An Qi chose to wait for Ed to come back while playing with her mobile phone in the living room. C.C. didn't find a way to pass the time today, so I decided to do anything and go to bed earlier.

In the middle of the night, C.C. woke up hazily. She reached out and grabbed the phone on the bedside table and opened it to check the time. The sudden light in the darkness made her squint slightly-it was only two o'clock in the morning.

"Sure enough, you shouldn't have gone to bed too early." She muttered to herself, and tapped an icon on the phone. A voice she knew so well that she could no longer be familiar sounded in the empty room.

"C.C. My wife is so cute and cute, whoever dares to object will break his dog's head!"

She chuckled softly, pushed her phone off and put it back on the bedside table, and got up to go to the kitchen to find something to drink.

When passing by the door of Ed's room, she suddenly forgot that she was thirsty and stood still at the door, unable to move. The faint wheezing and shouting came into her ears one after another. It was not that the soundproofing of the house was poor, but she could only be blamed for her good hearing.

"An Qi, of course it is An Qi." She leaned weakly against the wall with a continuous voice, "It has always been An Qi."

She didn't remember how she got back to the room, and when she lay back on the bed, the echo in her mind still couldn't dissipate.

"Ed..." She curled up, stretched her right hand down, pinching her legs unconsciously, "Uh, uh..."

She recalled how his eyes were about to fall out the first time she was accidentally bumped into changing clothes by him.

She recalled how he surrendered with the touch of it for the first time on New Year's night.

She thought back to the first time she was exhausted and she was lying limp in bed.

She recalled...

With a twitch, everything came to an abrupt end, and her brain fell into a blank, followed by endless emptiness.

C.C. lay flat on the bed relaxedly, raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and looked at the sticky thread between his fingers. An ethereal and helpless voice sounded in the room: "What the **** am I doing..."

...

Ed woke up beside An Qi.

He is now very familiar with the feeling of people around him when he sleeps, and even now he is a little unaccustomed to letting him sleep alone. This is probably the evidence that he likes the world more and more. An Qi’s hair was left on his shoulders and would not be accidentally pressed during sleep, but he is now confident that he will not press on her hair if An Qi grows longer.

Without him, only hands are familiar.

He stayed on the bed with An Qi who was bewildered, and moved her hands and feet around him with difficulty, got out of bed to clean up the clothes that were thrown away last night. After putting on the clothes, he piled up the dirty clothes to be washed and waited for Tao Xiang to deal with it later. Then he found the underwear that An Qi wanted to change and put it next to her pillow. He patted the girl's cheek affectionately and washed it by himself.

An Qi has no pursuit of clothes, usually she wears whatever Ed throws her. Ed unexpectedly found that this was quite interesting, and occasionally matched her with clothes according to his own preferences. Of course, sometimes Taoxiang would secretly tell him that a certain combination is terrible, and he would write it down silently.

Coming to the living room, Lux has gone to work, Taoxiang preparing for lunch has no sense of existence, only C.C. is still lying on the sofa and watching TV.

"Morning." He greeted the opponent briskly.

"It's getting late." C.C. replied lukewarmly, "I'll have lunch soon."

C.C. basically has always been like this. He didn't think it was weird. He went back to his room to prepare for the things he needed in the afternoon.

While he was writing and drawing, An Qi finally sat up, rubbing her eyes. The girl skillfully grabbed the bra next to the pillow, and after a few weakly tossed, she coquettishly shouted: "Ed, come and help."

"It's not that you can't." Ed said without looking up, "Do it yourself."

"I didn't wake up yet." An Qi spread her teeth and claws and waved her bra in an imposing manner. "Ed is here to help, come, help, help!"

"You." He reluctantly put down the pen, and sat down on the bed to dress her, "Do you think I am Taoxiang? Do you call me like that?"

"I'm happy." An Qi snorted softly, "Give you a chance to take advantage. It's obviously that you make a lot of money, OK?"

"Since you have said so..." Ed's hand stopped, "Isn't it a big loss if I don't take advantage?"

"Ah--!"

The two frolicked for a while and did some morning exercises that are good for physical and mental health, and An Qi finally put on her clothes.

When I left the room, Taoxiang's lunch had been prepared. The craftsmanship of the maid is as excellent as ever. Although I am very sorry for Lacus to say that, Ed thinks that Taoxiang's cooking level is higher.

After dinner, C.C. found him: "Ed, go shopping with me this afternoon."

"Sorry, CC, I have made an appointment with Roland and Diana in the afternoon to discuss SEELE." He showed an apologetic expression, "Or next time, I will definitely accompany you next time. If it is something urgent, it's called Taoxiang. I can buy it for you."

"Next time..." C.C. lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, then raised his head and smiled relievedly at him, "Well, next time, it's good, then next time."

In the afternoon, he took An Qi out to find Roland and his wife. An Qi, of course it is An Qi.

Regarding Angie's bringing back the girls of Alzenar to the moon, he praised Friday vigorously, but he didn't want these people to be tied to him from then on. He encourages these girls to go out to find jobs, or introduce them to suitable jobs, in short, to start a life that belongs to them only. He helped them out of compassion from the beginning, and he never thought of opening a big harem and doing something cool.

Only a handful of people who were unwilling to go out to find a job, he was sent to the Iserlen.

After meeting with Roland and his wife, they chatted for a while and Diana took him to the core database of the moon. Before he had a long talk with Diana—in fact, he repeated what he had told Harman—Diana promised to open up all the minutes of previous SEELE meetings to him, and he intends to listen to it from beginning to end.

So of course, he didn't return until late today. He was having dinner with Roland and his wife.

When he returned home, Minerva and Lux ​​were sitting in the living room, but one person was missing. Lacus covered her eyes with her arm, and leaned against the sofa decadently. Minerva saw Ed coming in, trot to him and shoved a piece of paper into his hand timidly.

The paper neatly wrote this paragraph:

I didn't know how to say goodbye to the person in my life who could not be lost, so I left without saying goodbye. I will not say sorry, because I am not sorry for you.

I'm still a witch, but you are no longer a paramecium.

let's break up.

C.C.

The third volume, the final love song, end.

Second volume preview

Still a long night without answers,

"Wang does not act, how will his subordinates follow?"

The pain of each other is closely connected,

"I'm a boy, sorry..."

Who will inherit the end of the journey,

"A scum like you can't live."

Who can see the end of the world,

"Your distortion, let me cut it off!"

Weeping full of light and hope,

"Even so, I have a world I want to protect!"

Resound with your gentle voice.

"Stella!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Second volume, roar towards the future.

"Now, Ed, do you know why the snow is white?"

Author's message:

PS: This volume was originally intended to be a bit darker and Tomino, but it was sprayed and compressed and the plot was compressed to catch up. As a result, the story was not dealt with properly, and subscriptions dropped. After learning the lesson, either do not write or read the book review.

PS2: The second of the five scenes I want to write in this book is written. The moonlight cannon shoots Gremmy, which is cool and well thought out. One of them is in the trailer. Guess what it is, there is no prize for the correct guess.

PS3: How can the heroine have not been on PV.

④Roar towards the future