Summary: My daily life can't be so strange

Is this a game department that has stepped into another world?

As soon as Kitami Zegawa came up with this idea, he vetoed it.

Even the game department of another world is certainly not what it is now.

He suddenly thought of one of the seven strange stories circulating in the school.

It is said that in the middle of the night, some ghosts transform some rooms to transform into beautiful girls.

Once someone walks into this room, they will be trapped in it, entangled by beautiful girls, and will never get out.

“That’s right, it definitely is! It’s finally coming to an end, my peaceful routine! ”

Grabbing the wooden stick behind the door as a weapon, his body tensed, vigilantly observing every corner.

“What are you doing, Kitami-san?”

Quickly turning around, Kitami Sawagawa saw that it was Megumi Kato and did not let his guard down.

“So that’s it, incarnating as Kato-san to relax my guard?”

He muttered to himself and pointed his stick at her.

“It’s a really good idea, it’s a pity that your calculation is wrong, even if it’s Kato-san, I won’t show mercy.”

“…… Whatever. ”

Untying the cleaned skirt, Megumi Kato crossed him and walked to the window to push it open.

The refreshing breeze blew on her delicate face, making her squint her eyes comfortably.

The spirit that was tired from cleaning the whole room also lifted up a little.

“Are you really Megumi Kato?” Kitami Sarakawa walked over and kept a certain distance from her.

“Kitami-san, there are no two Megumi Kato in this world.” She said seriously.

“It seems that everyday life is true, and strange talk is false.”

Disappointmentd, he put down the stick and stood beside Megumi Kato, looking at the scenery outside the window.

“Isn’t that a normal thing? Strange talk is just something that people have imagined, and I don’t understand why Kitami-san is disappointed because of this. ”

“Kato-san won’t understand.”

“I don’t understand what you said.”

“You don’t understand when I said it.”

“You don’t say how do I understand?”

“Those who understand me don’t have to say.”

“Don’t say how others understand you?”

“……”

End of conversation without nutrition.

Kitami Sawakawa glanced at the suddenly new room again: “So, this place is all cleaned by Kato-san alone?” ”

Megumi Kato nodded, carefully looking at the sweat that remained on her fair forehead:

“Originally, I wanted to wait for Kitami-san to clean up after he came, but I didn’t wait.”

Minister Kitami was deeply ashamed.

He would be late – because he was attracted to the healthy and energetic thighs of the girls in the dance stick club on the playground.

The ministry member was cleaning hard, while he, the minister, was watching his thighs outside…

Such a comparison, there is no doubt – Kitami-kun, you are a scumbag!

After scolding himself, the scum Beijian felt a little better in his heart, so he reluctantly forgave himself.

But I didn’t see that Miss Kato’s female strength was so strong.

When she gets married in the future, she must be a good wife.

“Hard work for you, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Kitami Zekawa, who only set up yesterday that he would no longer be a tea boy, willingly broke his vows for Miss Kato.

“I’ll do it anyway.” Megumi Kato took a head start.

Kitami Saigawa was silent for a while: “Could it be that Kato-san is disgusted with the tea I made?” ”

She didn’t answer, but the wordless attitude already spoke for itself.

Kitami Zegawa looked out the window with a gloomy gaze.

“The tea is ready.” A cup of hot tea is in your hand.

Kitami Zegawa took a shallow sip, and the aromatic taste of black tea spread in the mouth, full of fragrant.

Well, when it comes to making tea, I admit that you are indeed better than me!

The room is bright and has a wide view, which is completely different from before.

Stay here with tea, even if everything is good, the mood will be better.

“What are the club activities of the game club?” After drinking a cup of tea, Megumi Kato asked.

“Tea? Go to bed? Idle? See the view? Kitami Zekawa withdrew his gaze and said his usual activities in the game department.

“……. Didn’t make a game? ”

“Making a game?” He shook his head in surprise: “In addition to the script, game production also needs to have script development, illustrators, etc., and we don’t have enough members.” ”

“Didn’t you read yesterday’s content for nothing…..,” Kato muttered.

“Don’t feel that doing nothing here is wasting your youth, but you don’t know that most people in this world are just like us.”

He paused: “If you are really bored, you can play games.” ”

“What game?”

“Classic game!”

Kitami Zekawa walked to the corner.

The boxes were sorted, and he could easily see the red-and-white machine whose shell had oxidized and yellowed without rummaging.

In addition to that, some game cartridges were found.

Super Mario, MapleStory, tank battles, bloody basketball… There is also an epoch-making RPG game, Dragon Quest.

Sleeping memories began to attack him.

“Kato-san should know very little about these things, right?” He held up the red and white machine and sighed.

Megumi Kato nodded her chin, these things were older than her.

“Then, as an acting minister, I need to introduce you.”

He begins in detail about the birth of these games, their heyday and how they fell.

Megumi Kato listened with little understanding, but still very patient.

But most of the time, she responds to each other in a flat tone such as “um”, “this ah”, “how awesome” and “what a pity”.

Half an hour later, Kitami Zegawa abruptly stopped explaining.

Because he found that Miss Kato’s eyes had lost their highlights.

“You must be impatient to say too much, do you want to experience it yourself?”

The eyes regained color, and Megumi Kato thought for a moment and asked, “Is there any one that can be played with?” ”

“This.”

He singled out the tank battle from a crowd of game cartridges.

“Then play this.”

The old VA interface of the last century has been eliminated, and it is still quite difficult to use.

Finding the adapter cable in the box, Kitami Zekawa pondered for a while before successfully outputting the screen to the computer.

One controller per person, start entering the game.

Two tanks, one yellow and one green, appeared on the screen.

Death.

Death.

Death.

Death.

After dying a dozen times, Megumi Kato adapted to the gameplay and began to have a gaming experience.

“Kitami-san, I can’t keep it.”

“Coming, soon.”

“There is a prop here, Kitami-san, you can eat it.”

“You eat it yourself, I want to clear the level without props.”

“New tanks have appeared, are they going to attack directly?”

“Be careful, their defense is high!”

“……”

After playing more than forty levels in a row, Megumi Kato rubbed her tired and sour eyes, forcibly picked up her spirits, and played a few more levels.

“The reinforced tank is coming, quickly retreat.”

“Why isn’t Kato-san moving?”

“Be careful!”

Along with what was protected, it was pierced by enemy tanks, and the word defeat appeared on the screen.

Kitami Zekawa turned his head slightly, saw the sleeping face leaning on his shoulder, and the question he wanted to ask was instantly held back.

Pursing her pink lips, she made a steady and weak breathing sound, her beautiful sleeping face was peaceful and calm, and her eyelashes trembled slightly on her closed eyes.

Probably playing too engrossed, he didn’t even notice that Megumi Kato was leaning on his shoulder.

Cleaning such a large room by one person must not be enough physical strength – Kitami Sawagawa thought about the reason why Megumi Kato would fall asleep.

Normal people feel dissatisfied, and she doesn’t even complain.

Looking at the girl’s face, Kitami Zegawa suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Turning off the game, he gently held the girl’s head, folded two books into a pillow, and gently put it down.

After thinking about it, he took off his coat again and covered hers.

After doing all this, he turned out a literary book, sat next to her, and read it quietly.

The last rays of the afternoon sun slipped in through the window and fell on them.

The two separated shadows, under the changing light, touched for the first time.

And then.

The sun sets, the slanting sun disappears, and the shadows part.