Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

"Jing, that kid would be good if he had half of your ability, obviously he didn't look bad, but he just didn't have a boyfriend!"

These were the first words Hiratsuka Shizuka heard when she stepped into the house.

From the old mother's dear spit on.

Hiratsuka

Jing: "..." Embarrassingly stepped on the floor a few times, making some noises, Hiratsuka Jing coughed lightly, pretending to have just returned home and walked into the living room, pretending to raise his hand without incident:

"Mom, I'm back..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the yin and yang strange anger of the dear old mother.

"Yo yo, who is this dog?" Glancing at her useless dog, Mrs. Hiratsuka sniffled and showed a satisfied expression:

"The fragrance of this single dog is as refreshing as ever!"

"..." The yin and yang strange aura from the old mother made Hiratsuka Jing a little uneasy, and he wanted to turn away, but he was curious about the so-called 'friend'.

Pretending not to hear it, Hiratsuka turned his head and his gaze fell on the woman sitting opposite his mother with a gentle smile on her face.

The woman lightly opened her red lips, and the corners of her mouth outlined a perfect arc:

"Didn't Jing tell you?" She has the Lord. Mother

Hiratsuka: "Huh? Just by her?

Shizune Hiratsuka: "Huh? Just by me? ... Bah! It's up to me! Feeling

the disdainful gaze flash over his body, Hiratsuka quietly straightened up his full and plump chest, and snorted disdainfully at his old mother.

"Duh."

Then looking at the cup that was crushed by the old mother, his temperament was instantly slumped.

"Huh." Pouting disdainfully, Mrs. Hiratsuka turned her head and looked at the woman in front of her, her face instantly brightened:

"Then you can talk, Auntie will make you tea."

"You're in trouble, Auntie." Looking at the old mother Hiratsuka who got up, the woman smiled and thanked her.

After Mrs. Hiratsuka left, the woman did not pay attention to Hiratsuka Jing, who was standing by the door, but casually picked up the books that Hiratsuka's father often read on the coffee table and flipped through them with care.

And looking at the woman's self-familiar appearance, Hiratsuka Jing suddenly rose a touch of irritability, and she couldn't stand a strange woman relying on her own name to wander around at home.

And even after just going through tracking.

So with a straight face, Hiratsuka sat opposite the woman with a hint of vigilance in her eyes, and said coldly:

"Who are you?" I don't remember your so-called friend. "

“... Who am I? Looking Hiratsuka up and down in surprise, silent for a moment, the woman put down the book covering her face a little, and smiled a little helplessly

, "Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, it is quite sad to be forgotten by you."

“... Uh..." Looking at the woman's unpretentious expression, it was Hiratsuka's turn to be embarrassed.

Looking blankly, Hiratsuka Shizuka racked his brain and thought for a long time, and finally his eyes opened and suddenly realized.

"Sorry, I forgot!" With his hands on the table, Hiratsuka bowed his head and sincerely apologized.

Woman: "..."

Occasionally, you also show an interesting side. A chuckle appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the woman put down the book, her slender and rounded legs curled under the wrapping of semi-transparent black silk.

Between the superposition, an alluring snow-white is squeezed out under the black silk.

It's just that both are plump and plump mature women, so this allure loses its effect.

The woman's ridiculous and familiar appearance and the feeling of inexplicable rise made Hiratsuka subconsciously relax her vigilance, and pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly:

"I'm sorry for forgetting about you, but can't you really wake me up first?"

"Reminder?" The woman blinked, then took a photo out of her bag and placed it on the table.

Subconsciously reached out and picked it up, and his gaze jerked at the moment he fell into the photo.

In the photo, the strange self and the woman in front of him are sitting on the sofa, with a faint but warm smile on their faces.

Of course, this is not the most concerning thing.

The most interesting thing is the man sitting between two women in the photo.

His head suddenly vacated, as if there was no original, but this kind of strange thing, the photo of himself and the woman in front of him seem to be used to it.

He stretched out his hands, landed on the slender waists of the two women, and took the two women into his arms, and the two women not only did not struggle, but naturally leaned and snuggled....

"What is this..." A strange feeling mixed with a familiar heart-wrenching feeling kept passing through his heart, looking at the photo in his hand, Hiratsuka's voice was a little astringent.

"This is the photo we left with the owner, and I don't know why, the owner's head and the name of the owner on the paper in all the photos will suddenly disappear like this."

It can even be said that everything about the master, even your memories, is being forgotten by the world little by little. Brows furrowed, and after the woman thought for a moment, her gaze fell on Shizune Hiratsuka, who was frozen.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and he took out two photos again:

"I'm a little excited, do you want to take a look?"

Subconsciously lowering his head, Hiratsuka Shizuka picked up the photo.

In the photo, the two women gaze at each other affectionately, seductive blushing and confused gazes, long hair to the waist, ten fingers interlocked.

What a pair of lilies blooming with holy light and emotion!

For a while, Hiratsuka Jing was a little foolish.

The woman didn't bother either, but with a smile on the corner of her mouth, a soft gaze in her eyes, and quietly looked at Hiratsuka Shizuma.

Until....

Hiratsuka Shizune raised her head in horror and pointed to

the photo: "Speaking of which, let's not talk about why the two of us are fruitful, what is the use of this big iron rod between us that exceeds the scope of the photo?"

“... No... I don't know..." Awkwardly looking away, the woman stammered:

"Great... Probably some kind of tool to unclog the pipe..." Quietly

putting down the photo, Hiratsuka subconsciously did not ask.

And the woman did not know what she was thinking and did not speak.

The two suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Until....

"Michiko, Michiko Mizuhara..."

until Michiko's voice sounded again.

Looking at Hiratsuka Shizuma, who was a little dazed in front of her, Michiko pursed her red lips and revealed a soft smile:

"It's really good to be able to find you again....

Jing..."

............

Inside the dimly lit room.

Dust wanders in the air.

Littered garbage obscures every inch of the floor.

On the pink bed, Jia Baili wrapped herself in a quilt, her eyes covered with dark circles faced the fluorescent tablet, and the godless azure eyes watched the message on the tablet, sliding inch by inch.

From that day the world suddenly shattered and reorganized, after experiencing the pain of being stripped of most of her power, Jia Baili has been looking for the whereabouts of the rest of the others.

But....

Can't find it....

No matter what method is used.

I just can't find it.

"If, I mean if, one day I'm really gone, Jia Baili, they, can I please you?"] The

promised promise is like a tarsal maggot, eroding reason inch by inch, devouring his memory little by little.

On the desk, next to the inkless pen.

On the unfolded notes, there are remnants of handwriting.

Turns into fluorescence.