I have several guesses as to the identity of the outsider.

The first type is enemies.Whether it is my enemy or the enemy of my ex-fiancé whom I have never met, it is worth noting.

The second type... The other party is related to me, or to my fiancé in this world.

In short, in short... it shouldn't be me, right?And I always feel that that person looks a little familiar...

I held my breath and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away sounded, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it wasn't for me... No, how could I be so naive.

But since the other party walked fast, it proved that there was no tense hostile relationship...at least not direct hostility.

In other words... the second possibility is higher, right?

I'm a little restless, I don't know if it's the worry about the unknown or other reasons.

After grabbing a professional book and forcing myself to calm down, I began to analyze my current situation and follow-up responses.

First of all... Wait a minute to check the phone book to see if I can get some information from those half-baked people. The first priority at present is to find [my] real address, and then look for other clues based on personal clues.

If my hometown in this world is also in Morioh...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being startled, and the question that I had deliberately ignored was suddenly spread out in front of my eyes - if Duwang Town exists, what about Bugarati and the others?

I looked at the calendar, and it was March 3th, two weeks before I left Italy for Japan, and 15 days before Bucciarati and I broke up.

I stood up, and my originally chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

Here, I still have things to do.

****

It was not difficult to find my place outside. After all, I have the key here, and when I handed over the form of community activities to the black-haired girl yesterday, I memorized the address under the pretext of changing my home address.

Sure enough, it was exactly as I expected, because I often live outside, and for the convenience of notification, the mailing address I left was the address of the house I rented out.

"Are you going to change your address?" The black-haired girl's name is Lydia, and I don't have the same mentor as me, but because her mother is Japanese, we have a good relationship.At this moment, she leaned over curiously and glanced at it, "Is it because the landlord refuses to rent it or something? Are you in trouble?"

"It's nothing... Forget it, I won't change my address in the near future." I returned the form and sighed as if trying to hide it.

Lydia did not doubt that he was there, but after receiving the form, she was still a little worried: "Okay...is it because of your boyfriend?"

"...Eh?" I was taken aback by this, "You know?"

I thought my marriage was so secret, so making a boyfriend was a secret...

"Of course I know." Lydia said with a look of wanting to complain, "After all, the reason you refused to go to the bar with us last time was because you were afraid that the man who approached you would be killed by your boyfriend."

Me: "..." Hey—did I say that—I'm really starting to worry about myself now, in various senses.

"So... is it because of your boyfriend?" Lydia obviously looked like a good student, but at this moment she couldn't hide her gossip, "I saw it once from a distance before, it was That person, right? He's handsome but looks a bit fierce."

"..." Who is it, you should make it clearer!The corner of my mouth twitched, my face was calm, "It's better than Ma Baonan, right?"

"Ah—that's right—" Lydia showed an expression of approval, "It's true that Italy is full of baby boys."

Me: "..." You have risen to the level of a map cannon all of a sudden!

"Forget it, I won't press you! You and your boyfriend have a very good relationship, I should be overthinking." Lydia smiled and said in a casual tone, "After all, you got a scholarship before Later, I joked that I would use it to support my boyfriend."

Me: "..." Wait——!What's going on! ?What's wrong with me in this world? !Have you started raising a little boy yet? !Could it be that I forced someone to get married and then the other party was late? !

"Huh? Gloria, what's wrong with you? Are you looking bad?"

"No...it's nothing." I forced myself to calm down.

Well, it's impossible, I will never do business at a loss.It is impossible to get married if you really have a handsome face.

Regardless of the problem of the little boy, the most important thing at the moment is...

"Lydia, do you have a computer there? I want to check some information."

"Huh? I can't afford it... If you want to check the materials, go to the library to borrow the school. Remember to bring your student ID."

****

There is still a difference between the school's internal network and the external network, but there is one advantage... It is quite comprehensive and convenient to log in to the internal network to view students' personal information.

Especially looking at your own personal information.

[GloriaVReinherz (IchigenShinomiya), place of birth: Morioh Town, S City, Japan]

Is it still Duwang Town...

My heart began to come alive, I stood up suddenly, ran to the public phone booth, and dialed a familiar number.

The opposite side was quickly connected.

[Hi, hello, this is the Dongfang family. 】

"...Hello?" Hearing the familiar voice, I suddenly became cautious and asked a little stammeringly, "You, hello... Do you know Sigong Wuyue?"

【Why?Four palaces and five months... Sorry, I don't know...]

"Sorry! That must be my typo!"

【It doesn't matter.Ah, wait, I remember that there is indeed a family named Sigong in our small town, I can go and ask for you...]

"I'm really sorry! Don't bother you, I will find it myself!"

I apologized and hung up the phone.

——A point of divergence in the world has emerged.

In this world, although I am still in Morioh Town, our family has not become neighbors with the Dongfang family.

In other words... I don't know Aunt Tomoko or Jousuke.

If my mother still died when I was ten years old, that is to say, I started to live alone when I was ten years old... Well——wait to go to my residence to look at the passport and check the entry and exit records to find out .

If I don't go back frequently or even haven't been back in the past few years since I came out, it proves that I don't know much about Duwang Town.

I stood in the phone booth and hesitated for a long time. My heart was broken, I picked up the receiver again, and dialed another number.

[Hello, hello. 】

I tried my best to make my voice sound normal: "Hello...Excuse me, is Mr. Bugarati here?"

【Looking for Mr. Bucciarati?Hold on……】

"Wait a minute, no need, I just want to ask one thing..." I took a deep breath and asked, "Excuse me, does Mr. Bugarati have any women who are dating?"

【……Why? ] The manager of the restaurant also sounded dumbfounded, and then raised his voice a bit, I don't know if it was because of excitement or something else, he started to stutter, [Wait, wait, you, you are...]

I waited patiently, and the store manager continued: [At least I haven't heard... Are you interested in Mr. Bugarati... For this kind of thing, it's best to ask me face to face ! 】

I hung up the phone with a slap, and after being frozen in place for a while, I slowly squatted down, raised my hand to cover my face, and bit my lip tightly to prevent myself from making a sound.

I felt emotions rushing up in an instant, like a carbonated soda that fell to the ground and rolled for several laps and exploded like the lid was finally opened.

Great, this time everyone is still alive.

Too bad none of them have anything to do with me this time.

****

In order not to let others mistakenly think that there is a lovelorn woman blocking the phone booth here to affect social order, I quickly adjusted my expression and walked out.

After confirming what I wanted to know the most, I became unmotivated.

After taking back the phone card, I went back to the dormitory, took my key and walked slowly to my address outside.

The residence is four streets away from the school, neither too far nor too close, and it is an apartment model.

I came to the door according to the address I remembered before, checked the house number, inserted the key, opened the door, and was taken aback for a moment.

It wasn't because the room was unexpected, but because of the bouquet of roses placed on the coffee table in the living room.

I know I've never been in the habit of buying myself flowers, so this is...

"Are you back?" The light-blond young man who came out of the bedroom leaned against the door frame, raised his other hand to rest on the other side, squinted, "Have you calmed down?"

……Hey?

****

Small theater (spoof direction): Things that may have happened—————

Hall Maggio: Hahahaha, let me tell you that I saw Prosciut's woman on the way here just now!The woman said she raised him with a scholarship hahahahaha!

Prosciutto: ...Do you want to die?

Bessie: Big brother is amazing!

Prosciutto: ...

Iruzo: Hahahahaha!

Meloni: I'm so envious, I also want to...

Prosciutto: ? ? ?what do you want

Risut Niero: Stop arguing... (seriously) Okay, so, how much is your women's scholarship?

The author has something to say: I’m just talking about getting rid of photo memes after fighting Plot, not memes (seriously) but like jojo, I’m not a human anymore, and BOKI still wants to play memes... (be more sober)

PS: Actually, there were people who wanted me to join the team at the time... The reasons were: ① betraying the boss in order to get enough money for the marriage sounded like true love; The heroine has 99 roses, made of iron, fresh and hot, unique.

I felt that this was indeed true love and was very moved, and then rejected this line.

PPS: My gay friend is a devil... After watching the new episode of JO, I want to see the IF of Boo Boo who survived the body of the boss...

Me: What about Trish!Suddenly have a stepfather and stepmother at the same time! ?You devil!

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