[Comprehensive] My marriage partner changed again after rebirth

I think there's something wrong with Bucciarati's new relatives.

In what age, there is still such a frighteningly suffocating superstitious thinking!

Maybe it was because my emotions were too obvious, and Bugarati, who sent me back to my residence, took my hand: "Don't worry about Mista's words."

"Rather than caring about it, it's better to say it's inexplicable..." I said with a straight face, "And the middle pronunciation of Mista's name is the same as the homonym of 'four' in Chinese. Shouldn't he change his name first?"

"Gloria!" Bugarati called me suddenly and seriously.

I hummed, looked up at him, and blinked.

The other party said solemnly: "Don't tell Mista about this matter, he will really change his name."

"...Okay." Next time, I must tell him as soon as possible and let him change his name to Miranda.

After getting in touch with this time, I already have a basic understanding of Bugarati.

At least I have an understanding of his attitude towards me.

So after hesitating for a while, I looked at the way my little sister next to me spoke patiently, calmed down, and decided to take the lead in probing: "Speaking of it... Fuge was admitted to university when he was 13 years old, right? He this year How old are you?"

"It's 16 years old." Bugarati replied with a puzzled expression, "Gloria, have you forgotten this?"

"...Well, there are a lot of things recently, and I always forget things."

"Is it also a symptom of premarital phobia?"

"..." I took a deep look at the other party, and after confirming that the other party was asking seriously and not sarcastic, I said in a deep voice, "Yes."

I was already in university when Fuge entered school. Although I was seven years older than Fuge, I studied language one year earlier and suspended school because of my mother’s death in primary school. Therefore, I enrolled in Fuge. When I was 20 years old, I was only a sophomore.Italian universities have a three-year undergraduate course, am I graduating now...?Or is it because you can't pass the graduation defense to repeat the grade...

Also, Bugarati mentioned him...

I couldn't help but look at him, who looked over with a questioning expression.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just thought I'm older than you..." After I guessed this conclusion, I was a little concerned.

"It's only three years older." Bugarati's tone sounded very sincere, "And Gloria, you are so young that you can't even tell."

... I just guessed that you are really younger than me and three years younger than me! ?You are only 20 years old, why did you step into the grave of marriage so early? I am not the type of IKEA IKEA. What do you like about me? ?

besides!I was so young!The way you just talked was so fucking infuriating!I'm also very curious about what I saw in you!

Although Bugarati is three years younger than me, I really can't tell!Although it is said that a younger sister's head will make people look younger, but he certainly does not belong to this range!

He feels very stable and trustworthy.

His relatives and friends can vaguely feel that the group is centered on him. Everyone may have their own small conflicts, but they all listen to him... Of course, there is also the possibility of superiors and subordinates.This conjecture remains to be verified.

On the way he sent me back, I saw an old man who greeted him very familiarly, and some asked for help... It seemed that he was also trusted by the local residents... Wait!Speaking of which... what does Bugarati do! ?

Only after meeting relatives and friends did I realize this important question - what is the profession of my fiancé?

My eyes couldn't help falling on my younger sister who was patiently talking to an old woman on the street.

Hmm... just by looking at what he did...

...Street committee mediators?

This conjecture was later rejected.

Because I tentatively asked: "Buccarati, is there any problem with your recent work?"

"Huh? It doesn't matter. I've been doing well recently, and there's nothing special about it." Bugarati smiled, his blue-gray eyes were clear, and his tone was calm, "As for the wedding date, I will apply for a holiday with the organization in advance. .”

"..." My smile was a little stiff at that moment.

organize!This guy said it was for the organization, right? ?

In other places, the organization may still be able to talk about cults, but in Italy, it can only be that, that!

Italian specialty - pasta... Ah no! mafia! ! !

Bald head, that bastard Bai Lan also said that he was going to rule the world, then ran to establish his own family power and became the boss of the mafia. Is this still a mafia?

What's going on?Can I escape the curse of the Mafia as long as I associate with Italians?

So it's not a group of relatives and friends at all, but a real superior and subordinate! ?

It was probably because my expression collapsed for a moment, but Bugarati, who came back to me, was very sharp at this moment: "What's wrong? Are you still suffering from premarital phobia?"

...the reason is really omnipotent.

No... I said, do you know what premarital phobia means?Do you really believe it?

I looked at him, faced his serious expression, took a deep breath, and asked, "Buggarati, can I ask you a question?"

Maybe it's because my tone is a little dignified, and the other party also became a little serious: "Although I'm not sure if I can answer, but I will try my best."

"It doesn't have to be so serious...well, it's indeed a serious question." I sighed, and asked the question that had been buried in my heart since we first met, "You...what do you like about me? "

Bugarati didn't seem to expect this question, and was taken aback for a moment, then replied without any hesitation: "It's your sense of justice."

"...Huh?" Even though I knew this guy was not taking the usual path, I was still stunned, "What?"

"When I told you my identity before, Gloria, you said something."

A smile appeared on Bugarati's face, and I was still hesitating—what did I say?I'm not the kind of caring persona, how can I touch the other person's heart with just one sentence?

I waited for a while without waiting for a follow-up, and couldn't help asking: "What did I say?"

"You said at the time... If I did something that you didn't approve of, you would call the police." Bugarati said, as if caught in some good memory, with a bit of emotion in his tone.

I listened dumbfounded - wait? !Big brother...ah no, little brother!I don't understand your logic!Do you think I can be the one who makes you rein in the critical moment and be happy! ?Not quite right!

...Well, if you are really so enlightened, can't you turn yourself in?

Fortunately, it didn't confuse me for too long, and the other party continued: "You retain a sense of justice with a firm self-principle, and your understanding and support for my ideas in subsequent interactions are the reasons why I am moved."

"...Okay, I understand, don't say any more." I raised my hand to cover my face, turned my head away, and my cheeks were a little hot.

It's okay, I believe you really love me!But I'm sorry that I don't know what your philosophy is at all!I am so ashamed of this true love!

"Ah, of course, Gloria, I have to remind you that the police are not as useful as you think..."

"Okay, you don't need to say this."

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Other things aside... Bucciarati does give people a sense of security and trust.

You can see that I recognized the other party's character in less than a day. Generally speaking, I am still a relatively cautious person.

When I got home, I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the surrounding furnishings with a subtle sense of absurdity and discomfort.

After all, I was directly living in the school dormitory at the time. Later, when Bai Lan started to rule the world, he returned to his hometown in Japan to avoid being implicated.Although Japan was also implicated not long after that...but I have never rented this place.

But the layout of the room and everything inside is a bit familiar.

This contrast makes me a little uncomfortable.

I sat down, made myself a cup of coffee and took a sip. I felt that my mind was almost clear before I started to take the next step.

First of all, let's confirm the situation of this world.

But you can't startle the snake.

According to what Zhengyi told me, Bailan can share consciousness with himself in the parallel world. Now it seems that the world is still normal, which means that Bailan has not made any moves... But if my weirdness is exposed and he suspects me It's over.

So... what kind of person is Zhengyi in this world?

Can you trust it?Can I say something to him?

I walked to my desk absently and sat down, opened the lower left drawer, and found a slightly old notebook.

After opening it, I felt a little more at ease when I saw the familiar handwriting and tone on it.

Fortunately, I am still me.

And after reading the diary, my bad premonition at the beginning gradually became a reality.

This is a whole new world. My hometown is not Bishori but a small town called Moriohcho.

My mother took me to live there and died when I was ten.This time it was not Aunt Irie, but our neighbor, an aunt named Dongfang Tomoko, to help take care of me.

So I naturally didn't have the bamboo horse Irie Masaichi, but a younger brother Dongfang Josuke who was six years younger than myself.

It is worth mentioning that Higashika Jousuke, like me, is also a single-parent family without a father since birth.

Maybe it's because of this that my mother asked Aunt Tomoko to take care of me...

Looking at the familiar words and intimate complaints in the diary, my heart calmed down a little.

——In this world, I don't have the bamboo horse Masayoshi Irikawa, so I naturally wouldn't know Bailan Jesso.

——I will no longer experience the miserable life of being abandoned before marriage and being hunted down for several years because of the guy who abandoned me.

I took a deep breath, turned on the computer and began to search for information, and began to call familiar classmates and teachers to confirm according to the contact information in the address book.

"Ah, long time no see. I want to inquire about someone... No, it's just that someone asked me, so I came here to inquire. Thank you, sorry for bothering you."

"...It's like this, I still need to trouble you."

"Hmm... called Fugo, Pannacott Fugo... Eh? Dropped out of school... ahaha, yes, it was very famous at the time, but I am forgetful..."

"...Hey?! Thesis!? I forgot! Tell me when it's due! I'm busy these days...well, yes, busy with dating...don't hang up the phone!"

After a series of sounding phone calls, I confirmed that my social circles had changed, but there were repetitions.Fortunately, I did graduate my undergraduate degree last year, but I took the postgraduate entrance examination to continue my studies.

And Zhengyi was not in this school, neither was Bailan.

Maybe it exists in another part of the world, or maybe...it doesn't exist at all.

Naturally, Fuge was not accepted by Bai Lan, but was expelled for beating the professor shortly after enrolling.

It's as if everything was disrupted and randomly reorganized after being reset. There are familiar places, but more are strange.

Could it be because that world was destroyed and regenerated after Bai Lan tried to cross the parallel world at that time... I don't understand the reason at all, but it definitely has something to do with Bai Lan!

Anyway, it must be Bai Lan's fault!

...or quantum mechanics!

What's worse... because I know Bai Lan's ability, I don't even dare to investigate Bai Lan's situation in this world carefully, for fear of being noticed by him.

However, it was precisely because I maintained a cautious and cowardly evasive attitude that I was able to survive till the end in the last world and beat Bai Lan to death.

...Ah, I would also like to thank Pengelie Shidaimu.

I will pray for Bai Lan every time he curses.

After temporarily figuring out the status quo, my heart also settled down a little bit.

According to the time point of the last world... the world has basically completely collapsed now, and there are still signs of peace.

In other words...at least I am safe now, at least my current world is normal and harmless.

Maybe this time I can get rid of that impotent mixture of resentment and regret and unwillingness.

Now I just have to get used to it.And for me, who used to change places and identities every month for three or four years, this is really not a difficult thing.

As for the others...

I turned to a page of the diary and my eyes froze.

[I think sometimes Bugarati's brain circuit is straighter than the track of a bowling ball, until the direction of the person is slightly out of alignment and he falls into the ditch!

For example, when I was chatting with him a few days ago, he talked about his occupation... gangsters and so on, in fact, I can almost guess... After all, the mediators of the street committee don't mediate by beating gangsters, right? ...It's not the simple folk customs of Naples...

Although in a way it is very simple.

In short, when he said this, I also expressed my own opinion, and said that I appreciate what you are doing now is righteous, so I will be proud of you, but if other illegal things such as drug trafficking are involved, we may be afraid. It's breaking off and I'm going to call the police and send you and your gang to the police.

I said it very seriously, and the other party listened very carefully.

I thought I was protecting our future friendship and warning in advance, but the other party said very seriously that I will leave it to you after that...

I suddenly felt a sense of mission, so I nodded seriously.

We looked at each other silently, our eyes met, and everything was in silence.

That's what I thought.

Like today I was suddenly told that we were actually dating and the ceremony was done that day.

I haven't turned around yet, I need to sort out what I said that day.

In addition to sending games, there must be something more important!Come to think of it!my brain! ! ! 】

"..." I read this page with a serious face, and nodded very firmly, "The case has been solved! He cheated the marriage!"

The author has something to say: In short, if you don’t understand, it’s right to blame Bailan!

Hostess: I'm probably the last person who knows I'm going to get married (not

The world of Erzhoumu is the cloth sister line, guaranteed to be sweet! (thumbs up)

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Thanks to Li Ye, Iris_Tungtree, Simple Landmine