[Comprehensive] My marriage partner changed again after rebirth

I feel like I've been tricked, and I have evidence, but there seems to be no place to appeal.

I don't write in my diary every day, but the information on it is enough for me to sort out my simple interpersonal relationship.

That's right, it's simplicity.

Although the people I deal with feel very complicated, but the relationship is really very simple.

My relatives: Tomoko Higashika (the aunt entrusted by my mother to take care of me), Jousuke Higashika (Aunt Tomoko’s son, brother who is six years younger than me), Ryohei Higashika (Tomoko’s father, according to the diary, passed away a few months ago , and I rushed over to attend the funeral), Shinomiya Mayzuki (my mother, like the world before me, died when I was ten years old)

My friends: Tsuji Aya (according to the diary, she also disappeared in an accident, and it is said that there is a shadow of a gangster), Fuge (I don’t know why I am a friend, but I will ask him for advice when I write a thesis. We should be friends now, otherwise I won’t be able to find a friend who makes up the number)

My fiancé: Bugarati (but I think he cheated the marriage)

After much calculation... I seem to have only this little circle of people.

It's really small and simple.

The timeline of this world doesn't seem to be anything special. At the age of 19, I was admitted to a university here and came to Italy. Fortunately, I met Bugarati instead of Bailana.

...Although it is kind of ghostly in a way.

I sighed and flipped through my diary absent-mindedly.

【I don't know how to comfort Jousuke, I think he looks a little bad, as if he blamed himself for his grandfather's death.Maybe there is a reason I don't know... It feels like my little boy has grown up overnight.

He also has Aunt Tomoko, who will grow into a man who can protect his mother.Unlike me, even if I grow up, I lose the opportunity to protect my mother. 】

【Jousuke said he found his father.I'm happy for him but also a little upset.I always thought that Aunt Tomoko was cheated by the married old man, but she just liked the old man, and in order not to disturb other people's families, she lived quietly and raised Jousuke alone.Then I was upset and thought of another thing - my own father is still missing.

I always thought it was good to think about Jousuke in this way.I asked Jousuke what kind of person his father was, and he muttered that he was a weird person, but he should be quite happy hearing his tone, and suddenly felt a little envious. 】

I sighed when I saw this, and closed the diary.

Other people's own fathers have been found, and I don't even know if my own father is still alive.

As far as Mommy said before, she is pure and cute, has red hair like me, and has canine teeth, so there is no other information!What's the use of telling me his surname is Rhine Hertz!I can't find this person! My mother must have been cheated!

I sighed again and opened the diary again.

The page I turned to happened to be the day I was proposed.

【Today, Bugarati proposed.This was a bit of a surprise to me.It's not about the matter itself, but that he actually proposed according to the way of normal people!

I'm all ready to get married one day and I don't know that I'm going to get married, but it's still very normal to propose it at dinner with a ring! ?

Actually, I should say no.After all, Bucciarati is still young... Although he looks quite mature, he is more mature than me both in appearance and psychology.And according to the curse my mom said, I'm over 20 years old and I will definitely not be able to get married...

But I still agreed.

Maybe it's because of the look in the other person's eyes.

There is a feeling that I can trust him.

I want to trust him. 】

"..." My eyes fell on the ring on the ring finger of my left hand, and I murmured, "Do you believe..."

If I say so... just try to believe it.

In this new, harmless, safe world.

but……

"I always feel like I missed something important..." I muttered, frowning, and turned the pages of the diary unconsciously.

[I saw Fugo again today, because Bugarati urgently went to mediate the incident, and the two of us sat awkwardly.I inadvertently asked and learned that Fuge used to be a student of our school but dropped out of school for some reasons.

This incident seems to be quite famous, but I never eat melons in school, so I don't know that he is the genius boy in the same class as me.Of course, there is no reason, and I didn't ask in detail.It seems that Fugo is very sensitive to this topic. He seemed to relax a lot after I changed the subject without asking.

I couldn't help but talk about the topic I was working on and got some helpful advice.Awesome, next time I write a thesis, I can come and chat with the other party again.

But what kind of inspirational script is this for Fuge, "a genius boy stumbles, falls into a gangster and regains his life"...

I also took this opportunity to ask about Fugo and Bugarati's first encounter.After listening to it, I only think that Bugarati is a good person.

Of course, I didn't mean to issue a good person card to Bugarati. I put on the ring before issuing the card. I couldn't think about it. 】

"Hey...it turns out that the relationship between me and Fuge is because of the thesis...Damn! Fuck! The paper!?"

****

Because in the first week, my idiot ex-(fiancé) husband made trouble, I didn't graduate smoothly, and naturally I didn't have the graduation thesis.

So in this second week, when I suddenly remembered this incident, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Wait... What is my, my subject?I haven't studied for a long time. I haven't graduated before. Do I have to write a master's thesis now? !

I feel like I need to see Fugo right now! ! !

Brother Fugo!Have I discussed my graduation thesis with you before! ?From the perspective of my relationship with Bugarati, you must help my sister! ! !

With such a mood in mind, I hurried to the small restaurant where I met you yesterday the next day.

I'm lucky, everyone looks like they're having lunch there.Bugarati wasn't there, and the other four were sitting around eating pasta.

I ran forward and slapped the documents and computer in the empty space on the table, panting, "You four are all here..."

"Four?" Someone pricked up his ears quite sensitively.

"..." Are you finished?I ignored him, opened the chair and sat down, took a deep breath and said, "Fuge do me a favor..."

"Wait a minute!" The silver-haired young man who hadn't spoken much from the beginning looked over and frowned, "Are you Bugarati's fiancée?"

I froze for a moment, looked at this young man exuding the aura of "I'm Bugarati's number one best friend" all over his body, and said hesitantly: "If Bugarati didn't cheat...it's me."

"How could Bugarati do such a thing!" Apaki couldn't bear it and slammed the table, "I mean, you should ask Bugarati if you have something to do!"

"Ah, what are you talking about..." I was stunned, and my expression gradually became serious, "But no, only Fugo can help me with this."

Fuge was startled, and then became serious: "Could it be that..."

"That's right!" I said with a sad face, "It's my graduation thesis!"

"Ah... you mean the article "Analyzing the Peripherality of the Surrounding World and the Spatiality of Dasein from Hegedel's Theory"?"

"Yes... I think my topic is getting bigger, but I can't narrow it down now, so I have to bite the bullet. I'm a little confused in sorting out and summarizing the materials by myself. Can you help me? Also, take a look at my outline. What needs to be added, I dare not just hand it over to the instructor..."

"This is no problem." Fugo's expression was still serious, "However, there is a price for this."

"……what?"

After 10 minutes, I handed over my computer and materials to Fuge, and I sat at the small table on the other side, with a smile on my face, facing the purple-haired boy in a headscarf sitting in front of me He said carefully and kindly: "Come on, Nalanga, let's think about it again, how much is five multiplied by five?"

The purple-haired boy bit the tip of his pen and thought hard for a long time, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and said loudly: "I know! It's twenty!"

"..." My smile remained unchanged, "Let's do it again!"

"Hey? Is it wrong again?" Naranja's expression collapsed instantly.

"It's okay, let's take our time and we will learn." I didn't know whether I was comforting Nalanga or myself, I raised my hand and rubbed Nalanga's head, thinking, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as If you are willing to learn, you can always learn. You are either stupid or not yet enlightened in mathematics..."

I can't believe I can't teach a 17-year-old the nine-to-nine multiplication table!

****

After two hours, I gave up.

I don't think I can really teach.

But anyway, I forcibly instilled half of it!Although it's not five times six, he already knows five times five!

The moment Nalanga gave the correct answer, I had the urge to burst into tears.

Fugo also helped me with the documents, including Bugarati, who had already arrived an hour ago.I feel like they're watching me afterwards to see when I'm going to lose my temper.

Maybe even set up a gamble in private.

I swear I'm going to have a pre-wedding cold war if Bucciarati gets involved.

"Miss Gloria, Miss Gloria! I figured it out!" Nalanga excitedly showed me the notebook, and said firmly, "It's sixty, right!"

I looked at the "45X20" topic written on it, and kept a smile that was about to become a fairy: "It's okay, it's not your fault, it's because the current topic is too difficult for you. Let's take it slowly... Let's learn this today, do you want to eat strawberry cake?"

"want--"

"...It really looks like a sad mother with a mentally handicapped child who still insists on smiling." Fuge said sympathetically.

For the sake of the other party's help with my thesis, I held back and didn't complain—if I was like that, then you who gave Nalanga tutoring before I showed up are the sad and violent younger brother with the mentally retarded brother!

"Fugo!" Bugarati said with some disapproval, and then looked at me, "Thank you, Gloria."

"It's okay..." I sighed.

"Miss Gloria is very patient..." Mista exclaimed.

"Actually, it's okay..." I sighed again with some dejection, "It's just to accumulate experience for raising children in the future..."

I swear I just made fun of it casually and didn't think about anything superfluous. After I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong and raised my head in embarrassment... Then I saw Bugarati looking at me with a smile on his face, while the others They all turned their heads away in embarrassment and just didn't look at us.

...Wait, is there something wrong with the reactions of you people! ?It shouldn't be that you bystanders are shy! ?

"Strawberry cake is here!" Nalanga's arrival broke the silence, and the embarrassment just now finally dissipated.

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I glanced at these people a few times, but I didn't pay any more attention, because Bugarati made a move.

He picked up a plate of strawberry cake and put it in front of him when I thought he was going to give it to me, then when I looked at him with an unhappy face, he picked up the strawberry with a fork and handed it directly to my mouth: "Give."

I opened my mouth subconsciously, and after biting the strawberry, I felt that something was wrong. When I turned my head, I found that the other four people were all looking at this side and unconsciously put on an "ah——" posture.

"...what's the matter with you?" I asked while chewing strawberries.

"No."

"Oh Nalanga, how much do you remember?"

"Where's my tea!"

"Ah, I'm going to get my strawberry cake!"

...So your reactions are really not quite right! ! !

The author has something to say: That's right, the heroine of this week's show is from Morioh Town! (positive color)

I found that the title of the volume will be automatically displayed first if I write it in advance, let’s go to it first... That’s right, I have already saved the manuscript for the third week!

Ah... Jousuke is so cute... I can... (No you can't)

PS: In fact, I think my reading threshold is quite high. If I haven’t read JO, I probably can’t understand it (whispers) If you can’t eat it, don’t force yourself... go make up (?)