--hyacinth

"I know her. Selfish, stubborn, liar, high-minded..."

"I watched her grow up, the eldest lady has a temper, and she is extremely lazy when she stretches out her clothes..."

"She is the most unique one in the family. Everyone must greet her with a smile and follow her wishes..."

"I know...it should be because I am her family..."

The grown-up sorrel cat raised his hand to call the waiter on one side, and after he was still a student, he took out banknotes from his wallet and handed them to the girl on the other side, and didn't even give an extra look to the middle-aged rabbit on the opposite side.

The middle-aged rabbit who was sitting blankly in the coffee shop was relieved a little when the waiter said "Welcome to come next time".

"What does she like to eat..."

"What's her favorite color..."

"What kind of books does she like..."

"What position does she like to sleep in..."

"What brand of sanitary pads does she like..."

"Look, you are his family, you watched her grow up, you know her so well, but you don't even know the simplest thing."

The sound of books falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the silent library. Fortunately, it was closing time in the afternoon, and there were no customers other than myself in the store, which was always full of customers.

When Qiyuekui squatted down and put the hair hanging around her face behind her head, when she picked up the book that was accidentally knocked off the ground by herself, she saw the very small words written on the lower right corner of the title on the cover. a few letters.

Giacinto...

Confused by the amount of words in her brain, she accidentally opened this hand-painted illustration book that did not match her age.

—— "Rabbit on the Road"

The book is very thin and feels like it has only 30 pages.But the moment she read the contents of the book, she froze as if she had opened some strange door.

The little rabbit ran away from home, the little rabbit was hungry, the little rabbit wanted to eat ramen, but he didn't want to go into M's because of a certain kitten...

"This is some kind of mess."

The format of the book is similar to the fairy tale books that Qi Yuekui read when she was a child, and there are only a few words explaining the development of the story on each page of the illustrations.The thin 30 pages of paper were quickly turned to the end in her hands, and with a wry smile, she put the books in her hand back to the original place and prepared to go to the cashier to pay.

In the process of putting the books down, Qiyuekui glanced at the side of the bookshelf unintentionally.The big words "Giacinto Books Zone" really made her embarrassed.

"What, it's just a children's book author, so it's so popular."

Complaining in a low voice does not mean that she dislikes the author, on the contrary, the image of the immature little rabbit walking between the pages just now is still in her brain.It's like seeing myself lying in the living room with a paintbrush when I was a child. Between that kind of warmth, helplessness, and a little nostalgia, how can there be such an adult feeling that hates it.

"Ah?"

Finally, she was attracted by the brightly colored book cover above the bookshelf.Interspersed among gray or white books, the orange cover is particularly eye-catching.

Tiptoing, she took the book from the shelf.

"Sunflower Weeping to the Sunshine" by ... Giacinto ...

I don't know when, a little child who always likes to wear red clothes said to her...

"What I most want to go to is not China, but the romantic Italy."

Input letters, select the language to be translated...

Looking at the small characters on the phone screen, Qiyuekui leaned against the bookshelf and raised her head.

"Cat, Rabbit, and Dog", "Sunflower Crying to the Sun", "Golden Retriever Cat and Mary the Sheep", "The Forest Is Actually Small"...

Familiar faces appeared in front of each book title, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. She was urged by the salesperson to pay the bill and walked out of the bookstore.

"Japan is really small. When we were small and thought we would never find you again, you kept watching us from the shade of a tree on the side. Really, Xinzi, do you think you are an idiot? You know everything It's crystal clear."

No one knows whether Hyacinth is an idiot or not, but when Tsukahara was about to be dragged to read fairy tale books by the neighbor's children, the memory that had been buried in the dust, and he swore he would never remember it broke out.

"The Cat and the Rabbit and the Dog"...Giacinto...

"Hyacinth, don't think I don't know you anymore if you change a few katakana into letters. You are not the only one who once said that he wanted to go to Italy."

Hyacinth, Giacinto, ヒヤシンス, Hyacinth...

These names that he once worshiped as Kami Sama but now are regarded as black history, translated... Isn't the translation the same person? He fell, bullied him when he was young and could only speak Japanese, how can it be repaired! ! !

She just woke up from her sleep, touching her cheek that was still faintly hot, dazed.Until the doorbell rang in the living room more than 20 minutes later, she didn't know what changes would happen in this seemingly routine night.

The ear-piercing doorbell kept torturing her ears one after another, and Twelve, who was lying beside her bed, couldn't stand the loud noise, turned around and hid her head under the bed.

Who is it that will be so inspiring at this time.

Stepping on the slippers, she walked to the door with three swaying steps, and she looked towards the cat's eyes.Outside the door, it was a handsome young man in a suit who disturbed her mood.

Not a boy of fifteen or sixteen, nor a boy of eighteen or nineteen.Standing outside the door is really a man who can only be called by a young man...

"Fujiwara Taro?!!!"

I don't know if there are any friends who remember Fujiwara Taro, but Yuki Asaba just doesn't remember him.

Asaba Yuki, who was holding the ingredients named by someone at noon, passed the window at the moment, and her ears keenly caught the tiny commotion in the girl's living room.

"Nani Nani? Is Nobuko cleaning?" Tachibana Chizuru and Asaba Yuta who followed closely behind Yuki Asaba looked at the closed bedroom door strangely.

"Bang——" Suddenly, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the living room.

"Wait...wait!!!" Facing the sudden situation in front of her, she felt that she was not well.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the living room should be due to the man accidentally knocking over her coffee table, and the reason for this huge movement is due to...

"Little...Xiao Xinzi...please accept this diamond ring and marry me!!!"

The 22-year-old Fujiwara Taro knelt down on one knee, holding a diamond ring of several carats in his hand, looking flushed at the red-haired girl in home clothes in front of him.

"..."

"Hey Yuta, is it my illusion that I suddenly feel that this uncle is so pitiful?"

"Well... there is no way to do this, whoever made this uncle's opponent is Yuxi."

Yuki Asaba didn't show much attitude towards the "whispered discussion" behind him that people couldn't ignore. On the contrary, the roles of the two parties in the living room have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Hmph..." Pointing her eyebrows, she raised one foot and stepped on the well-made suit of the man in front of her. "Stupid mortal, do you think that mere stones can subdue this king and sign a contract with you? If you think this way, you are too underestimating the power of this king."

……

Three people standing at the door of the bedroom: ...

It must be an illusion to think that someone's painting style is different from theirs just now! ! !

Speaking of girls, when did your setting become middle school two? ! !

"That...that..." Fujiwara Taro who was kneeling on the ground swallowed nervously. "Please...please make a contract with me, Lord Demon King, we, the untouchables, will definitely go through fire and water for you!!!"

Why did your painting style change accordingly? Hey! ! !Don't let this sense of instant vision of going to the wrong set! ! !

Take a deep breath and move your joints.Asaba Yuki put down the bag in his hand under the gratified (?) gaze of his friends behind him.

"Hey, that mortal kneeling on the ground, stand up and fight."

rise up and fight...

Come and fight...

come to fight...

war……

Zhan your sister, don't even think about finishing this chapter within 3000 words if you go on like this! ! !

The so-called fairy tales are often based on the stupid pariah who got a cheat and defeated the devil, and then lived a happy life with his friends as the ending to win a lot of votes.But as a fine girl and an invisible

Black-bellied teenagers, they are obviously dissatisfied with such a story.

Wait, is there something wrong with the previous paragraph?

Just as the friends cheered nervously behind him (there was no one), Yuki Asaba, the middle-level demon king, waved his jade hand and said to the little demon king who was imprisoned by the enemy on the second floor of the castle.

"Extend your right hand, let the stupid mortals take a good look at your strength, Xinzi Demon King!!!"

……

She squinted: "Are you a secondary school student, Yuki Asaba."

……

——I don’t want to be said by people like you! ! !

The final ending of the story in this chapter is that the black-bellied mid-level devil and the fine-pointed little devil jointly extended their right hands to the enemy, revealing the ultimate weapon and defeating the foolish people as HE ending...

... Well, in fact, it was Asaba Yuki who stretched out his right hand together with the reluctant Nobuko girl, and used the similar-style couple ring on the ring finger to blind the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes of everyone present. As the end of the story, I understand this thing.

Tachibana Chizuru: "Wait?! What happened in the few pictures I didn't appear in that made the relationship between these incongruous people develop so much?"

Yuta Asaba: "Foretelling what will happen, let's see the breakdown of the next volume." (laughs)

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