[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

"So... what is this?"

Mr. S squinted his eyes and looked at the thick stack of A4 papers that I held in front of him with both hands, and read word by word the black words typed on the top in font size three.

"'The big battle for the investigation of the cause of divorce'...? Is this the answer you gave me?"

I nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

Mr. S looked completely lacking in interest, leaned back on the sofa and continued to work on the notebook without even having the interest to flip through it.

I hastily moved over from the other side, blocking between Mr. S and the notebook.

"Although it's the same person, if you don't know, you don't know... Instead of asking me why, why don't we find the answer together! I just happen to be super curious, and the two of us must be able to find some useful clues, right? "

Mr. S asked coolly, "Then did you find it?"

"Uh……"

Speaking of this, I immediately hesitated, but I hurried to make up for it, "Although I don't have any clues yet, there will definitely be clues left!"

"No."

To my surprise, Mr. S rejected my answer very positively without any hesitation.There was a mocking expression on his face. I don't know why, but when I faced that expression, I suddenly felt a little sad.

"Although you will never hide anything from me, but you have hidden this matter very well, so that I can't find any loopholes." Mr. S lowered his voice, "This is the first thing I don't know. I know...about you."

I was stunned.

Mr. S ignored me after saying this, and ignored the notebook that was blocked by me. Instead, he stood up and walked to the French window in the living room. Looking from my side, although the back against the light is tall and straight, it is inexplicable. There is a feeling of suffocation that can't breathe.

The Mr. S I know has always been confident, even conceited.To be honest, he looks like this, I have never seen him like this before.

The sourness that came up from the bottom of my heart was about to howl and spew out like a raging wave, but was suppressed forcibly.

I couldn't help but hate myself.

...Why did you do such a thing?

He obviously likes Mr. S, why did he do such a sad thing?

Is such a person qualified to say the word "like"?

If it were me—the current me—I would definitely not make Mr. S sad and painful.

But what Mr. S likes is the guy who made him sad.

...So it should be a good thing that I disappear ten years later, right?

I was frightened by this thought that suddenly popped up in my heart, and I broke out in a cold sweat immediately.

How could I want to make myself disappear... Is it really strange that it involves Mr. S! ?

The huge shock made me have to bend down to calm myself down. Fortunately, Mr. S turned his back to me at this time, otherwise he would be very surprised.

I took several deep breaths before slowly calming down.

"I said... this battle plan, shall we continue?"

It is said that as long as people speak with a smile on purpose, their voice will become light and natural.So after trying to smile now, my voice must be relaxed and bright, right?

"After all, it's the same person. Maybe what was originally considered to be a clue may have a different effect on my side...?"

Mr. S moved a bit, although he didn't turn his head, but he was no longer the same as before.

"Are you that confident?"

"Well~"

This time, I showed a smug smile from the bottom of my heart.Bouncing up and down to Mr. S's side, I looked at the pure blue sky outside the window just like him.

"I'm quite confident, because I know that apart from this, there is another thing that you absolutely, absolutely don't know."

Mr. S turned his head and stared at me.

I looked at him proudly for a long time before he nodded.

"I'm not lying, it seems that your suggestion is indeed feasible....In that case, let's do as you said for the time being."

He paused for two seconds, then continued, "However, restoring your memory is still the number one priority, and even this matter cannot give way."

"No problem!"

"And..." Mr. S slowly showed an aggressive smile, "I am also very concerned about the other thing you said that I don't know."

"No, you can't say that!"

I shook my head violently, but after seeing Mr. S's expression, I hurriedly changed my words.

"Well, then I'll tell you after my memory comes back,... Anyway, I can't say it now! Just treat it as an agreement between us!"

To presuppose conditions in the face of Mr. S's huge pressure is simply to die...

But I don't know if it's because of my poorness, Mr. S still agreed with a cold snort.

Anyway, I’ve said it all, I’m just time travelling, not amnesia, it’s impossible to get my memory back no matter what!So I'm not worried about this so-called "agreement" at all.

Hmm, so... Mr. S will never know the matter of "I have liked you for three whole years in junior high school".

……

…………

Although it was my battle plan, Mr. S expressed his disgust to a considerable extent after flipping through the stack of A4 papers.Even though he didn't say it, I guessed it from the way he turned his head away...

"What, how...?"

I carefully asked the other party's evaluation, Mr. S just looked at me for a while and sighed.

"Go ahead and try."

"...Don't use such words to perfuse me, hey!!!"

I tugged at the pillow next to me and screamed wildly, pulled the plan and stared at him aggrievedly, "What's wrong?"

Junmu didn't answer me.

His expression is enough to explain a sentence - "I'm sorry, but IQ determines everything."

==+!

It's unbearable!

Since the only team member in the battle plan didn't cooperate, then I was the only captain (I named the captain myself, Mr. S said that he didn't want to be the captain either)!

First of all, it is necessary to find out all the things about me in the whole family, and look for possible clues one by one.

It's easy to say, but I found out when I found it...

... I really have too many things! ! !

From daily necessities such as clothes and shoes, there are also a lot of messy small items... Mr. S, how do you tolerate me sharing the same room with you? !

When I lay down exhausted and pretended to be dead, Mr. S walked past me leisurely.

"Rest when you're tired."

"...don't tat."

"up to you."

So Mr. S continued to play leisurely, and I continued to look for possible clues...

In fact, it is probably a wise decision to follow Mr. S's words. My IQ is probably unlikely to be online... Judging from the current situation, I can only judge that I will basically not improve much in ten years.

Prefers red, likes to read, has no special skills, handicrafts and cooking skills are in a mess, taste runs wild on a strange road, and... the cup is still B.

...It's really a painful and cruel reality.

I lay on the ground with my back against the foot of the bed, and casually grabbed a book beside me.

When I got closer, I realized that the name written on the book was actually my own name... Ah, by the way, Mr. S also said that I have published several books.I also read some articles on my computer before.

But this... feels like I haven't read it?

On the simple white cover, only the name and author are written in small light red characters, which is a very literary name.

I casually opened the first page, and it was indeed my style of publishing books all the time. They were all short essays and travel notes. I was about to close the book, but suddenly I was caught by the name of the last article in the catalog.

It's right in front of the postscript, but it's at the end of all the articles, as if it was done on purpose.

I read it word by word.

""Back to the Me in the Past"..."