Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

"No, you don't. No!

I looked at the voice I heard from the other side of the crowd with the foster child standing next to me.

We got out of the station campus, and we tried to get to the stairs where we broke up. There was no guarantee that there would still be two of them where we broke up, but we decided to head for it for now.

Along the way, I noticed a large crowd in the square and had a bad feeling. And my bad feeling more or less hits me.

"Makoto, your world revolves around Ethereum. In that sense, I valued you highly. I wouldn't say everything, but I even admitted you. I also thought we could understand each other. but it still seems incompatible"

When I approached the pedestrian hedge, what I heard was a familiar voice.

I have a feeling that the unpleasant feeling will be real, not a hunch.

No doubt about it, it's my brother's voice. From the words, there seems to be a true harp by his side.

Apparently, True Harp is still alive. Horrible in that regard, but my brother's voice is clearly evil. Besides, the amount of crowds gathering is not half as loud because of the noise in the eyes. It has become quite important.

"Mr. Castle Island, your face is blue, isn't it? Are you okay?"

I've been asking with a worried look on my face about foster care.

Right, am I blue in the face? Horrible and troublesome, you don't know your condition.

"I'm fine, I just wanted to say, there's some stomach medicine in my jacket pocket. I'm sorry, but can you take it out?"

As I cared about the crowd, I asked him that as I looked in the foster care on the side, and the snorted foster care got my hands in my jacket pocket. Then he fished through his pockets with his thighs, and while dyeing his cheeks with pop, he touched the extra spot, while removing a container containing stomach medication.

You, if you're worried about me, don't do anything like sexual harassment.

When I look into the nursery with my jito eyes, I look away. They have a sense of being sexually harassed.

"Mi, I don't have water, but can I drink? I mean, if your stomach hurts, you should go to the hospital. If it gets chronic, if it's an ulcer, it's gonna be tough, right?

When I put the tablet out of the container in the palm of my hand, I picked the tablet with my finger and brought it closer to my mouth.

Well, you're right, but you don't like hospitals.

"Think about it"

In response, the tablets picked on the fingers in the foster care were puckered with each finger in the foster care.

The cheeks in the nursery, which were stained with light peaches, were dyed bong and bright red. He seemed excited because of my fingers.

Every once in a while, I lick my fingers in foster care with my tongue, and they are hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha my breath is absurd.

You look serious in foster care, but you're out porn.

"Damn, Mr. Castle Island hasn't been good at hospitals for a long time. Because you really have to go, don't you?

During foster care, when he pulled his finger out of my mouth with a bright red face, when he confirmed that I had swallowed the tablet, he picked the second tablet with his finger as he grumbled and carried it to my mouth.

"I went to the hospital every day when my mother was in the hospital, but when I was hospitalized because of an injury, I didn't have to be hospitalized because I was immortal, and I tried to escape. You have no idea how worried I am, do you, Castle Island?

As I stared inside at me with my eyes, I turned away.

What is it, a sermon, let it go. You can't help it because you don't like bad things.

While distracting from his gaze, he clasped his fingers at the tablet provided. And swallow that tablet in your mouth gobbly.

Hmm? Wait a minute. How do you know I went to that hospital when my foster mother was in the hospital? You're not supposed to know about foster care.

When your mother was in the hospital, how did you know I was in that hospital?

"Ah, look, Makoto, we have to do something about Makoto and Soichiro!

When I tried to ask questions during the foster care, the foster care with my eyes swimming suddenly rushed out.

Suspicious, really suspicious.

But certainly not now. Given my priorities, doing something about my brother and Makoto is more of a prerequisite than dispelling my doubts.

But there is no need to rush. There's a lot of people in here. If I do something about my brother, the situation will change. First of all, we have to move the two of them to a place that's invisible.

The current location is a square close to the stairs where they broke up with each other. Up the stairs, which also means as a pedestrian bridge, there is an entrance called the east exit that leads to the station campus. There's a square in front of it, but there's a huge crowd gathering there, and there's a huge crowd of hedges.

The amount of wild horses that makes me want to say if it's even shooting drama. And there are definitely those two at the center of it.

"I don't care if you admit it or not, or if it's compatible or incompatible, or whatever!

A resounding true harp rage. I was finally really horrified to hear my voice.

But I'm clearly angry. It was easy to understand that the object of his anger was his brother without seeing him.

It's bad, it just seems even worse that it was sinister. If my brother gets really angry, he can't get his hands on it.

"Your brother respects Aoi's will, and even the table seems to refrain from lending a hand, but Aoi has been waiting for your brother to reach out to you! I've seen Aoi more than anyone else, but how can you not notice him there!

Makoto blows a fight at my brother with his voice up, making me worry about him.

This is a shitty, really shitty state. Quickly shut that idiot up and pull him away from his brother, or we'll bury him deep in the mountains without jokes.

"Inside! We're gonna stop them both!

That's what he called inside standing next to him, trying to rush out against the wall being formed by the crowd.

My original aim was to separate my brother from Makoto and rescue Makoto, but if I don't shut that idiot up before then, it's going to be a big deal.

No, it's been too much already, though.

"Wait a minute. It's kind of different from what I was hearing."

"Ah!? What the hell!

"I mean, I think we should see what's going on."

A foster child grabbing my jacket trying to rush out is looking up at me and shaking my neck in full swing.

What if I said something so long?

"I was listening to you, Makoto was trying to get away with losing her temper, right? But to hear Makoto's voice, it doesn't seem like that?

I was in a hurry, and I was approached by a leaning foster child.

It's true that he's in foster care. True harp was in a state like losing his heart.

No, wait, did you really? To do so, he was in the act of blowing fights on his brother.

I was in a pretty hurry then, too. In retrospect, Makoto's words and actions seem unnatural.

"It's a little weird, isn't it? It sounds like you're insisting on your opinion firmly for being depressed and not knowing what you're going to do?

"Oh, oh, well, you sure do..."

I remembered strange discrepancies in the state of the harp that I thought I was in and the actual state of the harp.

What do you mean? I didn't see it wrong, I did see it. He was so depressed, he stared at me with his lost light eyes.

Was that a lie? Was that an act? No, no, that's not an act. I can assure you so.

"So you've said it many times. Ugh! Aoi loves pudding, but he doesn't like the caramel part! But basically, Ethereal Fiber, who doesn't leave a meal behind, eats both the face and the caramel part! But you're pretty bad at it, so you're gonna have to hide and get your tongue out with Pelo while you distort your face! Look at that. It's not cute. I don't need any help with that.

When I heard the sounding brother's voice, its contents, I tilted my neck.

What, pudding? Caramel? What's your brother talking about? Or what the hell are you arguing with Makoto about?

I thought it was just something you were arguing about me. No, there seems to be no doubt that you're arguing about me, Pudding? Caramel? I don't know what that means.

What the hell. What is the situation?

I look sideways at Chirali and inside. Focusing on the front crowd and listening to the conversation between the two of them, Rikanaka noticed my gaze, and looked up at me and tilted her neck just like I did. But unlike me, I was strangely calm.

"Heh, my brother likes pudding. Remember."

When I lowered my gaze to the sounding voice from below, the kid bitch, looking at the crowd as he was held by me, squeaks and squeals and, yeah, he snorts alone.

Yeah, that said, there were some of them. I forgot refreshingly.

A stunning view of such a kid bitch, and a gaze at the front hedge.

What will happen and what will become a development in which the two men who were so vicious will be controversial about the pudding? No, it still sounds sinister, but even if it gets worse with pudding.

The thread of tension was cut because of the pudding. The crisis hasn't left yet.

"Makoto did this to you."

I look in the foster care with my side to the voice I hear from next door.

The strangely calm foster caregivers were sighing like, oh man.

Did they do it? What is it?

"I mean, Makoto, I guess you didn't mean to run away"

You weren't going to run away? What do you mean? No, well, I kind of feel that, too. I can't feel the temper I feel from True Harp's voice, the emotion of trying to escape, etc. He seems obsessed with hanging out with his brother.

That's what I noticed when I was told by foster care, why does foster care look like I understood the situation? I've just arrived in this city during foster care and there will be very little information. And yet, how can you understand it better than I do? That's crazy, isn't it?

Or what do you say we can deduce from the pudding? I don't know why.

"That's why I've told you so many times. Awesome! If you know you don't like it, your brother should have eaten it for you. Yikes! Aoi needed a sweet place! That's why I don't know that Aoi will be stubborn!

"What the hell!? Is it my fault that Aoi stuck around? Sure, I'm sorry too! But I couldn't eat you! Because if I do that, I don't like Ethereum too much! I know what Aoi thinks of me as disgusting! It's more or less my fault that it happened, but it's also because of the complexity of the home environment! I don't even know that. I don't know what you're talking about!

"That's why I'm not. Yikes! I'm not! Your brother is fundamentally wrong!

"What's wrong with you! Say it! And try to convince me! If that's what you can do!

Two people shouting up and yelling at each other. Only that voice can be heard from the other side of the crowd. The noise grew because of it, and the crowd continued to grow momentarily.

They seem to be talking about me, but they don't have any guidelines. I thought you were talking about pudding, and now you seem to be talking about the cause of my distorted personality.

"This could be a bit of a bad situation"

Without knowing what to do, one wretched grater arrived in my ear, whining in foster care.

A shitty situation? Sure it is. The contents of the conversation between the two contenders are incomprehensible, but do not change that they are in a state of evil.

Then we should stop it as soon as possible. I agree with that opinion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Castle Island, just wait here for a minute"

That's what he said and looked up at me. When he creased between his eyebrows, he turned to the front and walked out towards the crowd.

Wait for me, huh? Why? Why don't I come with you? I don't know, but I'm sure it's me who's responsible for the argument, right? Then I'd better go with you and stop the two of you.

"Whoa, hey, inside!

Calling toward the back of a walked foster home, the stopped foster home looked back. The expression is rugged, and I can't feel the calm margin until now.

"Makoto didn't want to pull it off."

Didn't you want to pull it off? You didn't want to run, you didn't want to pull?

As it is, well, indeed, there is a scattering of strange things about the actions and actions of the true harp.

Especially the email that Rikanaka said it was sent from True Harp. Its content was an obvious provocation, and I just thought it was about to burn down foster care.

If True Harp sent me that email, it would come to my mind no matter how many miles.

Reasons and purposes for deliberately pissing off a foster home that could have honestly pulled back if left alone. That's a head-on battle with foster care. In other words, I can be convinced if I think it was a true harp ploy to make the inside mind that. The way I did it is childish.

But when that happens, it's strange to see a foster child and break his heart and run away.

No, I saw the worn out cardigan that foster school was wearing, and I saw my readiness to foster school, and I admitted defeat. That's why I tried to escape.

Then I wish I hadn't burned it from the beginning. Looks like he was going to pull it off in foster care.

But it was a theory of results, because Shinji didn't know he was going to pull it off, so he set it on fire. But when I opened the lid, I was frightened of the rest of the preparation inside?

No, it's not, the very act of burning is unnatural. Why do we need to burn the foster care?

The act of provocation is meant to make the person who is lost care of it. I mean, did Makoto know he was lost in foster care?

Like Ritsuko said he wanted to compete with the full Ritsuko, didn't he also want to compete with Ritsuko from the front? Even if you didn't think you could win, you wanted to compete head-on with a real foster child.

If you think about it, the email thing goes through.

But then, it's unnatural for True Harp to escape. Do you want to consolidate your resolve to that point and just see what you look like and get away with it?

No, I can assure you it's not there, it's not there. True harp does have a brittle part, but it's not that weak. True harp has not escaped yet.

But Jinqin said goodbye. I can't believe that was an act.

True harp's actions are full of contradictions. I don't understand. But you think Rikanaka understood?

"Makoto-chan escaped didn't break my heart. I think I'm probably lost."

"Lost?

"Even Makoto-san deserves Makoto-san. As I thought, Makoto-san thought the same thing when she saw me. Maybe that's an escape. But..."

The eyes in the foster care, staring at me, glistened.

"I didn't run away. Makoto stood still. That's the answer."

That's what I said. I laughed niggardly. I couldn't afford the look on my foster face, and on the contrary, I was stuck.

"Frustration weakens people. It's very hard to get up from there, but if you can get up, people get stronger. I've fallen many times. I know. And Makoto, who was crawling while falling and trying to move on, probably got up today for the first time."

Sweat spreads through the cheeks in the foster care.

As I fell, the words were strangely convincing.

True harp remained fallen. But his heart was not completely broken, but he remained lying on the ground in such a state that he could never know when it would break. Still, Jinqin was moving forward.

Little by little, little by little, definitely going forward.

That's what I was feeling, too.

That's the first true harp you've ever stood in today?

"I thought I blew out a lot of things and led a step, but the reading was sweet. I should have seen Makoto's email and noticed..."

With a stuck smile on his face, Saying so and turning back on his heels, Rikanaka turns her back on me.

"The potato worm that was obsessed with leaves and eating them shapely seems to have feathered because of me"

Not looking back, he muttered quietly as he turned his back on me, stretching his spine as if to get in the mood.

"There you go! There's no shortage for them! Adversity is what turns you into power, Sage! I'm coming!

And Rikanaka, who slapped her cheek with both hands, began to advance by scratching the hedge as she raised her voice.

"... feathered?

That word in foster care keeps ringing in my brain. I was caught, all the time. But I didn't know what I was hooked on.

But in the words of foster care, I was able to realize what I remembered to hook me up with.

feathered. I mean, it changed. Who did? It's a real harp. Yes, the harp was starting to change.

Zhenqin has been strangely unstable here lately. There have always been places where I wasn't sure what I was thinking about because I didn't have a pulse in my behavior, but the core was solid.

I was feeling weak that was shaking. On the other hand, he was revealing his anger towards his brother. I thought it wasn't like a true harp, but my brother's words and actions are allergic, and I didn't think it was necessary to be angry. That's why I didn't care so much.

And my brother also showed a bare gesture that he liked about the true harp, even if he was made to reveal his anger from the true harp. But I didn't see it in my eyes, so I didn't care, so I thought it was funny what people would say from a true harp like that.

But if you think about it, the words, deeds, and expressions of my relative brother and Makoto on the stairs were unimaginable from the two of us normally.

My brother is not the type to expose himself to the truth. He's the type who laughs at Nico even if he thinks he's in the way, leaps in the back and erases it without leaving any evidence.

Makoto doesn't have the same personality to say things that hurt people. You're the type of person who cares more about other people getting hurt than you do.

Such two people were head-on arguing. And enough to curse at each other for being a "slutty bitch” or “pervert of a bracon”.

I didn't realize you lacked calm, but you can't think about it normally.

And that's probably what True Harp did. Didn't Zhenqin hit his brother's emotions, and a change in his attitude is beginning to appear?

I know a situation similar to that. There was a dumb guy who depended on his sister so much that he went crazy that he could only bypass his broken sister and eventually hoped to be killed at her hands.

I'm the one who woke him up by slapping him in the ass.

The true harp guy, could he be trying to do the same thing as me? Are you going to send me and my brother back to the brothers we were close to before, just as True Harp and Kikivich were?

Even if we do it differently, what we're doing is together. Are you trying to hit them with your emotions intact and force them to pull them out?

Email to foster care. A few days it was sinking. The sway I was feeling. And now it's just relative to my brother, an exploded emotion.

Hatched, the words in it are the answer. Zhenqin probably abandoned his stray.

"Oh, it's a woman's fight..."

When I lowered my gaze to the voice of a bossy grunt, the kid bitch being held by me was swallowing his gokuri as he stared at those who were headed into foster care.

Yeah, and speaking of which, there was this guy. Shut up, it's something I can hold on to, so I forget about its existence a little bit.

"You're a woman too..."

Besides, the kid bitch's reaction is too normal, and I'm in the mood.

The kid bitch looked up at me for my answer. I felt a strange sense of intimacy in that convulsive expression.

True harp, which may be growing rapidly, and various dangerous and problematic brothers, and foster careers who in an instant understood the situation.

I'm totally out of mosquito nets, but that sounds like a kid bitch with me.

"You're normal and helpful."

"I'm also horrified to be with your brother. Your brother's a regular."

"Whether I'm normal or not is subtle, but it could be a normal category among them."

"Normal is best."

"Right."

The thought, which was in a state of confusion and confusion, became clear by conversation with the kid bitch.

I left it completely and mowed the moat, but I can understand that there's no reason why I should be outside the mosquito net.

Whether the harp roars, the brother strips his fangs, and the inside heals, I'm the cause of it all. Then there's no reason for me to stand here and watch. I didn't even know what was so obvious.

That kid bitch saved you because of the normal.

"Maybe it's not so bad that you're gonna be my sister."

"Huh? Uh... heh, thanks for that"

Groaning looking down at the kid bitch, the decent kid bitch smiled lightly as he dyed his cheeks.

I thought so.

"You, it's time to stand on your own"

How long do I have to hold him back?

"Uh? I'm cosy, just a little bit more"

The kid who was smiling and scratching his head moistened his eyes when he stared at me, his cheeks on my chest. No, he shook his neck sideways.

"No."

"Bu-boo."

When I forced a kid bitch like that down to the ground, a kid bitch with swollen cheeks quickly hugged me to my left arm, squeaking like a pig and complaining about her dissatisfaction.

That was a correction, I knew this bitch kid wasn't going to be busy. You need tough tuning to make sure you understand your position.

"Be prepared."

Staring at the kid bitch holding him in his left arm, he put his right hand on its head and slapped him pompously.

"I've been ready for a long time now, but I'm waiting in order. Besides, Senior Foster Chung is cuter than I imagined, and he seems more aggressive than I heard."

My body solidified into a kid bitch who turned away and swelled her cheeks.

I'd like to say it back, but the kid bitch may be right.

Yeah, well, you're certainly the lowest end of the line at the moment. It's Tulpeta.

We scratched the crowd and headed to the three who would be at its center.

"Excuse me, can I ask you to let me through?

But I can't move forward inside. There is also a reason that the kid bitch is so disturbed because of the marks on his left arm, but there are fundamentally too many people.

It's a holiday, and I'm sure some of our high school students will. You should give up picking up the noise now and try to prevent it from spreading any further.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, except that your brother is a heart-forgiving person, and you're being polite, aren't you? Personally, I prefer my prestigious brother."

I scratch out the crowd, and I'm still desperately trying to move forward, and I just don't care about the kid bitch that's on my arm.

"Shut up, I'm still going through this with honors. It would be more convenient."

You could have ignored the kid bitch crap question or something, but if kid bitch gets it wrong, it can be a hassle. That's why I explained it to him without a choice.

"Huh, but you care about your brother, don't you? Do I have to play honors even in front of your brother?

To that kid bitch's whining, I accidentally stopped.

"Which one of your brothers must be your real brother? Prestigious, brother? Or are you crying, brother?

"... are you crying?

"Yeah, 'cause when you're with your brother, your brother's always crying, right?

The sound of a floating kid bitch. Such a word, like saying a question without thinking about it in particular.

Are you crying? Me?

"Oh, you say when I cried. And don't say the right thing."

My voice trembles at will. Heart beats fast too. In the hustle and bustle of being in the middle of the crowd, the kid bitch's voice sounded strangely clear, and the sound of his heart was ringing in his ear.

Are you upset, me?

"Well, even if you're crying, it's a little different than crying in tears. Besides, when I heard the trumpet scream earlier, I wondered if the trumpet thought the same thing about me. Yeah, True Harp is sensitive, so I think he felt more than me."

In that kid bitch's whine, the emotion of trying to deny it stuck up to his throat. But I can take that seriously.

Kid bullshit, it's easy to cut and throw away like that. The kid bitch is as kid in thought as he looks, and short circuited. I don't think he's that smart either.

He doesn't look like a good runner and he doesn't seem to have the strength. You look luxurious, and you look weak to see.

There is little that can be called outstanding talent except that the appearance is superior.

Such a kid bitch, but with the characteristic of being somewhat more insightful. It is evidence of this that I began to see my brother and decided that he was “scared”.

True harp and foster care are also highly insightful, but true harp is biased towards sensibility, and foster care is rational. I can really say two extremes.

But the kid bitch is different. While you can see a glimpse of the part that is based on the accumulated experience, you can also see verses that are blending sensitivity into the rule of thumb.

I mean, normal, very common human thought circuits. It just seems like the ability to spot the inside of an opponent in an instant was nourished by the fact that he spent more intense time than the average human being and the desire to protect his sister.

In short, an experienced normal kid.

If such a kid bitch says he was "crying," he's probably right. And I'm upset because I really think you're right, too.

"I can deal normally with True Harp because I have a brother. Me and Makoto can usually laugh at each other and have a conversation because I have a prestigious brother. But not without your brother, not at all, it'll be the same as before. I don't know what to tell you when I'm alone with True Harp, and it's awkward."

The kid bitch looking up at me in silence is laughing with a troubled face with her eyebrow butt down.

"In short, your brother is a buffer, isn't he? Between me and Makoto, you're getting rid of the extra stuff, and you're getting cushioned. I mean, what are you trying to say?"

Flipping from his troubled face and a full grin, the kid bitch let go of his left hand as he held it to my left arm and slapped my chest pompously with that left hand.

"I think your brother should be more confident in himself. I'm going to find out how good a brother you are. But I don't think your brother lost. I think he's a lot better than you think he is, don't you?

A laugh inadvertently engulfed the kid bitch, who was so good at his chest.

What do you look great about a kid?

"I'm glad you told me. I don't care."

Desperately indulging in a laugh, he gently chopped on the kid bitch's head.

The kid bitch, who closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulder, is laughing unwieldily with his pero and tongue out.

"Yes, hey, you don't want me to tell you,"

"That's right, why you're the best person to take care of, just a little reflection"

Eating the chops even lighter, the patchy, eye-opening kid bitch stared at me with her upper hand as if to sell the festivities.

No, it's like selling it. He's willing to sell his wings.

"I'm reflecting, and I'm conscious, aren't I? But if you don't make a point plain like this, because it's really going to be forgotten. Anyway, Shinji isn't going to be on my side anymore, and Senior Rikanaka is more than I imagined. I don't think it's going to work, so I guess I'll have to attack it with a positive method."

Is it possible that Jinqin is no longer on your side? Indeed, the true harp of the last few days had no kid bitch in his eyes.

I guess the sister supremacist forgot the existence of her sister, and her head was full about being in foster care.

A kid bitch would have definitely rotted before, but that doesn't look like it. On the contrary, it also looks rather delightful.

Besides, you're right about the fact that it's unlikely to work in foster care. There's no way you can spot the kid bitch's childish ruse in foster care. Even if you think you caught it well, you're the one who just pretends to get caught up with the wax, and gets flattered before you know it.

Then the kid bitch's idea of attacking in a positive way may be shooting outrageous.

If my sister grows up, maybe my sister grows up too.

Then if my brother changes, can I change too?

But kid bitch, I'm the target of your attack, right? I wonder if you'd like to reveal your hand to me.

But, well, I don't feel bad.