My Ending Can't Be Hit by a Hatchet

2. I have to attack two more women by myself, stepping on three boats. What about 345, is it to let my girlfriends form a class?

In this case, I will definitely die without a place to bury him.

Taisuke doesn't think he has the ability to date so many women at the same time, and then make them unable to detect each other's existence.

This kind of challenge is too difficult for Taisuke.

Because, even as a time traveler, Taisuke was just an otaku in his previous life.

He just has more than [-] years of experience than the average person, a little bit of social experience, and some knowledge that is not often used in Japan.

As the tram arrived, Taisuke stepped into the compartment surrounded by the crowd behind.

Leaning against the wall of the carriage, Taisuke closed his eyes and focused on the system.

Looking at the main task 2 again, Taisuke sighed helplessly in his heart.

Why was I an otaku in my previous life? I knew that I was a scumbag in my previous life, and I have lived on dogs for more than [-] years.

Otherwise, this life would not be so troublesome.

Taisuke rubbed his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and looked at the roadside scenery that flashed by outside the car window.

Myself, do you want to find some GALGAME to play?

Didn’t those beautiful girls have male protagonists who successfully captured several female protagonists and opened the route to the Crystal Palace?

No, no, I know that there are some interesting games where the hero controlled by the player gets NTR in the route, but that's a different game.

What Taisuke is in short supply now is the experience and skillful skills to be a scumbag, wander among many girlfriends, and then get out of the way.

Tsk tsk, looking at the scenery outside the window, Taisuke began to imagine various scenes in his mind.

Every day, every night, I stayed at the home of a different woman.

Every time I go out to play, I am surrounded by different girls.

Sister flowers, mother-daughter flowers, cold, stern, sweet, youthful, introverted, open, passionate, enchanting, lovely.

Taisuke smacked his mouth, and a foolish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His smile directly made several passers-by around him move a few steps subconsciously.

"Sister, sister, look at this person's disgusting smile, could he be the legendary tram idiot?"

......

Taisuke, who was interrupted by the sound of discussion in his ears, twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and then turned his head so that the expression on his face would not be noticed.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly popped up in Taisuke's mind.

With a protruding figure, a beautiful appearance, and a gentle and simple personality.

Is this the woman most men look forward to and fantasize about? The ideal girlfriend they dream of.

However, Taisuke's fantasies were shattered all of a sudden, and the animal blood that was boiling because of the fantasies also instantly calmed down, and it could even be said to freeze.

Because this figure is Yan Ye.

Thinking of Yan Ye's blackened character, Taisuke twitched the corners of his mouth a few times.

He almost couldn't help slapping himself, you said, at that time, why did he think that Yan Ye was easy to get started, so he took her as his first target.

It's easy to get started, but this girl is no ordinary girl.

Taisuke's mind kept replaying the bloody scenes of "School day" in his previous life.

Among them, most of them were caused by Yan Ye, a lovely girl with a beautiful appearance and a docile sheep personality.

Thinking of those bloody scenes, Taisuke couldn't help but began to tremble.

sin...

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pS: I went to play mahjong this morning and won a little money, so I will update it earlier today.

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pS: Chapter 2 is at ten o'clock as usual.

Chapter 3 It's a pity that such a perfect girlfriend is a sick girl

Following the stream of people swarming out of the carriage, Taisuke walked onto the platform.

Just like the previous few days, he just looked at that position and saw a beautiful girl standing there.

The big black and white eyes, shining with joy, stared at him closely.

"Good morning, Taisuke."

"Morning, Yan Ye."

The girl lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked shyly at her little hand being held in the palm of a big hand.

"Taisuke, you do this every time."