The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

"What else can I tell you about my biological friend? They are friends that I am familiar with and are just like me."

"Okay, okay, continue talking."

"She wants to go to her male friend's house again today."

"Ah."

"However, I found that my friend who seemed serious on the surface was actually very boring at home."

"He has these and all kinds of things at home..."

Mejiro Aldan quickly told about the room he just saw.

The expressions of the three people in Xiaowan became calmer as they listened.

"Now, my friend doesn't know how to face this male friend."

"Are all adolescent boys like this?"

"Is it normal? Shouldn't the other person like girls instead of boys?"

"Eh?"

Aldan looked at Tamamo Cross.

"As a man, I think it's acceptable to be a little more unrestrained in your own home."

"After all, I sometimes fantasize about Prince Charming."

"If it were you, you lived in these houses and you were designing them, what would you do?"

As a women's secret gathering, the words of Tamamo Cross, who has always been forthright, were the first to make everyone fall into deep thought.

"What if it were me?"

Aldan thought for a moment.

I would post a photo of Wu Feng wearing a butler's uniform, and next to it I would play Wu Feng's voice calling her eldest lady.

The pillow he hugged when he went to bed at night showed Wu Feng, half-undressed, trying to resist but welcoming him, with a forced expression on his face.

On the other hand, Wu Feng looked at him indifferently, his eyes full of disdain for his compulsion.

The feeling that an arrogant and talented man had to surrender to himself, a wealthy young lady.

Think about it this way.

He directly caught Wu Feng in such a room and watched him look at the photos and portraits he had made.

With a shy expression on his face, he wanted to run away, but found that the door was locked by himself.

Then, because I owed myself money, I had to wear the same clothes and do the same actions as the photos.

Then, he gritted his teeth and shouted in frustration.

"Miss Aldan, do you want to eat first, take a shower first, or w-da-xi?"

hiss!

Got it, totally got it!

"Okay, I seem to understand."

"I always feel like you don't understand, and I feel like you're going to break the law!!"

Tamamoji looked at Miss Aldan, who had a little drool at the corner of her mouth.

The golden light emerging from his eyes was particularly terrifying.

It's like the big bad wolf seeing the naked little rabbit jumping in the mutton soup.

I always feel like something is wrong.

"Well, as long as you understand, your friend's behavior is normal. Is it possible that you hope that all the photos he gets are of boys?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

When I think of that scene, Wu Feng's dormitory is full of photos of men.

Wu Feng lives in this situation, in his most relaxed home, looking at men every day.

"No, absolutely not."

"Aldan, if you met a stranger or an unfamiliar friend, would you ask these questions?"

"Will you tell the other person what's on your mind and show your true self?"

"I won't."

"Neither will your friends." Xiaowan's lowered eyes didn't know who he thought of.

"Outside, you have to keep your fake smile to deal with teachers, bosses, fake social interactions, and meaningless internal friction."

"You even have to serve them with a smile when your family members are seriously ill, and get drunk at the banquet."

"When you get home, you can't tell these things to your family."

"Why don't you always like to call home? Because you can't find anything happy to tell your family."

"But where one lives, in a home that can accommodate oneself."

"The person who lives in that room belongs to his true self."

"If you want to play games, you can play, if you want to shout, you can shout. This is the only little world these people may have to accommodate themselves and let themselves relax."

"So, as long as you don't hurt others, I think whatever you do is good."

Xiaowan exhaled and remembered the trainer who came to Treson alone to make a living.

Smiling playfully all day long, nothing serious.

Then when he returned home, facing the empty dormitory, the energetic Pistachio suddenly relaxed.

Slump down, wash up, and then live, the cycle starts over and over again.

If you can help him, say welcome back when he comes back.

When he was tired and wanted to sleep, he gently patted his thigh and asked him to lie down on it.

While gently scraping his ear with an earpick, he hummed a lullaby.

Watch his tired eyes close and sleep with a smile on his lips.

It would be nice if I could help him take some of the pressure off.

It's a pity that the child is disobedient.

But it doesn’t matter, I watched a class myself.

Little Sunflower Mother Classroom.

Children are always afraid of trouble others, so what should they do if they eat instant noodles?

Most of them are used to it!

He has to let him know. If his mother finds out, her heart will be tired and his butt will be tired too!

In this way, he will understand that it is better to make his mother and himself uncomfortable.

It’s better to honestly ask for help.

"If a person is willing to let you see his tired, weak, or true side."

"That's because he regards you as a friend, as a friend who can share happiness and sorrow."

"Would you tell a stranger about your secret training?"

"No, no."

"Facing your friend, I think it would be a bit pitiful if you didn't support him."

"sorry!"

The person people want to share happiness with must be their friends.

When you see sand sculpture videos, when you see something that makes you happy, or even when you see pornographic pictures.

You forward it to your friends.

You want the other person to say something back to you.

"Fuck! It's interesting! Come on, come on!"

Or do you want the other person to get back to you.

"That's it? It's boring. Don't post these silly things if you have nothing else to do. Why not read more books when you have this time? You are such an adult now."

"Is this the only thing that makes you feel uncomfortable? Are you moved? Are you crying? Oh, forget it, I don't care about you, just be careful."

"Aren't you disgusting? What's the point of these high-profile people? If you have the ability to find one, look at these here. Hey, if you have the time, why not go on a blind date? Really, it's easy to move bricks."

Hum, if the following reply appears a few times, this person will no longer be my friend.

"I, I understand, I made too much of a fuss."

Aldan looked at Mi Yu aside.

At this moment, the little princess looked worried.

He looked at Aldan for a while, then shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.

"What's wrong? Mi Yu?"

Mi Yu raised his head and looked at Aldan.

"Is it possible that your friend's male friend is actually looking for recognition or help?"

"Ok?"

"If no one recognizes you, you must want someone to support you."

"Your friends should be the same way. They clearly know that there is something wrong with what they are doing, and they are telling themselves that they cannot go on like this."

"But I don't know where the way out is, I don't know what to do."

"So, I want to get recognition, get help, and get care from others."

"Even if it's just a word, it's okay, just don't do this again."

"I just want others to recognize my true self, but I am severely rejected. The other person turns around and runs away, maybe with an expression of disgust in his eyes."

"No, it's not that much, is it, Mi Yu?"

Aldan swallowed. It felt like he pushed his friend into a pit of fire with his own hands. In other words, it was too much to say that he made him fall into evil.

"Sister Tamamo, if, if you hadn't met Onii-sama, if he thought you couldn't do it."

"Crench."

The fork in Tamamo's hand was shaped into an L shape.

What if he hadn't met Wu Feng at that time, or Wu Feng didn't support him?

"It's okay, I believe in you, you will be Lu Mao Ma Niang's genius."

"Ha, no, I just want to fish, what? You said you might not be able to do it? Why can't you do it?"

"You are just as capable as them."

"Ha, because you are a Lumao horse girl? Why, princes, generals and ministers, would you rather have a seed? Whoever's horse girl doesn't have a champion at the beginning, but whoever has a champion falls from the sky."

"Ha, you will be the first Ashimao Horse Girl, Tamamo, do it boldly. Anyway, even if you fail, you will still be the strongest Ashuma Girl. If you succeed, hum, maybe I can still You can make a lot of money.”

"Tamamo, you are a genius. Congratulations on becoming a reward horse girl. What is our next goal?"

Tamamo Cross still remembered that after the idiot handed the clothes to him, he gave a provocative look to the president on the high platform.

Then, the fire in his eyes was immediately suppressed, and he returned to his usual lazy look.

But whatever.

Without Wu Feng’s support and recognition.

"I may still be a good-for-nothing horse racing girl. Now, I may have been expelled from school and go back to help the family."

Tamamo looked away embarrassedly.

Mi Yu continued.