The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

".Well, that's quite unexpected."

Before standing at the gate of the long-lost campus, Wu was also struggling with a very embarrassing thing, that is, he couldn't remember which class he was in.

This is not surprising. Although the past memories will gradually be synchronized into his head while possessed, there is a premise, that is, these synchronized memories are defined according to the original host of this body.

If the original owner's impressive memory is synchronized to Takeya's current memory even after many years, but similarly, if it is something that the original owner doesn't care about, even if Takeru tries hard to recall it, there will be no trace of it. the result of.

To put it simply, "going to school" has been regarded as an unimportant thing in the original "self" consciousness and has been forgotten.

This also led to Wu Ye, who had boasted about Haikou in front of his family, being confused as soon as he arrived at the school gate.

The teacher on duty at the door repeatedly urged him with his eyes, and Wuya reluctantly walked into the school. This body's disgust for this land even affected Wuye now.

Isn’t it just that you failed once? Am I actually such a fragile guy?

Takeru stopped again, raised his head and sighed, and suddenly had the urge to drag the original owner out of his body and beat him up, but it was a pity that he just thought about it.

boom.

The impact from behind made Wu Ye stumble forward. He was surprised and speechless once again at this scumbag's physique. The shame turned into anger, causing him to turn around angrily.

"Yes, sorry!"

The other party was very honest, and when he saw Takeya's apologetic attitude, he immediately bowed his head and apologized.

Takeya, who was about to say something, saw the comic book on the ground. It seemed that this guy bumped into him because he was reading comics while walking.

The boy who apologized was wearing a meticulous school uniform, with a round watermelon head and a pair of cartoon-like glasses, and he exuded an otaku atmosphere.

It's just that you are so obvious, don't you worry about being laughed at?

Wu Ye became curious about this school again. Could it be a concentration camp for troubled students?

After muttering a few words in his mind, he calmed down and said calmly: "It's okay, just be careful next time."

"okay, thank you."

The boy bowed his waist. After Takeya turned around, he looked at Takeya's back, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose in surprise, and suddenly shouted: "Kosaka.? Hey, is that you? Kousaka?"

"." Wu Ye paused when his name was called, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, right? acquaintance?

He is a weirdo who has been absent from school for a year and a half. Does he actually know anyone in this school? Are you recognized so easily?

"You are." He turned around reluctantly, and when he saw the boy standing up straight, Takeru froze on the spot.

"Kosaka, it's really you." The other party also had a surprised expression. The expression of meeting an old friend in a foreign land was weird. There was even a hint of relief in the exaggerated touch that his friend had turned back.

Wu Ye didn't even notice that the bag in his hand slipped and fell to the ground. He tremblingly reached out and touched the other person's funny watermelon head, then raised his round glasses, and it took him a long time to say something. Incredible regards:

"Fu, Fuqiu. What's wrong with you?"

Suck slip.

On the empty rooftop, Wu Ye drank the yogurt in his hand in one go. The school uniform fluttering in the wind paired with his vicissitudes of life expression at this time, really made him feel melancholy as he was far away from home.

"Well, um, isn't it bad that we just skipped class like this?" Tomiaki, who was sitting upright in front of him, asked with a worried look on his face.

"It doesn't matter," Takeru responded dully, "Anyway, I can't find a worse possibility than now."

If he hadn't happened to bump into him today, Takeya would never have believed that the guy in front of him, who had the aura of a ruined house and was no weaker than the original "him", was actually his former friend, Yuta Togashi.

In the original historical trajectory, Yuta was just a chuunibyou, and it was obviously curable in the later stages. When he entered high school, he also enjoyed the youth he deserved.

But now

"Fugashi," Takeru called his friend's name, but quickly changed his tune: "Forget it, let's call you Yuta."

"Uh, okay." Yongtai didn't have any objections to this. Wu was one of his few friends anyway, so he would be more willing to get closer to him.

"Yuta, what has happened to you in these years?" If Takeru had known that removing the elements of Chuunibyou from Yongtai would turn him into this, then he would definitely have made other arrangements in the first place.

"No, um, why do you use such a strange tone?" Yongta scratched his hair in embarrassment and slowly told his story.

In his narration, before Takeya intervened, Yuta's original life trajectory was still the same until he and Takeya entered the same middle school.

"."

Hearing this, Takeya's stomach began to feel a dull pain.

The subsequent story was exactly as he had guessed. Youta, who had the potential for Chuunibyou, was naturally quickly pulled into the abyss of the house by Takeya.

Not to mention the existence of the Seventh Palace.

Because of Takeya's interference, Nanami's Chuunibyou was also covered by the otaku attribute. However, at the beginning, Nanami did not dare to talk about otaku with Yuta in public because he had not completely lost his sense of shame.

As for Takeya, because of his "genius" setting, he always looks at people with his chin, so in fact, Yuta spent most of his middle school life alone.

Then, because there was no need to restart his life after graduating from the second grade, Yuta did not deliberately go far away, but directly entered the local high school normally. To Takeru's surprise, he was in the same school as him.

Is this a bad fate?

"Then, Nanomiya went to high school in Tokyo because she dreamed of becoming a manga artist, and you and I, Kosaka,"

"Just call me Takeya," Takeya waved his hand casually, and then asked seriously: "You said Nanami went to Tokyo. Did you break up?"

"Ahem, cough, cough," Yong Tai blushed and coughed vigorously: "What are you talking about? Breaking up. It's just a normal relationship between us. You see, she has her own dreams, and so do I."

"Dream, is it just you?"

"Hey, that's so rude. Even though I'm a homebody, I still have a dream. Even the Seventh Palace has agreed to help me."

Yongta blushed and tried hard to defend himself: "Takeya, you heard me, my dream is to make a game of our own."

play games? cartoonist? If I remember correctly, the Seventh Palace seems to be a twintail. Although it is a little late for junior high school, it can still be regarded as a green plum.

Takeru almost spit out the yogurt he just had. He grabbed Yongta's shoulders with a surprised look on his face and asked: "Hey, wait a minute, Yongta, won't Nanami dye his hair blonde? Do you still know me?" A senior who writes novels, right?!"

"Huh? Doesn't Nanami have pink hair? And, senior sister? What are you talking about?" Yuta was stunned for a moment and looked at Takeya strangely.

"Huh" Wu also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Yuta hadn't denied it in the end, Takeya would really have thought that he had let this guy apply someone's pattern! He was almost going to become a stranger. If the protagonist was a man, wouldn't the game he was going to make be for women? Damn it! Not to mention living a better life, this orientation has almost bent me.