Chapter 55: Saturday night is getting late
Translator: Soafp
【I think I'll change according to >>5 Pert 8】
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Is this world a dream?
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Yes, actually your brain is plugged into a cable and you're playing a game called reality.
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The rice ball I'm eating right now is actually a collection of data, probably around 3GB.
So, what's up? Did something happen?
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A friend asked me to study at my place.
Is this a dream? I'm so happy, but I'm scared of waking up.
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What is that youthful (severe pain) kind of event… ugh (dying)
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1 really has grown up.
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But my room smells like curry, and I've got an ant farm kit on the dining table.
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LOL
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Sounds like a three-strike situation…
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Clean it up (angry)
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I'll deodorize the smell and tidy things up. Is there anything else I should do?
Since this is a once-in-a-lifetime miracle event, I want to do everything I can.
Please, lend me your help――――
“Wow, is it already this time…”
Time really flies when you're focused. Before I knew it, it was already late Saturday night.
Momo: “I'll come around 10.”
Toumachi: “Okay.”
Momo: “Are you sure?”
Toumachi: “Yes, I'm fine.”
Momo: “I'm looking forward to it!”
Momo: (shivering cat stamp)
Toumachi: (∧＿∧)
Toumachi: ( =^_^= )
Momo: “So cute!”
Toumachi: (･ 〇 `↑^q ~ ( ▲ `))
Momo: “Scary!!”
Toumachi: “aaa matigaeta” [TL: It was written like this but I think it means like: “Aah, that’s not it”)
Toumachi: “Sorry, I got carried away.”
…Oh no, I'm getting nervous (despair).
I've done a lot of preparations this Saturday.
As a result, my savings from the first year have been further depleted.
But I have no regrets.
I look up at the ceiling while being soothed by the scent from the aromatherapy diffuser (the steam type).
…Of course, preparation also includes studying. In fact, that's the bulk of it.
Since I need to teach them (what am I, a teacher?), it's crucial.
Momo: “I can't study alone~”
Toumachi: “I see.”
Momo: “I end up falling asleep or getting lost in manga.”
Toumachi: “That's not good.”
Momo: “So usually, I study with Ayano, but she's also bad at studying—”
Okay, where do I cut this message off?
Does it never end?
Will I be sending messages until the world ends?
…Maybe that's okay too (confused).
Momo: “Ah, Ayanon scolded me~ Bye!”
Toumachi: “See you.”
Momo: “Oh, that's cute. See you, see you ← Ayanon said this.”
I didn't want to type “goodbye,” so I sent a playful message instead.
And such a reply came back.
I couldn't help but smile.
I've always admired this sort of thing.
I bet I look like a weirdo right now…
— Ding!
Shiori: “TeteTeteT”
“…Huh?”
I see a notification pop up.
The Username is——“Shiori,” Momiji-san.
Shiori: “Sorry, that was a mistake.”
Shiori: “Sorry, I meant that the previous message was a mistake.”
Shiori: “Sorry, sorry, this is confusing. I didn't make a mistake in the recipient of the message—”
“…Ah, she's flustered…”
I can picture Momiji-san in her flustered state (like a flapping bird).
What should I do about this (confused)?
Shiori: “Let’s do our best on the test.”
Toumachi: “Let’s do our best.”
Shiori: “Okay, goodbye.”
Toumachi: “Yeah.”
And then, such a simple message.
Is that all?!!! (sliding away).
I don’t think that. It’s a message she put thought into sending.
I understand Momiji-san’s feelings painfully well. In the end, she thinks about a lot and ends up deleting everything.
And that makes the relationship increasingly tenuous (my middle school black history).
…Messaging apps are deep, huh (?)
—Ping!
“Eh?”
Momo: “By the way, what kind of snacks do you like, Icchi? I'll bring some the day after tomorrow.”
The name is Momo Hatsune.
Snacks, huh…
—Ping!
Shiori: “Good night. By the way, do you have any subjects you’re good at? Do you like libraries? Do you go to libraries? Are there any subjects you’re good at for the test? I like modern literature. Studying in libraries is productive. Have you been to the library since then?”
“Yikes… (fear)”
A long message appears.
Could this be a list of message drafts she was thinking about sending…?
And she ended up settling for “Good night.” She forgot to delete the rest!
As expected of a fellow sufferer (so rude), I can almost read her thoughts.
I’ve done the same thing (black history).
“I have to reply…”
…This is bad.
For now, let's reply while studying.
It's best not to overthink these things.
Shiori: “Oops, I meant to ask if you have any subjets you like.”
Shiori: “Subjects.”
Toumachi: “I like popcorn.”
Shiori: “Eh?”
Shiori: “ ”
Momo: “I'll treat you to snacks so you won't be bothered at home~”
Momo: “But please avoid anything too big, okay?”
Toumachi: “I like physics.”
Momo: “Eh, does that mean you treat studying like a snack…?”
Momo: “(Stamp of a frightened dog getting smaller)”
“Ah”
Why does it turn out like this… (death).
“I'm tired, so good night. Sorry” — I typed only that and went to the “creative room.”
Leaving my smartphone behind.
“…Let's work hard for tomorrow!”
With coffee in hand.
I read through that new book and made notes.
Thinking about the two who will come tomorrow—stuffing knowledge into my brain for them.
Desperately. To not betray their expectations.
The clock read 11:00 PM . The next time I looked, it was 5:00 AM .
Before I knew it, Saturday night had passed in a flash.
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Thank you.