10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

Alice and Leese, late at night when Cotalou fell asleep.

Eugene was alone, facing the computer.

Two windows are shown on the monitor.

For one thing, Eugene's sister, Sakura. In those days I can see my husband, George, his friend Lewis, and an elderly couple. Monitor's - The time beyond is 10: 00 am. Apparently, there was a time difference between the world where Eugene was and Los Angeles.

Another window showed the county superintendent. Next to it I see another, middle-aged man. This is the middle of the night, as in the world where Eugene is.

Eugene moves her hand as she looks at the Sacraments on the monitor.

Nevertheless, I can hardly hear the audio. They seem to be typing in and communicating on keyboards like chat. It is Japanese, by the way. Eugene's English skills are hopeless.

Sakura to simultaneously interpret while chatting with Eugene in Japanese. Sakura has lived in the United States for roughly 10 years and her English skills are native.

These brothers and sisters are different.

The theme of tonight's videoconference is face-to-face.

Whatever Eugene, the American group, or the Japanese lawyer combination may say, the direction alone is not the main decision.

With that in mind, Eugene was set to show her face.

It is a feat of the Japanese side and Sakura who understood Nite's ability to pull off a decade without social experience.

"Nice to meet you. Um, I knew I wasn't used to talking to you in this way. I feel like I need to hurry and punch in."

Eugene enters the keyboard with a bumpy grunt. Unlike bulletin boards, they seem unfamiliar with videoconferencing in chat format.

"Oops, something rarely excites you, George. Yeah? Does the guy next door know George?

Just to say hello, the American group, George and Lewis, who refrain behind the Sacrament, are making a small leap. By the way, Eugene was the first to see Lewis.

"Whoa, the momentum on the Japanese side is amazing... is this the county chief? I don't remember much when they told me I was seeing you during the estate relationship..."

Eugene smiling somewhere bitter.

Eugene, who had been pulling into the house for 10 years. After my parents died, I should be face-to-face with the county superintendent over the receipt of that estate and insurance money, and Sakura had pointed that out. But Eugene's memory was vague.

With such Eugene approximate, the progress of the Japan-side will be punched in by the attorneys the county superintendent has found. Yes. The American group is also a little drawn to that type of speed.

"Just calm down...... oh, Sakura's gone. Yeah, well, it was an informal gathering."

Only the light on the monitor illuminates the dark room. Eugene squeaks late at night.

It's like we're back in the drawstring age. But not now. Less than four years after I left the pulling Neat. Eugene is no longer the head of the pioneering group, but the head of the defense group and the head of the village.

Eugene's voice or the sound of the keyboard?

Kotalou, who was moving his ears, wakes up slowly. What's the matter, Yuji? You look worried. After all, Cottaro may have also remembered the old Eugene. She is a kind woman. It's a dog.

By the way, Alice and Leese are on holiday in Sakura's room. Since Reese came, Alice had started sleeping in Sakura's room with Reese. It is Eugene away. Well, given his age of 9, maybe he was just fine. If a young girl sleeps with an old man who has no blood connection when she's a girl, it's not strange to be called a case.

"Are these the producers and screenwriters? You seem more serene than I thought. I thought you were a more giddy person."

Eugene is an ordinary person. When I heard about Hollywood movie producers and screenwriters, all I had was some kind of giddy pearly pee-pea-pea image. It is a poor minister's imagination.

Say the bump, it's nice to meet you and type in, Eugene. The hiccups are big on their own.

You worried about Eugene like that, Kotalou drops by and gently puts his head on Eugene's thigh sitting on the chair.

"Hmm? Oh, you want to see Cottaro too? Look, it's Sakura."

Eugene grabbing both sides of the cottage, lifting it all the way up and listing it towards the monitor.

Cotalou grabbed the sides of both front legs and stretched his rear leg loosely. I am hungry.

One small bark, a jittery and rambling cottage. Oh, Sakura, hiccups, it was just a move to say, "Hey, come on, come on, come on."

Cottalow peeks into the monitor with her rear leg on Eugene's thigh and both front legs on the desk. It's like Cottaro's in the war, too.

"Er, what? Oh, yeah, no more face finding out, no more problems finding out. Sleep tight. If anyone knows anything, I'd like you to get some information. Let me tell you something."

Eugene accepts the light facial and physical finding out. Well, this is exactly what I was telling Sakura, and it's not true. Neither the images or videos on the bulletin board hide Eugene's face. It is fucking brazen. No, I may be alarmed because I'm in a different world.

Kotaro is in a good mood because he saw Sakura move for the first time. Bassa, Bassa and his tail were shaking. In a tiny space between the buttocks of the cottage and the body of Eugene.

"Hey, Cottaro, I'm ticklish. Calm down!"

Rarely can you deceive a cottage, Eugene. Speaking of which, it's a hiccup to be alone and alone. It is also a gathering of people around Eugene, if you think so.

"Um, yeah? Do you want me to tell you the audio from all the videos I've been giving you? I don't know if it's okay in Japanese, but I don't speak English... that's a lot."

Eugene frowns at the request of the American group communicated through Sakura.

That should be it, too. Each video is short, but the uploaded video will be quite a lot. Though winter, pioneering areas are busy. It's not like the pull neet that no longer had time for.

Eugene showing difficulty, but changing attitude immediately.

"What? Just say no to something else for this amount while you're considering it!? If you make a movie...... oh, seriously...... and the Japanese typing of audio is a different fee......"

Eugene glances at her body loudly and rings a giddy chair. The producer told me that the numbers Sakura punched in with trembling hands had a lot of zeros lined up.

However, the annotations come from the Japanese side.

"Huh?... Isn't this the real deal at this price? Think of it as approximate because it could still go up?

Eye-opening Eugene. There is no longer a sense of reality. No, there's no reality or shit in the other world.

Twist your body and look back at Eugene, one-on-one barking cottage. What's the matter, Tamper? What's so amazing? Seems like you want to say. Apparently there was no sense of money in Cottalow. It is a sperm beast.

"Okay! Good luck typing in Japanese, then. Plus I have to take a lot more pictures! Yes, let me take a lot of Leese's magic too!

Eugene sticks up when she asks about the amount.

But.

"Huh? Either way the video can't be used as it is for the movie? Well, it's a commercial camera and it's going to fall off... I can't help it, I guess..."

Eugene drops her shoulders disappointingly.

Residents of the bulletin board pointed it out, but finally the producers thinking about making it into a movie told me. There is no other way for Eugene to snap that the previous struggle is water bubbles.

But the words that follow ignite Eugene again.

"Huh? Making a documentary or TV drama with videos so far and in the future, and making movies with videos made from it? Another contract? Seriously..."

Sakura was called out by the producer and her eyes were rounded.

The information that Sakura puts in surprises Eugene.

Like Eugene, the two lawyers on the Japanese side had their eyes round.

Eugene's story becomes a movie in Hollywood.

That story got even bigger.

Eugene, Kotalou, Alice, Reese, and the pioneering people.

Apparently, far away, no, in a world not here, we're going to be making our TV debut.