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

"Oops, hiccup. Oh, one ramen!

"There you are, isn't it bright! Hissybu."

Suburban less than an hour's drive north of Kumamoto City.

A man comes to a ramen shop.

Every time I come back, the man is here to eat the ramen.

This store, by the way, is not the so-called "Kumamoto Ramen" store. I sell it as a local ramen with rich pork bone soup and medium fine noodles, but still minor. Moreover, despite its location in the suburbs, the shop seemed to thrive.

"Ahhh, I knew the ramen here was delicious. The dark soup that glows golden with backfat is going to suck. Oh, Grandma, one change of ball!

"Aye. Ming-kun, where were you this time?

"Look, it was winter. I worked at a Hokkaido resort!

I'm not talking to myself.

I'm talking to the owner across the counter.

"You're free and flattered, anyway! So, you're over here for a while? Look, Kae-yu!

"I saved some money, too, I guess!

He is a much more appropriate man.

And this man, he's over 30 years old.

Though no bachelor bat, it's too free.

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I'm home.

"Oh, obvious! Welcome back."

The man, who finished eating his memorial ramen, travels further home for the first time in months.

Once known there as Japan's best sardine region, it is now the city of Kumamoto.

Nevertheless, it is light even though it is my first return greeting in four months. The person and family are light.

Cheerful, pure, but once you decide for yourself, you don't give in to anyone to say anything, stubborn individualists.

That is fattening.

My family no longer gave up saying anything to a man, either. My family is an individualist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The man returning to his room also heads to the computer desk early to unload.

There's no deep reason there.

Just somehow, that's all I cared about.

"The e-mail... well, I saw it over there. Bye, hippocampus."

A man who just starts surfing the internet.

I am a free man to make. Is it okay for me to take the 30th road?

Well, he doesn't seem to care at all.

"Hissing bulletin board...... hmm? Yabe, I found it funny!

It's bright for some reason even though you're talking to yourself in your own room. He is, in a way, more dangerous than Eugene and other pulling Nettles.

And a man fulfills a life-changing encounter.

That day, a man found a sleigh.

It's like, "[Pull Neat] I haven't been out in 10 years and I've come to different worlds from home to home. [Escape?] 'It was a thread.

"Oh, I'm not Neat either, ever. I'm working! Short-term bytes though!

Deep-minded, 30 years old.

A man who now keeps his residency papers at his parents' home, which became Kumamoto City, but lives freely, taking trips and resort part-time jobs.

In person, a dreamer.

Occupationally unknown freelancers, no, it was just the day freelancers found out about Eugene.

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There was a man in the basement of Kumamoto Street and Miscellaneous Buildings.

In the midst of the explosion, Zyma walks in one hand.

Did you even find it face-to-face?

Shake hands, bend elbows, and reassemble the gripped hands, pulling them against the tentacles of the chest. Exchange words where the distance has narrowed.

"Oh, you're home, Ming!

"Ooh, hiccup! I'm gonna be over here for a while!

A series of actions from the handshake that is exchanged at the club is not just snuggling.

The sound is too loud to hear the conversation at a normal distance.

A man who exchanges words like a scream.

"Right! Then come to the event next time!

"Whoa, contact me! I'll sing to you anytime!

Apparently, this man, to the extent he was called to a local event, was a singing song.

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"Do it, it's funny anyway, Eugene!

Checking bulletin boards had become a man's routine.

On my own computer, on my smartphone.

Seeing Eugene struggling in different worlds writes a bustle.

Well, he doesn't have the feeling of being busy.

Still don't break the place because you've done short-term bytes to flow, traveled, and been involved with different people in different places?

Sing a song, travel, go to a resort somewhere and part-time when you run out of money.

I have many friends but no girlfriend.

It's not like I'm not hot.

Rather, it is as much a pattern of behavior as she is not strange to be able to do.

But the man didn't have a girlfriend.

No, I never had her.

He is still a fine wizard of virginity beyond the age of 30.

I have a lot of friends, but I don't have any best friends to go out with in depth.

There's only one reason for that.

I wasn't willing to cum out on a man.

I accepted that I was different from people, but I wasn't willing to reveal it.

That's why.

I can't help but love, so at least live freely, enjoy life, and die alone.

I don't care what others say. That's fine.

That was the man's will.

Deep Forced, or Unnamed Meet, 30, Virgin.

The body is a man, the mind is a man, but the paedophile is a man.

He was one man who did not cum out and decided to live without revealing to anyone.

I'm not going to reveal a secret, Ming, because it's an ironic name.

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Bulletin board with a story about Eugene claiming she went to another world.

The man was enjoying it.

It's a local Kumamoto, a resort in Okinawa in the summer, and a ski resort in Honshu in the winter.

No images to be uploaded, no videos, no writing on days of nothing.

That may have been one escape for a man who decided not to reveal a secret to anyone.

Whenever information from different worlds rises, shake it up and enjoy the bulletin board dweller Nori.

Even if I find out, I don't have to write it on the bulletin board. And if it's them, maybe.

A casual relationship may have made the loose gathering of those who protruded from society comfortable for the man.

And.

Less than two years after a man found out about Eugene on a bulletin board.

March.

There was a slate that would be a big turning point for the man.

"[Book Slate] Eugene Related Slate Common Off Held part1 [Validation Slate Common]"

It is a thread set up by Eugene's sister, Sakura's friend Hemi.

The off-duty meeting location is Utsunomiya.

The man worked at one of the country's leading winter resorts and nurseries.

Compared to other bulletin board residents, Utsunomiya is closer to home. In terms of distance alone.

"All right, let's go! I'm done with my part-time job!

Light.

He was originally a man with light footwork.

This is what it is if you don't want to cum it out.

By the way.

Earn money on resort bytes, footwork is a light man, but you don't get into places you shouldn't go in.

While it doesn't open, it's not an accessory to a resort byte.

Well, there are rooms and places that rot.

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"No, it was fun! The dumplings were good, the BBQ was good, they were all good guys! The maid... ugh, yeah, it just so happens yesterday!

Return home from camping off.

The man was at Yaesu Gate, Tokyo Station.

I'm waiting for the bus. Roughly a 15-hour night bus from Tokyo to Hakata.

Why take that option when you made money by resorting to part-time jobs.

A little excited, etc., while he was selecting a three-row independent seat bus with an outlet.

I'm an asshole.

By the way, after camping off, the man somehow headed north from Utsu.

I'm here after an overnight stay at the Hot Springs in Fury River.

I am a free man.

No, maybe he cared about BBQ or his own smell.

"Oh, here comes the bus! Whoa, whoa, that's fancy! Hiccup!"

I'm an asshole.

After this, the man regretted the destruction.

No matter how well the environment is, a night bus that lasts more than 10 hours is no different than a painful one.

Moreover, for a man to reach the local Kumamoto, he will be moving again from Fukuoka.

A man may dream of having ass meat after this.

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Joined as a snake squad and performed a song at the campfire for the third campoff.

Afterwards, the man was wandering around the Utsu Palace.

When I heard he was a freelancer who went out normally with guys and ate on short-term part-time jobs, he was called out by a cool nit.

I was wondering if you could either part-time with Ceriseal Inc. or NPO.

It is the temptation of the devil.

No, I wasn't so hysterical when I was invited.

So the man finds out what Eugene said was going to get a lot of money.

The story of Eugene turns into a film. That's in Hollywood, too.

"Seriously, Eugene! Huh? That tangled chores and help with camping off? I'll do it, it sounds funny!

That said, the man started working in Utsu.

Members include County Clerk, the same attorney as the County Clerk, Cool Neat, Knowledgeable Neat, Former Sensitive Salesman, Clothes Group B, and several clerks arranged by the County Clerk.

A man's job is to use and run when he needs telephone numbers, simple input, chores, and exchange of documents.

"Something... awesome. It's rack. I might have had a gift for clerical work!

It's my fault.

But when the NPO is in full swing, the man's previous experience will be helpful.

The camp planned by Cool Nettle was no longer a small event rather than a camp.

Large monitors, acoustic installations, lighting, generators, personnel to be installed & withdrawn.

Stage is not the only thing, but the equipment you need is no longer just an event.

And whether it was the company or the NPO, only men had ever been to an outdoor event.

That's the indoor superb ments.

By the way, it's a small local thing, but the guy has attended outdoor events on the star's side.

Sponsored by NPO, a loose camp-off that if pulling Neat or Neat inspires you to move out.

Soon, the man was in charge of that preparation.

Arrangement of equipment, securing personnel to secondment companies, consideration of means of transport, notification.

Well, without the stars, it wasn't a lot of work.

And.

One contact reaches Celisiel and NPO, Inc.

It was a call and an email from Eugene's sister, Sakura.

Since then, the Utsunomiya office has grown in size, and faces like county superintendents, cool nets, and ex-arms salesmen seem to be busy.

"That looks like a tough one over there. Well, I'm ready for camp for now! Hey, secure the big monitor! Then why don't you tell Cool Nettle and let him know when the date is confirmed?"

The free man was solemnly prepared while enjoying himself.

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Cotehan, unnamed meat.

Freelancers who make money on short-term resort bytes, travel, live freely in music.

A man who has many friends, but does not have a best friend who knows a lot about wanderings and is unwilling to make them.

The body and mind are men, but the paedophile is a man.

A man who decides not to cum out and decides otherwise to live freely.

Cheerful, and unbreakable, man's temper had become a buzz on the bulletin board.

Join the first campoff.

Participate in campoffs every time thereafter.

After the third camp-off, I will start working part-time as a staff member for Ceriseal and NPO, Inc.

Campoffs after they are hosted by NPOs are based on equipment arranged by the man or a contingent company who told the story.

A man who finds himself and the same companion sticking out of society because Eugene went to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.