'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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However, the clouds of the rainy season were causing a great deal of rain.

After checking the window with a glimpse of that, I turn my gaze toward the laptop that is open in front of me.

A row of functions and numbers familiar to me for a year were lining up hard.

"You look so boring, you."

I heard voices like that at my library desk, when I was coding assignments.

But I don't recognize that voice.

That means you talked to someone other than me, or you'd be wrong.

If you react, the former will embarrass me, and the latter will embarrass them.

The exchange that occurs afterwards also stinks of trouble, so it's good to ignore it here.

That's what I conclude in my head, and when I don't react intentionally,

"So even you."

The woman pushed her face into my sight.

Much more beautiful, but he still didn't seem to know me.

"... you're wrong."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"............... Really?"

The woman's nymphomaniac face only slightly impairs her eclampsia, but that's all.

I missed my laptop a little bit, took the woman out of my sight, and went on with the assignment.

"Hey, I wonder why you're trying to ignore me"

To say so, the woman stretches out her body further and talks to me.

In a quiet library, I wanted to put together a program that was put out in class while doing research, so why do I have to get tangled up by a woman like this?

I reached that stage and finally turned my gaze towards the woman and made myself clear.

"What the hell was that just now? I'm busy with assignments. If you're soliciting a circle, I'm two years old, so I'm out of line. Go away."

When I glanced at Giroli and the woman, she was a little decent.

After that, he pointed his lips slightly grumpy and said back to me.

"Maybe you don't remember me?

"... maybe nothing, first time, right?

"No, no, because I'm in the same discipline. Information Worker, Two Years"

Tell you what, I'll just eat a little better this time.

Is this woman here?

But if you think about it for a second, you're not in my memory. If you've been in the same discipline for a year on a boulder because of how few people you've known, you'd look familiar about your face.

The lack of it means that this woman is willing to do something suspicious.

"Don't lie to me. Maybe he chose it because I don't seem to have many friends, but if it were the same for a year on a boulder, I'd notice. If it's solicitation, hit it."

"... uh. That's the way it is."

To be clear, the woman nodded with a slight translator's face, then said blushing.

"Me, that was two years ago."

"Hmm?"

"I stayed a year. So you and I will be together from this year on."

Well, if that's the case, it also explains that there's not much left in my memory.

Though it's a little believable...

"I mean, you introduced yourself with this previous discipline drink. I was working so hard because I suddenly didn't have any friends. Don't you remember? Evening Mist So-kun"

Subject drinking.

Even when it comes to the same discipline, universities don't move on a class basis, unlike up to high school. Naturally, the horizontal spread tends to be thin compared to high school.

But anywhere there's one or two guys with a wide face. There are guys like that in my generation, and sometimes they call me a discipline drinker, and they call me a convocator.

I'm not very interested myself. However, before he asked me questions about the past, I was not able to do much underneath, and I participated while involving close friends.

Until last year, he was a wanderer, a solitaire for the grown-ups, but from this year on, he's mixed up with the early birthday guys, and he's making a scene.

I wasn't one of the adults.

Even so, it doesn't seem like much fun.

I don't really know how good alcohol is.

No, something like the feeling of being drunk, I don't know.

But that's all.

I can't really understand how to appreciate such a wasteful and expensive beverage with delicious delicacies.

It's something I'm in that mood for, so I'm just having a loving laugh all the time, and I don't have any memorable tries.

"... I'm sorry, I don't remember"

"Oh, that's good enough. I get it. You must have been boring all along."

"Were you watching?

"Well, or the other way around?

Reverse?

On my questioning face, the woman declared somewhat proud.

"Look, isn't it normal to be seen because I'm beautiful? You didn't see me at all, so I don't care the other way around."

…………

I'm angry at the look on his face.

Sure, she's beautiful, but her personality sucks, this guy.

"Oh, now you thought this guy had a bad personality or something, didn't you? Your sister found out."

"... right"

"Here, you thought it was a pain in the ass now, didn't you? Don't think that's not a good idea."

Meh, the woman who pokes her finger and preaches to me deliberately.

A lot of things to do. This guy.

I, uh, sigh, and then I answer the throw.

"I get it. No, I get it, huh? Because I'm older."

"Yeah, well, you're younger, so pay your respects."

"So, what the hell is your ex doing for you? Come on, it's depressing. Why don't you just tell me the requirements and disappear?

When I make myself clear, the woman has a slightly bitter look on her face.

But she pointed to a point on my laptop and said:

"Here, '; (semicolon)' is missing. Too preliminary to point it out."

"... ah"

Seeing what was pointed out, ';' did fall out.

Typically, when making a program in the C language, it is necessary to put ';' at the end of the instruction text.

Without it, errors are thrown up when you build and you're going to be looking extensively for where the problem is.

My cheeks got hot when I didn't notice until I was pointed out with such a preliminary mistake.

But you don't know how I feel about that, and the woman said whatever else she wanted, and I started.

"I mean, it's been two years, so it's time to take advantage of the function. Why are you writing it all in the main? The process around here should be summed up in a different function and called."

"... that's kind of a hassle"

"Besides, why don't you comment? Too hard to read. You skip too many variables to understand, and you can only be a self-satisfied wannabe programmer like this, right?

"... a big favor"

I exhaled and closed my laptop.

I didn't like being pointed out. For a long time, I didn't like someone saying something to me.

I like a world where I can flaunt on my own, and that's why I got into the game.

Yet again do people have to say things to make that game?

"Thank you. Then I'll fix it at home."

"Wait a minute"

I rambled my laptop into the backpack I use to go to school, and a woman stopped me when I tried to leave.

I pull over and turn to the woman, and she points at herself and asks.

"Hey, Evening Mist. You don't remember my name after all, do you?

"... well"

"Well, not at all. Well, let's just introduce ourselves."

When I looked at her because I wasn't interested, the woman said, "Somewhere great."

"My name is Ibuki Torisu (Triswibki). I'm older, but you can easily call me Ibuki or something."

"Really? Okay, Mr. Torisu."

"You don't understand, do you? Or are you doing it on purpose?

Saying, the woman who named her Torisu had a frightened voice.

Afterwards, Torisu said in a deliberate, adorable voice.

"Next time I forget, I won't accept it"

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Feeling the sunlight so strong, I woke up.

Check the time, after 7: 00 in the morning. I usually get up before eight, so I get up just a little early considering that.

Trying to think about the cause, there's nothing that comes to mind all the time.

The season is over with the summer, coming to the autumn entrance. It's getting a little chilly, so maybe it's because of that.

…… Something like you've been having weird dreams?

I try to remember, but I just have a little headache and I can't remember anything.

I switched my head and decided to fold the futon.

It's not a bad idea to sleep twice, but if you wake up because of it, it's not a bad idea to act like you woke up.

When I worked at the bar, the thought is largely healthy, given that I sometimes slept with the dawn. I feel it.

When I went downstairs, I came across Rye, who had already woken up and had morning support.

"Wow? Total? What's the matter with you? Rarely Wake Up Early"

"I can't be waking up to Rye forever, either."

Even though it's a total coincidence, I'll just put on a little outfit and say it.

Then Rye stared at me like it didn't seem funny and said:

"Heh yeah. So, from now on, you don't have to let me wake you up, okay?

"I'm sorry, I overstated it. Please wake me up."

"Great!"

When I joked and apologized, Rye was in an instant mood again.

And I smiled naturally at the look of the broken Rye.

"Oh, it was just good. Because of this, help me cook. Let's make something a little handy."

"Leave it to me."

I smiled and agreed to Rye's favor.

Seeing the look on my face like that, Rye pulled my hand happily, hehe.

In the form of Rye dragging me, I head to the kitchen, too.

"But the whole thing is weird."

"Weird?"

I'm used to being told a lot, but Rye's words were a little strange.

Rye answers my whine.

"'Cause when I ask you for a job, you always look like you're having fun"

"... do you?

"Yeah. Especially the 'cocktail' thing."

When Rye tells me, maybe it does look a little bit like that.

But no matter why they say it, what do you think?

I couldn't come up with a good return and decided to joke about it.

"Yes, because I am given the 'booze' God the mission of spreading the delicacy of 'booze' to the world. What suffering do you say there is in fulfilling that mission?

"... I'm a little scared because it doesn't sound like a joke"

"... laugh there"

When I made a tired voice, Rye replied with a smile, "Even a joke".

She made me laugh naturally after all.

I only recently heard from "White Oak".

In a month or so, I'm gonna be out of this city for a while.