"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

That day, a certain mansion gives rise to energetic production

"Oh, ma'am! He's a healthy boy!

An old old woman wraps her baby up with something like a clean white cloth when she washes it in hot water and gives it to a beautiful woman with red hair.

"Oh... my sweet little boy... I missed you."

The beautiful woman in front of me smiles as beautiful as the model of the painting.

I don't care if I try to talk.

"Ahhh."

I was only able to speak unspoken words.

If you're smart, you know what I mean, but I was the one who said that baby.

Apparently, I... did some familiar reincarnation in the novel.

It's been a few days since I was reincarnated.

I was sorting out the situation while sleeping in what looked like a crib for me.

First of all, I was a 20-year-old guy in the category commonly referred to as a geek who was a freelancer in Japan before I was a baby.

When I was a student, my grades were about the bottom of the box, and I don't know how other schools describe physical education in particular, but in my school, I was always good at technique (the kind that works as a cartographer in a primary school) and family medicine if I liked it better than the top.

She had a lot of friends, but she'd never done it, and she confessed to someone she liked when she was a student.

"Sorry, I know you're a good friend, but I don't see you as a paedophile."

And I was flabbergasted with words that came and went.

And then we'll be good friends again, right? and he was followed but could not have acted as usual after confessing, and remained alienated.

Now that I think about it, that would be one of the youth. After that, I became a chicken person who told me that I couldn't confess even if someone cared about me, but I also enjoyed being stupid with my fellow geeks, so I wasn't dissatisfied with that.

Why was I reborn like that?

A common reason for reincarnation is fiction, which is to die with a lifespan left by God's carelessness, or to be chosen at God's whim to receive cheat abilities and reincarnate. After that, you're usually dead and reincarnated...

I would normally die and be reincarnated, especially since I haven't met a childish god or a tempered white god.

I know why he died.

I lived in one of the 2F rooms in my apartment, but it was raining that day and I stepped off the stairs and I don't remember since.

By the time I realized it, I was already a baby, so that's probably the cause of death.

What an end to my life, but well in reality, I wouldn't go as cool as the Harlem protagonist of Lanobe here and there sheltering a girl who might get hit by a car.

On the contrary, a tractor might have beaten me to death or something more of a story.

Well, there's no alternative to what died.

Let's just say it's from the baby, because life can start over again.

Everyone has fantasized about it once, retaining memories and starting over from a small place, but it would rather gain.

But the problem is we're starting over with the baby.

"Alber. Have you been a good boy? Time for dinner."

And that's where the problem comes just fine.

The red-haired beauty in the example enters when she opens the door.

Judging by the circumstances, this man seemed to be my mother.

My face looks like a Westerner, and I can tell from calling me Aruba that it's not at least Japan.

I was devastated by English and didn't understand fine dust, but now I can understand it as well as Japanese.

Well, I'm thinking about this because I was reborn or something.

It is best to convince yourself with the right conclusions because you do not know how much you think you do not know.

"Well, drink a lot, huh?

Motherly women hold me up and make my chest peel.

No matter how much of a mother you are, it's irritating to me as a virgin to say that you look young and beautiful to expose your breasts without warning.

Nevertheless, there is the law that the spirit is pulled by the flesh, and that is not the exception but my instinct as a baby wins and I start drinking breast milk.

But it's not that there's no reason, so I didn't just feel like playing baby myself, but when I changed my meal time and amusement, it was nothing but playing shame.

I don't even know if he wanted to start around breastfeeding at least. I resented God.