"Oh Yusuka, did you get it?
"It arrived -. You don't want to see the data inside, do you?
He said he didn't see it.
Tuesday night after the meat festival and sandwiched all day, the first voice I heard over my smartphone was that of my sister Yu-summer in half a month. The memory card that I sent last week with the restored data on my smartphone arrived safely.
We kept the submerged smartphone in the basin and were able to return the data in just under two weeks. I think the vendor with the example that Tsuchiya found on the internet has a really godly technology.
"Don't you see? Really? '
"Because it's true. Is it even a problem if they see you?
"A kiss photo with Ring..."
"Hey who. Who's that guy?"
Boys' elementary school students who confessed to Yuxia and caused disturbances involving Grandma's parents should not have been by that name. This guy, when did you get a guy like that?
"Whoa, you really don't have to look."
"What?"
"If I sneak up on you, you'll know as much as you don't have a picture with a boy?
Ring-kun seems to be a cat at a friend's house, by the way. They say it's a male Somali.
"You, since when did you start playing brainstorming like that? You look like a high school student."
Don't you think she's an elementary school student?
"Honestly."
Why don't you send her a picture of your childhood? The one you can wear if you wear your sister's clothes. "
"Don't you have a human heart?"
It's hard to fate a house with a sister.
"How dare you talk to the early maiden? Get along? '
"Well, puffy. I don't have much time to tell you that I'm ready to go home."
Though Sister Chihiro said Mio had found out it was Nise her. You probably haven't noticed Yu-summer, or you simply don't suspect it.
"Where's Early Maiden's home?
"Metropolitan Yokohama"
Three thousand people in Yokohama?
"Don't take into account the demographic differences between Tangjin and Yokohama. I don't know. Maybe."
Sister Chihiro tells me that the interaction with Ken, the young head of Tangjin 300 people, continues. Mr. Ken also came to the house the past weekend on the day we were eating eels to avoid eel extinction.
'But then my parents would stop right there. It's gonna take days to get ready to go home?
"Well, he's got a lot going on"
"Hey, honey."
"What?"
I said, "Why don't you make a match?"
"... no, it's not"
"Hey, honey, there's a little older and richer guy coming to make out with you."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Dunmai"
"Don't talk on the assumption of losing. No matchmaking in the first place."
This is not an emotional denial, but an impossibility in terms of the contract.
What if Mio made a pageant and didn't marry the other guy and made out with him?
That would naturally make it harder to keep hiring me. I mean, you're going to have to fire me, so there's always going to be a prior explanation for that kind of risk. It's hard to believe that there's a leak in those parts to Mio, the marketer who lives on the contract.
I can't tell you that I don't know Mio as my employer.
"Honey, escaping reality is just vain, right?
There's been some mistake. But my sister doesn't understand.
That the world is stronger with gold.
"This year's old balls are cut by 50%"
"Ha!?
"You know, adult power."
"Ah, we, I love you! Cool and dependable - I'm glad you're here -!... Oh, hey, this is different, it's not so '
It seems Sister Chihiro bowled together at a good time. This is what happens because you flatter me with clarity.
Well, I'll give you a full payment for a little punished candied old balls.
"Then Yusuka, you haven't even done your homework yet. I'm hanging up now. I'm sure you can do it."
"I get it!
"Oh, by the way, do you want to see Mr. Mio again?
"Huh? Have you seen him?... Oh, that's why I'm not! I don't know what you're talking about.
Yuxia's excuse continued until she hung up. Apparently, the Matsumoto family remains the same.
"Totally Yu-summer...... Mio must be making out or something. Impossible, isn't it?
You should be fine there because you value contracts, Mr. Mio.
But if you really decided to make a pageant, Mr. Mio. In relation to employers and employees, all I can say from you is, "Good luck" and "Congratulations". We live together almost every day.
"No, there isn't. I can't help thinking that there isn't."
Speaking of Mio at the time, I'm still struggling to simulate my parents today. I guess I'm hanging in there alone at home.
Here's one thing, can I even plug it in for you? The smartphone on my desk trembled when I was thinking about that.
"... yeah?
Mr. Mio or the dirt house? Where I thought it would be one of them if I were to call, an unexpected name appeared and my hand in starting the call stopped.
"Watarace Michiko"
Mio's former and best friend in elementary school. The name of Teng himself, who took the stuffed animal he cherished and betrayed Mio and planted trauma, was glowing on the screen.
"Wrong call? No..."
Whatever the one-call is, if it's ringing all this time, it must be for me.
I slid through the call start button with no questions left.
Yes, hello.
"Excuse me late at night. Mr. Matsumoto, right?
It's Matsumoto.
"That's confusing."
I feel like it's been a while, this mistake.
"What is it? Suddenly. You won't have any business with me right now."
'I called you because I have business?
"That's right. So, what?
It's not like I personally have any grudges against Miwako Wakase. But two months ago, Mr. Mio got to know each other tangled up, and the conversation just gets really stingy after a complete fight breakup.
I didn't just call to say a grudge. I thought so, but what came up was an unexpected word.
"Mio's house is being remodeled, I thought she knew."
"Reformation?"
"Early maidens are more than thirty years old. I'm not surprised."
My parents aren't really pinned because of their early life, but if they were Mio's parents at twenty-eight, they would surely be close to retirement. Refurbishment for old age, something like that?
"On purpose to let you know that?
'Don't return questions with questions. So, what do you say? Seems like that kid's barely even home, and before he knows it, he'll have trouble getting rid of his personal belongings and stuff, right?
I don't remember hearing that directly from Mr. Mio. But I'm pretty sure it's from the timing.
He said he was going home.
"Yes, you've been in good touch."
"I haven't heard it clearly, but it's probably"
"I lost my phone bill."
"... but why?
What is it?
"That's why you let me know on purpose."
'Don't bother, I don't know her phone number. You want me to write to you? Looks like the reunion postcard went with the transfer.'
"You're welcome."
In a letter, I said, "You know what, you know, next time I'm gonna refurbish?" Surreal through the creeps if it arrives.
'... it wasn't a big reason. Let's say he's the guy I've been playing with every day for about four years, so I hope I let him know about that. "
Apparently, it's a really small goodwill. Surprisingly, no, it was surprising.
"I'm sorry I doubted you. What do you want to do? Shall I take Mr. Mio's place?
Anyway, he was kind enough to let me know if there was anything behind it. If you're going home, you're going nearby, and it won't be a bad time to make up.
"What? Don't joke."
And it seems I'm the only one who thought so.
'What do you want me to tell you now? I gave you the stuffed animal back. "
"That's right. Is that okay?
'By and large, that girl's still unmarried by the maiden name, isn't she? After marriage and childbirth, women don't talk about one thing. "
"That's extreme again"
'Anyway, if that kid knows about the refurbishment, that's fine. I'm hanging up now. "
"Well, if that's all right"
'It's okay. Goodnight, then.'
"Good night."
Really, that's all I said, Miwako Wakase, no, is it Miwako Ishima now? Mio's childhood training hung up.
"... well, human beings are multifaceted."
There is no man but evil, no man only good. It's obvious, of course.
At twenty-four, I think I learned something important.
"Assuming it's a carry-out of luggage for refurbishment, it takes a couple of days or something. I'm glad it wasn't weeks or something."
In a few days or so, Mio will be working hard on simulating your home and getting through it. Shall I have something sweet for you when I get back? With pudding?
Now I feel a little relieved about Mr. Mio's case. Then the rest of the problem is.
"Yeah?"
When I was thinking about that, my smartphone shook up again. It seemed like a day with a lot of calls, and the next time the other guy was a familiar name.
"Hello, earthhouse? What's up?"
"Matsu, let me tell you something first. Anything else in my life, I'm going to sleep at home."
"Hey, what's that too disturbing foreboding?"
"Actually."
"... Murasaki is down!?