Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"No, you, do you want anything?"

The next day, Good tried cutting it out at midday at dinner with a hurry.

Giving gifts for my birthday doesn't mean there's anything else. I decided to give a gift based on the decision that I should thank her for taking care of me from day to day.

However, the way you asked would definitely have been obnoxious.

I regretted hearing it in a way that I was not willing to hide or twist while, but at midday I turned my eyes to surprise me.

"Is it sudden?"

"You don't seem appetizing, and I asked curiosity."

"Another abrupt..."

I thought I would have had a little more delusion myself, but I can't undo it because I'm already out of my mouth.

Can I say I'm lucky? I didn't show how I noticed about my birthday.

For midday in the first place, Zhou can't possibly know his birthday, so maybe he's out of consciousness.

"Right, what you need. What I'm craving now is."

"What I desire"

"Grinding wheel."

"... grinding wheel?

I overheard it because it was a response Zhou had not anticipated at all.

Instead, perhaps no one can imagine asking a high school girl what she wants and getting an answer like this back.

It's usually cosmetic accessories. I want it around the bag. I couldn't have guessed around wanting tools to polish metal.

"Yes, grinding wheel. I have some, but you want a finer finishing grind with more eyes."

"Hey, active high school girl."

"Don't ask me for general high school girls"

It's hard for Zhou to argue with you when you say that.

In flattery, midday cannot be said to be a common high school girl.

It's pretty much at the point where it's nicknamed Angel, but the literary martial arts talent, on top of that, is a good cook and perfect chore.

She's a worthy girl to think of as whose daughter-in-law she is around to kindly burn the care of her sloppy Zhou. My mouth is not very nice though.

Can you imagine a grinding wheel?

I feel like there's no such thing as a grindstone high school girl but midday.

"... you won't buy it yourself"

"I can't afford anything else. However, I don't have many opportunities to use it, and on top of that I just don't get my hands on it because it's expensive. I have something that I can finish even if my eyes are a little rougher than what I originally wanted, so it's okay."

Around saying you possess a few rustles, it's horrible.

"... how is this with a high school girl sharpening her knife?"

"I'm here for you."

"Even if you were there, you're the only one I know, and you're the only one who wants a grindstone."

"I'm glad you meant Rare."

"What's good..."

Too rare to know anything about her tastes or what she wants.

Midday was strangely necked around the perimeter, where I had no choice but to guess.

"Hey, Tree."

I have no idea what trend I want at midday, so I decided to ask the tree for reference with a bitter meat measure.

I have a girlfriend who is a thousand years old and I know her heart, so I expect that she will know exactly what normal girls are going to want.

I don't know if it's okay to apply midday normally at all, but I'm not expecting anything that would please a woman.

"What?"

"The tree is giving away a gift or something to a thousand years old."

Best you ask her what you're giving her, I asked her, but she gets a decent look back.

"Oh, you, someone give a gift to the girl of your choice."

"Do you think it's a pattern I would do that?"

"I don't."

"I would."

"Then why did you ask?"

"It's my birthday that I know, so it's as informative as it gets."

I intend to choose from the reference level instead, but I do not intend to say that much.

"Hmm. That's the best way to do what you want. You know, it's important to do research like that from time to time, and this is the secret to being round."

Nothing. It's not her.

Midday feels dangerous to her and all sorts of things (mainly the killing of the surroundings) and is too much to fear in the first place.

Sure, it's easy to be on your side, pale human morale, but no romantic feelings at all.

Of course I think it's cute, but it doesn't develop like this, it's such an emotion.

"I want something... what if I don't know?

"According to the friendliness. Accessories if you're close, but if you're not close, it's easy to get groceries and disappear. I'm happy with flowers and stuff, but I have a lot of trouble getting them."

"... familiar"

"Well, I studied a lot."

Trees and millennials don't mean compassion from the beginning, but they've slowly packed the distance since middle school. I don't know about secondary school in a different circle, but they've gotten over a lot and developed socially, and they still ask me with the curse.

He also worried quite a bit when giving gifts to a thousand years old, so I can tell that his choice is a lot to think about.

"And the hand cream won't bother you."

"Hand cream?

When Zhou rebels against the unexpected choice, he finally speaks well of the tree he laughed at.

"You'd use it relatively in any age. If a student touches a textbook notebook in class, it dries, and if they are a social worker, they tend to dry with keys and air conditioning, and housewives are prone to roughness because they work in water by housework. It won't rot as a gift."

"Hmm. I'm too familiar with it, Don Pull"

"I'm sure you've heard."

Beh, and although they slapped me on the back, I laugh and flush at each other because I'm not serious.

(Hand cream)

Sure, I wouldn't have any trouble with that.

Although Zhou voluntarily washes dishes after dinner, his hands are not necessarily rough because he will also do it at home at midday.

I guess I have such smooth hands because I usually take care of them, and it shouldn't be bad to give them rough prevention products.

"Well, that was helpful"

"Ask the rest. There will be a unique focus on the same sex."

"... er"

Come on, get used to it.

I don't hate it, of course, but I can subtly draw attention to going to see the bad type of millennium, so maybe now I gently slapped him on the back with the tree laughing happily.