Are you, as meal replacement users, ready for the consequences?

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Ningzi did not do anything else that would arouse suspicion; she chose silence as her answer to this question.

"I knew it."

As expected, Toyokawa Ningko shrugged.

If you suspect something is true, then it is likely true. The probability of suspecting success is far higher than the probability of suspecting failure.

Whether you doubt success or failure, you won't be very happy.

"Then, what if you fall into the water?"

"what?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I'm saying, what about the time I fell into the water when I was a child?"

"I really don't know."

"Is that so? But some people remember it very clearly."

"Who?"

"You can't hear me, Lemon."

Ningzi stood up; she was about to get off the bus, and if she didn't leave her seat soon, she might miss her stop.

As for who remembers it so clearly?

My teddy bear, the one at home that's always being patched up.

It could also be said that his most serious illness knew everything.

Toyokawa Ningko glanced back at Ningzi again.

Goodbye, you boring guy.

"See you later, you annoying idiot."

Ch111. Big Meow Doesn't Dream of Blue-Haired Girls

Ningzi stepped onto the platform, her feet encased in black leather shoes, not wanting to look back at that guy again.

Seeing Ningzi was a truly awful experience.

The closer lemons are to you, the further away everyday life becomes.

Toyokawa Ningko stood in front of the platform until the train carrying Ningko drove away before she took another step.

"At least we can't hear animals talking yet, right? And we don't need any drugs anymore, we don't need any."

While chatting idly with her alter ego, Ningzi slipped the drugs into that guy's pocket.

So by now, the medicine bottle should have disappeared along with the tram.

Black birds, colorless sunlight, inky sky, purple lamplight.

The warm air turned chilly, but Toyokawa Ningko's steps did not stop.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and I'll really be going back."

"If I'm not stimulated before I close my eyes tomorrow night, and the effects of the medication are completely eliminated..."

Ningzi didn't dare turn around to look at the tram; she could only keep moving forward.

She could feel it.

The tram did not leave, it absolutely did not leave.

It was following me, a huge vehicle, tens of meters long and several meters wide, moving forward in tandem with my pace.

Once you turn back, something unfortunate will happen.

"I must completely shatter this terrible mental state!"

"I want to be with my sister... forever..."

I've already taken care of Nagasaki Motoyo, and I can now help alleviate her financial burden.

Whatever obstacles or troubles remain, I will find them all and eliminate them without exception…

If this illness is harmful to you, Xiangzi, then I will destroy it just as I destroyed Nagasaki Motoyo's will.

"Sister, would you want me to become terrible?"

For your sake, I don't want to see Toyokawa Reiko again, who symbolizes bad things.

Disappear, Lemon! It's best if we never see each other again!

……

Wow, I didn't expect yesterday's video to have such a high completion rate!

The peaceful day had come to an end, and soon the restless night would arrive. Yutenji Wakana adjusted her large sun hat, feeling that wearing it now was somewhat superfluous and cumbersome.

"As expected, you have to adapt to the market to make more money. After all, it's the era of girl bands now, so it's normal that traffic and exposure tend to favor those."

If Mai stops looking at his phone, he'll put it in his pocket and ignore it.

Yesterday, Yutenji Ruomai unusually posted a video of herself preparing to learn to play the drums.

The video is very short, sometimes only a dozen seconds long, which is also due to Ruomai's consideration.

It was just a test of the market and the public, but unexpectedly, the number of likes and saves was higher than some of the beauty tutorials she usually posts.

"Sigh, should I find a band too? But aren't all the popular bands these days mostly made up of young girls?"

They are high school students or students who have just entered university.

Yeah, I'm not old! It's okay, joining a high school girl band won't seem out of place.

The sparsely populated streets and the twilight with no one by his side were all familiar to Yutenji Wakame.

Only the ethereal singing coming from afar made Ruomai's heart race.

Although she only knew a little about music, she was certain that the strange melody that was piercing through the street was nothing like any other music she had ever heard.

"Hmm? Is it a celebrity's promotional event, or is a vocal master practicing nearby?"

Just when I was thinking about forming a band with someone and making a big splash, I ran into a wild master?

This is practically like playing Pokémon.

Ruomai adjusted her makeup in the small mirror she carried with her, and tried her best to look poised and elegant as she walked towards the source of the sound.

I was much closer to the source of the music than I had imagined.

After turning left and walking a few steps, Yutenji Wakame entered a small park.

It's the kind of small, even inconspicuous park, sandwiched between two buildings, struggling to survive, giving people a sense of fragility, as if it could be demolished tomorrow.

Hello? Excuse me?

Ruomai walked into the small garden as quietly as possible.

On the swing, the tired girl closed her eyes.

Her long blue hair was loose, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were dreaming of terrifying ghosts.

There was no wind blowing, and the girl sat there quietly, with the orange-yellow sunset behind her, humming a tune softly and in a low voice.

She is so good looking.

Ruomai's movements became even smaller.

"Oh? Upon closer listening, it sounds like a lullaby."

To be able to adapt such an old lullaby in this way... this girl is definitely not an ordinary person.

The school uniform was ironed neatly and the crossbody bag was a popular style from a few years ago; although it wasn't very expensive, it was still quite stylish.

However, the girl seemed to be still half asleep.

"Moshi Moshi? Hello little sister, are you waiting for your family to pick you up?"

Ruomai suppressed her inner thoughts and greeted him warmly.

"..."

Huh? Not going to reply?

The blue-haired girl in front of me was still humming softly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of responding, Yutenji Wakame smiled awkwardly and took a few steps back.

"Ahem, since there's nothing else, I'll be going now?"

Beneath the surface of composure lay countless moments of embarrassment.

Ruomai really wanted to strangle the version of herself that tried to strike up a conversation a few seconds earlier.

But just then, the girl on the swing spoke:

"Excuse me, could you please take this child home?"

The girl blinked her clear, large eyes, her azure pupils resembling those of the Mediterranean Sea.

"Huh? What?"

Before Ruomai could continue asking questions, the girl fell straight backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

"be careful!"

Won't you hit the back of your head if you fall like that?

If the other party's parents get involved, things will get really difficult for me.

If he really is from a wealthy family, then I'm going to sink into Tokyo Bay...

Ruomai hurriedly stepped forward and embraced the other person. The fragrance of wild lilies wafted over her. In her arms, the smooth and sweet-smelling beauty had already fallen asleep.

"Tsk, really, she said she'd take the child home... but she didn't even leave an address?"

With a headache, Yutenji Wakame helped the blue-haired girl up, unsure of what to do next.

"I wish I hadn't come! What a hassle! She's just like those harpies from Greek mythology who seduce captains and crew members."

And I am one of those unlucky ones who couldn't resist the temptation.

Ruomai picked up Ningzi, but what she didn't know was that...

This is someone she absolutely shouldn't have hugged.

Ch112. So DaMiao prepared to take pictures.

It's over.

I was overtaken by the tram.

Oh my god, why is it sticking to my butt and refusing to leave?

Toyokawa Ningko kept walking home with determination, but in the end, she couldn't help but turn her head away in the alleyway in front of her house.

A pair of hands covered her eyes.

It was cold yet soft, and then Ningzi lost consciousness.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Toyokawa Ningko finally emerged from the daze.

"Yes, an unfamiliar ceiling..."

Ningzi rubbed her eyes wearily, feeling as if she were in a luxury apartment building.

The master bedroom's sky-blue walls are covered with posters featuring trendy elements, and it's fully equipped with a computer and game console. Various novels and comics are scattered on the floor or the sofa in front of the bed.

Ningzi is currently lying on a large bed that could comfortably fit three or four silly girls.

"It feels so unfamiliar. Am I still half asleep?"

After several months, Ningzi returned to mattresses priced well over six figures.

A delicate fragrance wafted from the soft fabric, and with a few strands of pale purple hair, Ningzi deduced that the bedroom belonged to a woman around twenty-five years old.

I've never seen an older idiot dye their hair purple... Maybe it's genetic? But who passed down this unconventional gene?

Having naturally blue hair is strange enough, but now there are people with naturally purple hair.

Of the fewer than ten girls I know, only a small fraction have dark hair.

"Are you awake? I just put you down and you woke up... Here, this is the water I poured for you."