Mm...
After everyone had left, Jiu Ming lay alone on the grass, holding a black leather notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, constantly jotting something down. Come to think of it, he still had not finished reading this notebook—like the information recorded backward from the end, which was practically digging a pit for himself.
Though he had entertained the idea of trying to screw himself over like that, actually putting it into action... he would at least have to wait until the last day, when things looked hopeless!
In short, Jiu Ming had merely idly flipped through the notebook backward. Those two huge characters—Walkthrough—had nearly blinded him!
Real men never looked at walkthroughs!
A mere walkthrough, that was all.
"..." Jiu Ming read it through seriously. Once he finished, he felt thoroughly played. It recorded quite a number of incidents where Suzumiya Haruhi might be left with regrets, causing the world to roll back again.
Every event was listed in neat order, each followed by a checkmark indicating it had been looked into. Some were missing, but Jiu Ming really did find one whole row with nothing missing. And apparently, the rollback had still happened.
Walkthrough my ass!
This counted as a walkthrough?
Casually setting the notebook aside, Jiu Ming rubbed his forehead. Perhaps this "commission" was not the hardest, but it was definitely the most troublesome! Everyday life was one thing, but this endless daily routine was downright murderous!
This was just like that endless... what story was it?
Once upon a time, there was a mountain. In the mountain, there was a temple. In the temple, there was an old monk, telling a story to a young monk. What story was he telling? Once upon a time, there was a mountain. In the mountain,