389. The Source of the Anomaly

Of course, this is on the premise that the number of songs cannot be too large.

Shuya played guitar, the Little Senior Sister played bass, and with the drummer and keyboardist, the members were complete.

By the way, both the drummer and the keyboardist are middle-aged men.

Because of the time constraint, Shuya greeted them and then started practicing together.

There will be some modifications to the song during practice, but those are minor.

A day passes quickly when you're engrossed in practice, and before you know it, it's evening.

Shuya and the others were focused on their practice, Inoue Hikoo and the others knew this. Even though they were curious, they didn't disturb them.

We officially disbanded at 9 o'clock, and agreed to practice again tomorrow.

After seeing his Little Senior Sister home, Shuya quickly returned to Mai's house.

After arriving home, Mai was quietly reviewing what she had learned that day.

Welcome back.

"I'm back."

After a set of classic greetings, Shuya asked again, "Have you eaten?"

"Um."

Silence.

Mai felt this was inappropriate and pressed on, asking, "Have you eaten?"

"Have eaten."

Dead silence.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, then looked away.

Now that things have come to this, Shuya knows that comforting him won't work.

He sat down right next to her, without saying a word, and just stayed by her side.

They sat there until 11 o'clock, when Mai and Shuya after the other.

Getting ready for bed.

Shuya plans to continue meditating on the sofa tonight.

However, Mai tugged at his pajamas.

She looked up at him and whispered, "Could you stay in the room with me before I fall asleep?"

"... All right."

Shuya nodded and followed her into the room.

Mai turned off the light, climbed into bed, and lay down, deliberately leaving one side of her body empty.

She saw that Shuya was standing still, so she patted the person next to her.

Shuya hesitated for a moment, then climbed into bed and crawled under the covers.

"Shuya, tell me something interesting."

In the silent room, Mai lay on her side facing Shuya, her long, slender hand reaching out, her fingers lightly scratching Shuya's palm.

She made an unreasonable demand.

"Something interesting?"

Shuya also lay down on his side.

He looked at the pretty girl beside him. "Your sudden change of attitude is quite interesting?"

"Snort."

Mai gave a soft, dissatisfied snort.

She moved closer to Shuya.

The room was completely dark; her eyes could only make out a faint outline.

But Shuya was different; he could see her clearly.

However, her pajamas weren't very attractive; they covered everything up.

The collar was also buttoned up properly, completely obscuring the view inside.

"Shuya."

Mai spoke again.

"What's wrong?"

"Thanks."

She whispered:

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

"You used to listen to my complaints all the time, so it's normal for me to help you."

Shuya the Way.

"Um..."

Mai paused for a long time after she finished speaking.

Then, she took Shuya's hand and said, "... Hey, Shuya, let's kiss?"

These words immediately created an awkward atmosphere in the room.

Section 418, page 389: The Source of the Mutation

Shuya didn't react to Mai's words.

He simply asked, "... Why?"

"..."

Mai did not answer.

"But I refuse."

Shuya said, "But let's talk about it after you're better."

"... You only get serious at times like this."

Mai squeezed his hand hard, then turned her back to him.

"She's asleep."

"Um."

Mai's breathing gradually became steady.

Shuya lay there, a wave of sleepiness washed over him.

... wrong.

He shouldn't be sleepy.

"I... this is..."

Shuya threw off the covers and forced himself out of bed.

Waves of irresistible dizziness assaulted his mind.

Shuya's eyelids kept drooping, and he could barely keep them open.

He used all his strength to resist, but to no avail.

He knew he couldn't resist.

Shuya made a quick decision, stumbling and running to the living room to grab his notebook.

Then, with a quick roll, she fell onto the sofa.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Before he fell asleep, he vaguely saw the source of this power.

He forced his eyes open. "That's..."

"Really? No wonder... he's so amazing..."

"Tsk..."

He fell asleep.

Thursday.

Morning.

Shuya woke up from his sleep.

He stared blankly at the ceiling and said, "An unfamiliar ceiling..."

He had just woken up when he saw a fragrant breakfast on the table.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

Shuya very puzzled and asked the classic two questions.

He rolled over and sat up.

A notebook that was on him slipped to the ground.

Shuya picked it up and stood up.

He glanced at the breakfast; it was quite lavish.

He also noticed a note lying nearby.

Shuya saw the word "thank you" written there.

Who wrote it?

He was simply puzzled, without any real feeling.

He first sat back down on the sofa, opened his notebook, and tried to find some clues.

The first page of the notebook had a line written in large letters:

You've forgotten someone important.

The signature is:

"--- Shuya."

"Oh ho, I wrote it myself?"

Shuya touched his chin.

"Then who have I forgotten?"

Shuya recognized his own handwriting.

One of his strengths was his self-confidence, so he didn't doubt what was written in this notebook.

Even though he felt he hadn't forgotten anyone.

But this is a world where mystical entities exist; who knows if he might suddenly fall victim to one of their attacks.

Shuya calmly turned to the next page.

"Based on everyone's experience, all information about that person will be hidden, so it's impossible to record detailed information about that person."

"I was afraid that writing down the gender would cause the handwriting to disappear, so I used 'that person' as a substitute."