A mediocre life and job, facing people I don't want to face.
What we hope for every day is an unchanging tomorrow, because change is usually not a good thing.
Even though it has been polished smooth, the rough sandpaper is still creating new scratches and continuing to polish.
In the past, I could rely on animations and games to numb myself, but gradually, this spiritual nourishment could no longer satisfy the growing emptiness.
"No..."
Amidst this tired sigh, a blinding, heavy light approached, and the shrill, panicked horn sounded louder and louder until...
Bang!
Ishikawa Hayabusa opened his eyes.
At that moment, his eyes lit up, he threw the blanket away and jumped out of bed.
He put his hands on his hips, raised his head and shouted.
"Today I'm also perverted enough!"
"Brother! It's too noisy!"
In the next room, her sister was screaming and complaining.
But how can you, a pervert, just accept complaints without responding?
Ishikawa Hayabusa opened the door like lightning and ran to his younger sister, who was in the third year of elementary school, without saying a word. He pointed to his sister, who had just gotten out of bed and was still in her pajamas.
"Foolish sister, how dare you resist me as your brother?"
Ishikawa Hayabusa's movements are graceful and his handsome face is full of integrity.
She was wearing only light blue pajamas.
Like the younger sister, Ishikawa Hibiki's face turned red in an instant, not out of embarrassment, but out of anger.
With a brother like that, she won't have to worry about low blood pressure in her life.
"You! Get out of here!"
She screamed and grabbed the nearest hard object without saying a word, stood up, took a small step back, and used her strength as the president of the ballet club to kick high, accumulate strength, and quickly set off the alarm clock after landing.
Throwing alarm clocks at speeds of up to 100km/h!
Clock playedoooo~!
Boom.
Ishikawa Hayabusa firmly caught the alarm clock that was being thrown at his face, placed it on the ground, looked up with a smile, and left triumphantly.
He even closed the door.
Walking back to his room, Falcon put on his school uniform. The dark brown, suit-style uniform was not enough to enhance his beauty.
But he still raised his head in satisfaction and took the bag.
"The second stage of perverted evolution, high school student, has begun!"
...
Ishikawa Hayabusa came down from the second floor.
As someone who had a bad life, he decided to live a different life.
If he continues to be shy as in the past and does not resist the things that are suffocating him.
So no matter how many lives you live, you are just an insect.
A tiny, insignificant insect that works hard.
"Good morning! Mom and Dad, this is a greeting from a perverted high school student."
Ishikawa Hayabusa walked downstairs and raised his hand to greet his parents, who were sitting at the dining table, one reading a newspaper and the other drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Falcon."
His mother didn't mind his strange comments at all and responded to him gently.
"Oh."
His father nodded.
After years of his abnormal comments, the two had become accustomed to this slightly abnormal greeting.
Ishikawa Hayabusa sat down at the dining table and started eating breakfast, and not long after, Ishikawa Hibiki also came down.
When she saw her brother sitting at the dinner table, her eyebrows jumped, and she hesitantly walked over and sat down beside him.
But he silently pulled his chair away from the pervert.
Ishikawa Hayabusa, who was eating toast with sweet ketchup, noticed the movement of the chair and turned to look at his sister, who was wearing a long autumn and winter school uniform and black tights on her legs.
He held out his hand, smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Instantly, Ishikawa Hibiki shuddered and looked at his parents in horror.
Her parents turned a blind eye.
For his own safety, Ishikawa Hibiki prepared to deflect the problem.
"When will the perverted brother get a girlfriend?"
The father, who was obsessed with his daughter, didn't even take his eyes off the newspaper headline and just repeated the words.
"It's hard to meet a girl you like after high school."
"Mommy agrees too. Falcon, please stop being so perverted and crazy. The girls will be scared."
Faced with a siege of three people, Falcon drank the coffee and swallowed the last piece of bread.
He got up.
"In two months, I will show you the power of the Harem King!"
After saying that, he confidently walked towards his parents.
"A goodbye kiss from a high school student!"
Amidst their expressions of helplessness and relief, he kissed them on the face, one by one.
Finally, he walked towards his sister and, despite her frightened look and desperate resistance, kissed her on the cheek. Finally, he picked up his backpack and walked to the entrance.
"Good afternoon! This is an early greeting from a pervert! Bye."
"Have a good trip~"
His mother said goodbye to him with a smile.
As he left his house, Ishikawa Hayabusa generously raised his hand to greet his neighbor's grandfather who was watering the flowers nearby.
"Good morning, grandpa. Please give me your granddaughter's LINE number!"
"She's only 7 years old, how can she know that? Get out of here, you brat!"
Hearing the laughter and scolding of his neighbor's grandfather, Ishikawa Hayabusa smiled and quickened his pace.
He greeted everyone he met along the way, and in response to his common perverted greeting, some people didn't care about the perverted part at all and responded with a smile, some complained, and some even responded in a tone similar to his.
He also smiled the whole time.
Until he saw a girl standing in front of the window, the smile on his face turned into surprise.
"So it's like this..."
Although he has knowledge of his past life and various literary works, Ishikawa Hayabusa does not really want to use them.
He wants to live a different life here, trusting himself.
Maybe bad things will happen, maybe you will fail, maybe you will hit rock bottom.
But he felt that if he took the works of others from his memory as a layer of bricks in his own tower of success, wouldn't he become the kind of person he hated most in the past?
Get money by any means necessary and usurp the efforts of others to gain status for yourself.
Maybe he thought a little radically, but he had his own pride.
He doesn't want to be corrupted.
He lost everything, but what if he also lost the last bit of his heart?
So what do you have left?
Therefore, he has been living an ordinary life for the past ten years.
Although he is somewhat of a genius and occasionally writes novels with innovative plots to earn some money, he has always been ordinary.
But that didn't fit with his idea.
How will he live differently?
He continued thinking.
Today, when he saw the girl wearing a pink tracksuit, carrying a guitar, with several band pendants in her hands and several band emblems in her bag, he suddenly had an idea.
He knew, no, it should be said that he might know this girl.
If he guessed correctly, her name was Goto Ichiri, a person with severe social anxiety, a character he knew from anime games in the past.
At this moment, standing right in front of him.
Vivid and three-dimensional.
He looked at the mirror with some expectation and an incomprehensible smile on his face, but after his eyes shifted, his face suddenly became tense and he walked forward with stiff movements.
Ah, I was discovered.
Ishikawa Hayabusa didn't feel the least bit guilty about staring at the girl for so long and scaring her.
Instead, he followed her slowly.
"As a pervert, stalking should be normal."
Ishikawa Hayabusa thought about it and felt that it was very reasonable, so he followed Goto Hitori, who was getting more and more nervous, without paying attention to him.