101 Receptionist Second Year Edition - 23

That if I were in the castle, there would have been magic on Rockman at Baby Pest Clive.

That you're unconscious and your hands are stuck with me.

That I had no choice but to pull a cheat and bring it to my room.

That it's been a day since yesterday.

Briefly describing the general flow, he didn't even show a sleigh that surprised him, and Rockman was just looking at my room as he fell asleep.

He looks bored.

Come on, if you try to freeze your arms off your body, now squeal your fingers at the window.

"Did you even change the pattern?

"Ha!"

Here. This is different!

They would have wondered what the difference was, but I would have popped Rockman beside the pillow with Besilli and hurried to undo the furniture accessories. Dangerous, how can this happen all the time bad for the heart?

"Ouch."

Aside from Rockman, who is hurting by hitting his head against the wall, I'll ask you one just in case.

"You don't remember coming this far, do you?

"At least I don't know how I came to this room."

"Okay, then."

"Okay?"

"Nothing"

Getting back on track gave me a little room in my mind. Maybe it's because Chibi Rockman's, who laughed better than he did when he was an adult, doesn't feel like he should touch it somewhere painfully.

But what experience from that condition made me feel so scurvy right now that, to put it well, I guess I became the perfect person to look like I'd never had a hard time with anything.

I couldn't ask how I remembered when I was little. Before I said I was just unconscious, I could suspect a lot of things asking about that. Not to mention this guy who looks good, so he's going to figure it out as soon as he gets distracted.

But I'm glad I didn't have to take three days off because I'm back to normal. It's not time to go to work yet, so let's go to the director's office as soon as it's time. The story about night work was originally about me tomorrow, and not if I'm stuck here.

Is Rockman unwilling to get out of his bedroom? He stares at my room.

I told him to go home because he woke up and his hands were back on track, but he looked at the room all the time without ever getting tired of having ears to listen to.

Is the common man's room that rare, bong - oh, I just yawned. Are you still just falling asleep?

I want to magically force them out, but I reconsider that since we've just woken up with each other, we can do that. He's a pretty bad guy if you think calmly about bringing him home on his own and kicking him out when he wakes up. Shall I behave like breakfast?

No, no, no. Why am I trying to entertain him? It bothered me. I'm the one.

Speaking of which, I ate yesterday and left the extra polka on the table.

"I see."

Polka is a treat made with a fruit called Portocari, so it doesn't keep much sunshine.

If I try to get off the sleeping table to put it in the storage box, I laugh when I say that the more Rockman becomes.

"I knew it was you."

Ha, and I laugh in my belly like crazy a lot.

I felt a little palpitated when I saw that laughing face, but I have no idea what's wrong.

The narrowed red eyes look at me.

"Are you sure I was just unconscious?

"Oh, yeah, but"

I wasn't aware of Rockman, so I'm not lying. I just lost it, though. He was twisting his neck, sluggishly walking around on the sleeping table.

Eat even breakfast to get this story over with!? and start cooking snuggly off the sleeping table with momentum. After a while, I realized, uh, oh, when I was boiling my cocoa with vegetables in the pan that they replied with a flashy look but that breakfast together would give me extra time to talk. I'm somewhat aware that there's something I can't look at.

But well, I'll have you home when I eat, and if I'm done eating early and I seem busy doing something, I won't bother to talk to you, yeah.

"Can I read this?"

"Nothing, I hope."

Nevertheless, Rockman is somewhat adorable to read the deductive novel by Pulling with his glasses, who sat at the dinner table well. It boils down to a feeling similar to half-rependence that I'm the only one dodgy about this very strange situation.

I hate this feeling of defeat, even though I don't want to think of it as anything but a battle to regret.

Arrange for breakfast at the table early.

When I asked him what he wanted to drink, he also asked me if I would serve him drinks, and I was told to take "Lakiah's Dengled Tea" and tea leaves for the royal family.

There's no way! And if you squeal your nose and intimidate me, you'll hide your face with a book even though you're often not afraid or anything. I'm angry. I served a drink that was hot enough to cook my tongue properly, but I lost again when I saw that drinking didn't change my expression. I've told you many times but I hate this feeling.

"Yes, go away."

I'll have breakfast when you take your seat.

Let's get this over with.

You don't have any complaints about the flavor in particular, did you make all this yourself, or do you have a job today, Rockman, who comes up with an unusual story. Even though I would clap up on the content of the conversation that I had set up like an idiot, I also answer while I think it kind of resembles the conversation my parents make at breakfast.

What is this?

"Hell, it's on the edge of my mouth"

"Oh, no."

"Not that way, this way. It's because I eat so much... so I'm telling you it's not that way"

He reaches out to his cheek and wipes his eating cusp.

Even when I tried to slap my hand at the familiar distance, somehow my body hardened and didn't realize what to say.

Stop it. I can do it myself. I'm not a chick.

I think this guy has had an occasional extra favor or a care-giving part for a long time and no, he hates you so much. When I was studying myself in the classroom, I had been pointed out even though I hadn't bothered to ask 'It's different there' when I was peeked from next door at the problem I was solving. I was annoyed every time this guy looked at me on his own, but in other words, he's bothering to correct the mistakes of the students next door, and the people he fights with every time.

I had never given an interpretation that you were telling me at the time, but I don't like how I am starting to realize this fact now. This is similar to that feeling again, a sense of defeat.

My hand stopped pissed at the words that would have been casually overflowed with "yummy" even trying to rush Sissi and her way back home that she would already be able to kick me out after breakfast.

Oh, my God, I have palpitations again. Now I can't breathe a bit.

Oh, what is this disease? Maybe he has a heart defect, and next time we'll go to Mr. Petros and have a look.

He waved in front of his face as it was solidifying, so I froze that hand for now. I almost got my hair burned in retribution.

The fog was clearing up and it was Rockman who told me it was time to go home, and I opened the window with a full grin that it was good. Window? And when I told the guy with the strange face to go home from the window, I was so convinced that it was a girls' dorm. Much better to hear.

Summoning Yuri in the room, he lets her float out the window and puts one foot on the window trying to get on its back. He has long legs that irritate him.

I wish I'd just popped out there, but yes, he did. Lockman turned around saying he had forgotten to mention something. Go home.

"I told you before, you can't call it a disguise if you change your hair tone."

"What are you laughing at!?

He puffs his hands on his mouth and gets a chill look at him.

Oh, I did forget to undo the color of my hair. Sometimes I want to change my mood! What an objection. I'll tell you because it's not a disguise or anything.

Always is.

Trying to reconsider that he might be a bit of a good guy, he's going to pee right away. I know you don't even want to be considered a good guy, but, well, I doubt myself if I want to think of this guy as a good guy.

That's all right, stay the nasty guy.

See you around the tournament.

"Yeah again...... again!? Not again. No!

"Sounds like fun on your own, really."

What do you mean, no!? And he looks at me with eyes like he even sees a rare beast asking himself.

"Bye."

"Yes, yes! Just go."

I closed the window and warmed up to Rockman on Yuri's back.

After he leaves, I look for the little clothes that would have left me undressed beside the sink and that little box that would have been somewhere on the sleeping table, even to clean it up gently.

"Hmm? That's crazy."

I looked in the room, but the box was nowhere. Could Chibi Lockman have really taken it?...... that's stupid.

There's no jacket I even put on for you.

You don't have the expensive clothes you originally wore, and you took everything back to the past at the same time?...... that's stupid.

Later, a letter arrived in the dorm from Prince Zenon saying, 'Alwes was taken care of. Don't worry, I've kept the conversation together,' he politely thanked me.

Both Maris and the princess were happy to get back to normal. Good.

Fold the letter that was open and put it on your desk.

"Well, we have to get to Hare soon"

Life isn't just about work. Of course, the routine surrounding it is something that must be done.

But I'm sorry about the golden wheel. And how many times have you tasted defeat?

Watch him now.

At the end of this year I was finally entrusted with night work.

Next year I'm going to grow even more and refine my magic and work to the point where I can't beat everyone.