The seven-day cycle of life returned to the beginning. Monday became the most irritable day for people. The weekend sun shone on her loose clothes, and the white collar of her shirt gave off a free and relaxed aftertaste. Those smells made people yearn for and miss them, but in the end, when it came to such a day, everyone had no choice but to tighten their scalps and forcefully transfer their souls to another mode.
On the street, the uncles in formal suits had poker faces unique to office workers. Their stiff expressions were frozen on their dark yellow skin, as if they were about to take off a layer of cold shell. They were anticipating their upcoming schedule for Monday: Sitting on the same bus alone, looking at the faces of his colleagues and superiors that he was so familiar with that he felt disgusted; This included highly repetitive tasks, such as burying one's head in the dark and busy work until one's eyes slowly seeped into an unconscious mechanical state. After returning home, her memories began to disappear. She had clearly done a lot of things today, but she could only recall very few of them.
The day passed just like that. Other than the meager salary and mental fatigue that were distributed equally at the end of the month, there was nothing else. Was this the meaning of work? He just needed to earn what he needed every day, and he had to turn the calendar and his life back a page every day. There was nothing to learn from the daily repetitive work. Just like that, his life turned page after page. Most of his life had been consumed for that money.
In the early morning, the clock tower opposite the window was tinkling noisily. It used to be a church, with a huge golden bell hanging at the top of the tower. Every morning and evening, the giant clock would be automatically rung by the electronic timer, representing the beginning and end of a busy day. Later on, the church was relocated, and the clock tower was divided into a residential compound. The bell of the clock tower became the signal for the residents nearby to get up and return late. It was also the time when the sun dyed the sky red in spring and autumn. The clock tower was seven or eight stories high and had been repainted not long ago. Many mornings, Robin was woken up by the hazy sound of the bell.
The morning breeze blew the blue and white curtains. When Robin crawled out of his drunken bed, she could feel the warmth in her chest. This was the first time she woke up with a smile on her face. Her body and mind were white and soft, as if there was a fat cloud tightly wrapped around her body.
Because she slept so sweetly, she had already missed school. She hurriedly washed up and dressed up, then picked up her backpack and ran to the station.
It was drizzling outside. Dark clouds covered Oda Gakuen. There was a long street in front of the main gate of the school, with tall willows planted on both sides. It was the only way for many students to reach the school.
The rain scattered the stars, like fine dust falling silently on his shoulders. Robin no longer drove to school. For one, she felt that a woman who was always sealed in a small mechanical space and isolated from the world was definitely a kind of devastation to herself, who was already tired of loneliness. Secondly, she hoped that she could live an ordinary life like an ordinary person. She wanted to squeeze her body into the group of living people so that she could experience a deeper sense of survival.
The white fog hung on the long street. The drizzle moistened the thick canopy of the tree, and the bright green appeared even softer in the city. The long and narrow rainy street extended infinitely to the horizon, like a small path in a girl's heart, with pink flowers and dreams leading straight to the gradually blurred end.
Robin didn't take an umbrella, and his wet black hair emitted a weak luster in the fog. For the convenience of the car, she gave up on the refreshing short skirt and low-cut spaghetti strap dress. Instead, she wore a pair of casual cropped pants and a short shirt. The simple and neat makeup accentuated Robin's unique slender, fair, and androgynous beauty.
There were students and office workers on the street. The faint sound of a car bell came from behind. The bell was getting closer and closer. Boy A and Boy B were riding their high-end bicycles along the wall at high speed.
"Yo! Big Sis! I'm not wearing a dress today!" When they crossed arms, Boy A slapped Robin's butt from behind.
These two boys had a good impression of Robin, but later, because of their inferiority complex, they believed that such a beautiful woman would never fall in love with them. Therefore, they gradually became jealous and hated Robin, saying some vicious swear words behind Robin's back all day long.
Boy A was thin and tall, with a spiky hairstyle that was very popular in high school. Because this guy always played pranks, no girl in the school was willing to pay attention to him. Perhaps because he had been alone for too long, his personality had become a little neurotic. In his sensory world, he always reversed his image and reality. Every time he acted up, he would feel that he had been in love with her for hundreds of years. He would often hug and hug a certain girl. It wasn't just Robin. He had done this to all the pretty girls in his grade. Some of the girls had also complained to the teacher, but the teacher saw that this guy's parents had both died in the earthquake, and this kind of prank was only occasionally made, so he didn't care about it.
Boy B was a chubby boy who usually wore black-rimmed glasses. He was more introverted and usually did not have any ideas. He was timid and did not do anything well. Usually, they would listen to Mr. A, who was full of evil ideas. His inferiority complex was more serious than A's. Because very few students talked to him, he assumed that everyone secretly hated him, so he often sat alone in the corner without smiling or talking.
However, once she got into a fight with Boy A, she seemed to have changed into a different person. The two of them were childhood friends and had all kinds of bad ideas. For example, using a gas gun to hit a female teacher's butt in class to see who was closer to the "middle gap"; After class, they would lie on the windowsill and spit downstairs. There was a corridor downstairs, and teachers and students often passed by, so they would spit on their heads. Each of them spat three times to see who spat accurately. If they accidentally spat, they would immediately squat down and hide under the windowsill with a smirk. Sometimes, he would stuff bugs into the girls 'pencil cases. It was the kind of big, meaty white worm. They caught a lot of them and stuffed them into the pencil case. After they were done, they found a place to hide and took out their phones in the dark to take a photo of the moment the girl opened the pencil case. In short, the two of them always caused trouble, and no one in the class was willing to pay attention to them. Gradually, their lives became a vicious cycle. The more ignored they were, the more lonely they felt. The lonelier she was, the more she would do mischievous things to attract attention.
In front of the school gate, Robin, who was being harassed, subconsciously straightened his back, covered his buttocks, and staggered a few steps forward. Then, he immediately used his fruit ability to break his neck. Boy A screamed and crashed into Sauron, who was walking towards him. The bicycle fell to the side. Mr. B, who was following closely behind, could not brake in time and ran over the two of them. The woman looked at Boy A on the ground with a cold gaze. Because the warm feeling that Sanji and Vivi gave her yesterday was still in her body, she couldn't help but feel annoyed when this aftertaste was suddenly interrupted.
On the other hand, she felt a little bad for Sauron, who had been hit so badly that his head was bleeding. She took out a black handkerchief and covered Sauron's face. She put her hands together and bowed before retreating into a convenience store not far away from the street.
Thrawn moaned intermittently as he fell in the rain.
Through the glass door of the convenience store, the white rain slowly swayed among the buildings. The water droplets stuck to the glass and were pulled down one by one, like the face of a girl who had been crying for a long time.
Nami took two hamburgers, a bottle of orange juice, and a bottle of milk from the shelf and placed them on the cashier. The girl took out her wallet and was about to pay when Sanji suddenly carried a pile of snacks and placed them in front of her. Then, before the girl could, he stuffed a large bill into the cashier's hand. Nami lazily lowered her eyes, her expression filled with displeasure. At this moment, Robin pushed open the door and walked in. The rain on her body made her cheeks appear round and transparent.
"Welcome!" The cashier was always very enthusiastic when she greeted Robin. This shop assistant was a fan of older women. She usually searched for photos and porno of all kinds of older women on the internet. She even gave herself an online name,"Older Sister Paradise". Ever since he was born 24 years ago, Robin was the most ideal, goddess-like woman he had ever seen, be it in terms of appearance or speech. Therefore, even if he did not have status, money, and ordinary looks, he would still work hard to make such a woman his wife one day.
"Eh? Little Bin Bin! Do you want to eat breakfast?" Sanji grabbed a bag of potato chips and waved it exaggeratedly above his head.
Nami paid for her burger and drinks, glanced at the boy, and left with a snort. Robin didn't know what had happened, but when he saw the girl walking out angrily, he hurriedly stepped aside to make way for her.
"Good morning, Nami."
The woman greeted her, but she ignored her. Robin didn't really care. She thought that Nami was angry because she had a fight with Sanji, so she narrowed her eyes at the man with curly eyebrows."Ah, flirting again?”
The boy gave an ugly smile, then closed the door and quickly ran into the fog.
The convenience store was less than 20 square meters. Other than Robin, there was a high school student and a middle-aged man carrying a bag. Robin took a can of coffee and a packet of biscuits from the shelf and walked to the counter.
Every day at the same time, she would come here to pick the same breakfast and meet the same uncle at the same time. From his appearance, the uncle looked like a salesman. He was bald and wore a black suit. This fellow was basically frowning every day, as if there was always a huge black shadow following behind him. This expression was similar to those office workers on the streets. Their minds were scattered, and Robin could not figure out what kind of sin they had committed that required God to torture their hearts with such oppression. Moreover, a morning like today was really ideal. The fog was like a thin cloud that wrapped around his body. If he could stand in the sky and look down, he would think that this must be a fairyland half-transparent in the white. Coupled with such a comfortable temperature and the smell of fresh grass, there might not be any scenery that left more memories than this blurry white rain. However, these days seemed to pass through these people's minds like a fast-moving mirror. To them, these seemingly shiny days were hurried and boring. Every day was just a number on the calendar that had to be quickly crossed off the next morning. Then, he had to put on his formal attire and start his life of numbers with a cold face.
Robin looked at this expressionless uncle and suddenly thought of those heartless guys who made a scene every day in school. Although they would sometimes rack their brains for exams and the ability to survive in the future, and they would feel anxious because a good-looking girl and the boy they liked had a few more words between classes, once they quarreled with their friends, it was as if they had fallen into a two-dimensional world.? There were birds chirping and flowers fragrant all day long. People could grow up freely according to their own wishes, play and talk freely. Everyone was free to joke with the people they liked and avoid the people they hated without thinking. This was originally a very normal and natural thing, but for these people in society, this place had become a place they would always yearn for.
These guys had already been robbed of the most beautiful part of their bodies by society. For the sake of that pitiful salary, in order to adapt to the company and the living environment, they polished their faces into the coldest mask. This face was usually expressionless during work, but once it met a leader or client, it would smile mechanically and hypocritically as if it had pressed a remote control.
This feeling made Robin extremely uncomfortable. She was thinking about her companions, Luffy, Sanji, Nami, Brook…Would they become like this in the future?
She felt terrible.
The woman came to the cashier. The blonde high school student was in front of her. The boy was wearing a blue and orange long-sleeved sportswear. Because the style was relatively new, and very few people would wear such long clothes to cover their prickly heat in summer, Robin clearly remembered that Soldier Moon wore a similar shirt a while ago. That encounter was quite tragic. Robin accidentally ran over Principal Oda when he drove into the school to take a closer look at the " moon avatar."
When they paid, they took out their wallets at the same time. The boy held a light green frog purse in his hand. The woman's purse was the same as his, a fat " pink toad." The two of them turned their heads and looked at the things in each other's hands without saying a word. Time stopped for a few seconds. The boy pointed at the woman and let out a soft "ah".
Robin pressed a few coins on the wooden table."
"Ah, you're in the same class as Wei Wei, right?”
"Ah ah? It's the lady boss of the coffee shop!"
Robin narrowed her eyes and smiled. It was the perfect posture of a goddess.
The boy shook his fist excitedly and said,"Big Sister's coffee shop is amazing! Was there still a lingerie show tonight? When is that girl called Dusky coming back?!”
Robin was obviously not mentally prepared for his reaction."Hey…Do you go there often? My shop doesn't allow students to enter…"
" It's okay. I'm not wearing a school uniform, and I'm a transvestite…" The boy suddenly covered his mouth and stopped halfway. He remembered that the government had very strict restrictions on ninjutsu. If the spell was used for something other than the mission, the caster would be hunted down by the Dark Group and might even be imprisoned.
"Change? Change into what?" Robin stuffed the toad wallet back into his pocket, and the side of his thigh bulged into a soft arc. "Why didn't I see you at the cafe? Do you always come after midnight?"
The boy wiped his cold sweat and nodded.
"And... that's not right." The woman took the food bag from the shop assistant."Aren't you a ninja?" Why is she studying here (Oda Gakuen)?”
"Of course we have to do it here! There's no college entrance examination here!" The boy was very proud of his choice and raised his voice slightly.
At this moment, the shop assistant interrupted them. He said,"Miss, please allow me to explain. Recently, there had been some problems with the new packaging of the fierce cow. The lid was a little tight. It was best to use a tool to pierce the lid and use a straw to drink.”
The shop assistant pointed at the milk in the blond boy's hand, but his face turned to Robin with a golden smile.
Robin half-opened his mouth and smiled politely at him."" But…I didn't buy milk. I bought coffee…"
The shop assistant realized that she was being a little obvious, and her cheeks blushed slightly." Ah ah…No, I'm just reminding you."
"Instead of reminding them one by one, you might as well write a notice board.”The boy couldn't stand it and interrupted. He could clearly see that the shop assistant was exuding a bold and charming charm. Presumably, this guy was like a lecherous immortal, a guy who loved his sister to the point of madness.
The shop assistant replied,[If there was a notice board, who would buy such troublesome milk?] We got two big boxes!"
"Then why did you deliberately remind me?”Robin understood the characteristics of men. Even if they didn't love him, they would still do some loving actions because they liked his body. So she leaned her face over and whispered into the shop assistant's ear," Don't tell me…you want to f * ck me?”
Her back was thin as she bent down. The round raindrops slid down her neck inch by inch until they entered her soft underwear. The collar of his shirt was cut off from the end of his collarbone. As soon as he finished speaking, Robin's lips gradually curled into a sinister smile.
The shop assistant, who was full of longing for the woman just now, was stunned. This was not the woman he yearned for. She was not the fairy sister that he had placed in the center of his soul.
The black hole between his dream and reality slowly expanded like a gunshot wound on his heart.
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