"Shina…Mashiro, Shina…Mashiro?”
Sho Miyagi did not notice the departure of the 'street entertainer'. He just stared blankly at the girl sitting quietly on the stone steps on the other side of the road, muttering her name.
" Mashiro Shiina?!"
Shino Miyagi seemed to have suddenly thought of something.
The first time he heard this name, he had the urge to say it out loud. However, this name had been hovering in his mind. Through the thin veil, he could not find out more about it.
Now, after seeing the girl, Shino Miyagi suddenly remembered that Mashiro Shiina was not a character in some anime?
Before his transmigration, Shino Miyagi had almost stopped watching anime after graduating from university. The hard work had exhausted him so much that he had to go to work and rest. On the weekends that he finally encountered, he also used his precious time to do other things. Perhaps it was because of his age that he gradually left the house. He even began to think that watching anime was a waste of time.
This was both a blessing and a sorrow.
He liked this ACG world, but the reality of it made him unable to immerse himself in this world. He could only go with the flow. If it was possible, he wanted to stay at home every day, watch anime and play games, and squander his life like this. However, trivial things like daily necessities made him resolutely abandon this idea that had no future.
Mashiro Shiina was the female lead of a certain anime. He had a slight impression of her. He took out the photo from his wallet and held it tightly in his hand. His eyes were unfocused as he looked at the girl across the road. However, his mind began to search crazily, trying to find what he needed in his brain that was comparable to a computer.
However, there was no such thing…
There was nothing related to Mashiro Shiina.
" I remember her name is Pet Girl…"
This was the only memory that Shino Miyagu had, but there was nothing related to it in his brain.
"It's just like…I don't have any memories of the comics that have already appeared in this world. Is it because I'm in this world that I don't have any relevant memories?”
He didn't go forward immediately. This kind of worldview that seemed to have been overturned was more important than anything else to Shino Miyagi.
He looked around blankly.
"This is the so-called two-dimensional world?”
No, they didn't look like them at all. Those people were all alive. They were no different from the humans in the world before they transmigrated. They didn't look the same either.
There were old, young, ugly, beautiful, thin, and fat. This was a complex, diverse, living world that existed here.
"This is not a game, a novel, a comic, or an animation. This is a real world. Whether it's a 2D world or a 3D world, what difference does it make to me who lives in this world? Look, isn't this a success?"
He smiled and stood up, adjusting his collar."…It's better not to know anything. The unknown is fun. In this world, I have a father, a sister, a fiancée, a pretty good online friend, fans, my own manga, and endless money. What's there to worry about or be afraid of?”
Holding the photo in his hand tightly, Shino Miyagi strode forward with his head held high and crossed the road.
He was getting closer, closer, even closer…
The girl was sitting quietly on the stone steps. She was wearing a brand new uniform. Sho Miyagu had some recollection of the uniform of the school affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts in this district. Her light golden or light yellow hair was like the sand of time flowing by her hand. The light golden color was as delicate as the light gauze hanging from a European castle. Her skin was very fair, completely unlike the white skin of an Asian, but it was also different from the rough skin of a Western woman. It was not an exaggeration to say that her transparent skin was white jade or milk.
According to her father's brief introduction, this girl had lived in England since she was young. Today was considered her return.
Her red phoenix eyes were a little narrow, revealing a hint of maturity. They were quiet, peaceful, and pure without a trace of smoke and fire. For a moment, Shino Miyagi could not tell what color they were.
It was like an ordinary light brown, but also like the pink of falling cherry blossoms. She just sat there, and the world around her seemed to have fallen into a quiet white.
At that moment, Shino Miyagi felt that he was standing on the majestic snow mountain, quietly staring at the snow lotus by the Heavenly Lake.
The quiet porcelain doll did not move at all. It was exquisite and beautiful. It was so cute that it made people go crazy. They could not help but want to hug her, protect her, and pity her.
Unable to profane, unable to bear to profane, it was like a cold river flowing through his heart, but at the same time, it also gave him a crazy illusion--he wanted to play with this girl carefully, dye her pure white with his own color, and let her fall from heaven to earth.
He stared at her greedily.
Mashiro Shiina seemed to have sensed something and slowly raised her head.
A breeze blew past. It was the season when cherry blossoms had withered, but Shino Miyagi seemed to see cherry blossoms blooming again.
She quietly looked into the eyes of Shino Miyagi. Her eyes, which did not have a trace of filth, seemed somewhat unfathomable, which made Shino Miyagi suddenly feel ashamed of his previous thoughts. Her eyes were calm and distant, giving Shino Miyagi the illusion that she was looking at him, but not at him.
This gaze, which was not tainted by the smoke and filth of the world, was like Leo Tolstoy's pen, piercing through all your disguises and exposing you naked in front of her.
He stared at her without blinking, and his heartbeat quickened.
"What color do you want to turn into?"
The voice was ethereal, like the clouds in the sky that could not be captured. However, it was exceptionally pleasant to the ears.
"Eh?"
Shino Miyagi, who was slightly distracted, was pulled back to her senses. The girl's voice was hard to decipher, but the strange meaning in her words pulled her down from the clouds.
'What a strange girl.' This was what Shino Miyagu was thinking.
Should he say that he wasn't vigilant when he asked a stranger a strange question? It couldn't be the radio girl, right? If that was the case, then it really did not match her temperament.
"Are you talking to me?"
He turned his head and looked around. There was no one else besides him.
The girl nodded lightly. There was no other expression on her face, as if she had been fixed by the artist at this moment.
"Ha, someone just asked me this question yesterday.”
He recalled the interview yesterday afternoon. That uncle had asked the same question. Although the way he asked was different, the meaning was the same.
"Purple!"
He answered firmly without hesitation.
The girl tilted her head cutely."…Why is it purple?”
"Don't just ask me, questions and answers are mutual. Then what color do you want to dye yourself?”
Shino Miyagi asked after taking back the initiative.
Since you want to play radio waves, I'll play with you.
Shino Miyagi already had a premonition that this girl seemed to be a little troublesome.
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