Chapter 322: 322 5

When I got home, the truth was I was searching all over the internet and deciding what to do with my date course the day after tomorrow.

(He did say he loved the specials, and this might be a good idea)

Luckily, the day after tomorrow, I learn that there will be a special hero show of squad objects at Euthanasia City Civic Stadium, and truly think of myself laughing in my heart.

After that, I will search several stores in Euthanasia City and pick up a few that Junko is likely to be happy with.

(Since I have to think about time, do I have to also consider the order of turning and the distance to walk? I mean, are all the men and women in the world such hassles that you think about it every time in advance and you're on a date?

The truth about the originally out-of-the-box nature is that whenever I go on a date, I wonder if I can plan for this in advance.

(Or am I just being too temperamental? It's a lot more mess, I guess I should just keep it where the point is)

When I look at myself from an objective point of view, I truly think that it might be tremendously funny.

In the meantime, I put together an appointment, and now I peek at the anonymous bulletin board. It's a place I've been curious to see for a long time, a board of eighteen banned themes that terribly opens up threads about masturbating.

I have never seen an anonymous bulletin board or question site online. It was true, but I am hesitant to discuss this in real life, and I have been worried about it for a long time, so I thought it might be helpful writing.

The tone was rough, but it was a surprisingly serious place with lots of narrative grass, so I read it really well. But I don't see any information that might help me. At your age, how many times do you masturbate because of your sexual preferences? Am I abnormal? There's no writing to compare them to.

(Let's write it down and ask)

If it was someone who was anonymous and didn't even know his face, I expected someone friendly to do it for me.

'I masturbate four times a day. I can't contain my libido......'

(This kind of sentence is also tight)

Even so, it was decided once, so I pushed the writing of the text without precipitation.

'Too much. We're breaking tech. You know what? Screw you.'

'It's no big deal. I used to be about the same. "

'I don't think you need to worry. But if you do that, you'll lose strength and drowsiness.'

"Neat? When are you doing that much?"

Less to the last question, even as he returns with all sorts of answers and confusion.

"I'm a student. Secondary school sophomore. When I wake up in the morning, when I go home, in the bath, before I go to bed, it's a cycle."

Answer honestly, update in a few minutes and ask for a reaction -

'Too much. A monkey. It's a story. This abnormal lust.'

'It's no big deal. When I was a student, I was like that. "

'If you can't contain it, you won't have a choice. It's an assortment I want to do. It's just that it's forbidden here for 18 years.'

"Are you a virgin student? Do you have a kid you like?

Of all the answers I've given back, I'll just wrestle with the last question again.

"I'm here. Some kids are dating, but it's still about the same time I took a date and shook my hand '

Shortly after I honestly wrote that down, the slate's air changed.

"Mr.. Tsumane-neta '

"Die, not Mr."

"You should get her pregnant soon."

"I took him seriously and I lost him"

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"What is this... why do I have to be so slapped?"

The unexpected reaction returned and I whined in my voice and gently closed the thread as I thought of my uninterrupted facial face.

When True was writing on the net, Kenichi Umegamiya also opened the net and repeatedly wrote.

Total One is open as a substitute for the so-called back-of-school site, and the content he writes is almost determined in one. True slander of Aizawa.

"Aizawa, do a big spin with iron bars and turn him on. Really annoying '

It's a bulletin board with ID, so every time I write it, I change the ID with a proxy tool and pretend to be someone else.

"Oh, I thought so too, w I guess I'm going to be getting attention with that, stupid round w"

Every time I write, I get a sloppy, thin laugh in my mouth. This was a really happy moment. Strange feeling, but I could taste something like victory. I hate it. It's such a pseudo-sensation, like I could really win overwhelmingly over Aizawa.

"This guy again"

"Now it looks like you're changing your ID and swinging someone else."

'You're going to make it look like you're not doing it alone, and you're desperate. I hate everyone about Aizawa. To make you think it's okay. No, because I want to assume it myself.'

'You're always repeating the same words. The styles go hand in hand. I'm vocabulary poor, and I knew this guy was the same guy. It's really pathetic that they're spotting that, but they're not trying to admit it'

After a while, my response to writing to Total One continues to return. I distorted my face to anger because it was just a negative sentence for my writing as usual, but I immediately re-distracted myself and wrote the same sentence as usual.

"Aizawa Himself B w I changed ID and thank you for your hard work."

Now I was satisfied with the feeling of complete victory. As long as you write this down, your victory is no longer wavering. You decide that, and if you assume that, you win.

On the other hand, the hater Makoto Aizawa was eating total skan by revealing his concerns about masturbation just then, and there is no reason to know.

As a matter of fact, I had never seen anyone speak ill of Makoto Aizawa other than myself. On the contrary, it's petty to take out other school defects. However, the writing of praise begins to catch my eye.

All of that suppressed frustration by thinking it was a real selfie, but to be honest, I get anxious. The truth is - no, I was wondering if I was the only one in my class who really hated Makoto Aizawa and the others liked him.

And if that concern is true rather than a concern, and you find out that you are the one who is beating Aizawa... you won't be able to go to school for sure. Transfer or pull?

Futoichi flashed. If you're the only one who hates you, then you can set up to hate the others.

"If you say so, I've heard rumors that you've been crabbing at other students at Aizawa."

'Are you serious? He's a good guy at this school. For what he was popular with, was he rounding out his nature in the margins? I knew it was a bad idea.'

"I heard rumors I ate a woman and got her pregnant."

If no one hates the truth about Aizawa except myself, then you can pretend to be more than one person and fabricate bad rumors. That way I hate the people I never hated before.

Perfect.

Kaiichi, who believes and does not doubt that his plan will succeed, completes the fabricated writing as usual, then waits for a reaction.

"Oh, the usual guy finally started making it up."

'Are you really not going to find out about this? Are you seriously stupid?

'You've been cornered and lost your mind. No, did the original weird get even worse? I hope you don't have to commit a real crime. "

(Holy shit, why are you doing this!

Even though he was quickly spotted and turned into a phase of anger, waking up hysteria and tapping his desk with a donkey...

(Ok, these guys are all true Aizawa selfies. Must be)

He relied on the same way of thinking as usual and succeeded in calming down.

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