I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Chapter 32: Rikas counterattack

Chapter 32: Rikas counterattack

EP.32 Rikas counterattack

Yesterday, I ate and played well with the president and the members of the student council until late at night.

After dinner, the three of them ate fruits that my mother cut for dessert, chatted, and left around 9 oclock.

Anyway, that was how it went, the first day of events passed and the morning of the second day of Golden Week dawned.

Im bored.

Again today, I woke up at 4 a.m. and was bored because of the extra time, even after finishing my daily routine work.

I had no complaints about living by the rules, but it was also worth considering that there was suddenly nothing to do during Golden Week.

Except for reading manga, I didnt have any hobbies.

I didnt have a computer or game console in my house.

Thanks to this, I had nothing to do but lie on the floor and search a video on my cell phone, but I suddenly jumped when I received a message.

Ring!

Hello! Ryu-chan! You didnt forget your promise to come to my house today, right?

I replied right away.

Rather, I was waiting for you to contact me.

I asked Papa the other day, and he said its okay if its today. So come to my house by 12 oclock. Mama wants to treat you to lunch because Im always indebted to you.

After sending the message, Rika sent the address through the messenger.

It was a map from Seijo, where she lived.

The road was simple, so I thought I didnt have to worry about getting lost.

I checked the time on my phone, it was only 9 oclock.

Moreover, Seijo Station was only two stops away from Chitosefunabashi Station, where my house was located, so unlike the day before, I would not be late if I left around 11 oclock.

I took out all the golden samurai I had on the bookshelf and packed them in my bag in advance.

When I would meet Mr. Kishimoto, I was going to get all his signatures.

On top of that, I also packed a marker for signing and a signature paper.

With this, I was all ready to go to Rikas house.

I was invited, but I was wondering if I could go empty-handed, so I decided to buy a box of nutritional tonics at the mart on the way.

Like professional writers, he looked like he would eat nutritional supplements and pile it up next to his desk.

Excited at the thought of meeting my esteemed Kishimoto-sensei1In general usage, it is used after a persons name and means teacher; the word is also used as a title to refer to or address other professionals or people of authority, or to show respect to someone who has achieved a certain level of mastery in an art form or some other skill, like a writer. in three hours, I went to the bathroom to wash, with my clothes that I picked with much more effort than usual.

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Dressed up neatly, I left home at 11 oclock as scheduled.

Setagaya is the most densely populated area in Tokyo.

The floating population was quite dense, and when I approached the subway ticket gate, the people in front of me slowly moved away.

To be honest, I was usually uncomfortable with this situation, but I was grateful that it shortened my time.

I put my Suica on the IC reader, stood in front of the subway platform and waited for the next train to come.

It wasnt long before the train arrived in the platform, and after the passengers got off like a low tide, I was able to crumple myself into the train.

As I stood holding the pillar by the door, I could feel the people around me glancing at me curiously.

I knew better than anyone what kind of eyes people looked at me with.

Then the guy who didnt want to let go of my pants immediately ran to Rika and tangled like a gum.

When I looked at her with envy, Rika smiled like a cat and said with open chest.

Our Taro is so cute, right?

I admitted the fact frankly.

If I have a chance, I want to raise one too.

Hehe.

Rika, who raised her nose pleasantly as if she had been praised, beckoned and said to come in.

At her suggestion, I closed the front door carefully and went inside.

Excuse me.

Then someone approached from the living room.

Oh my~ welcome~

I turned my head there to say hello, and then flinched when I found a blonde beauty that was completely identical to Rika.

Uh We

I was trying to guess if it was Rikas sister, but I was in a moment of conflict.

Because at this timing in love comedy, there was a high probability that it was the mother, and not an older sister.

However, she looked too young to have a 17-year-old high school girl as a daughter.

She looked like she was in her mid to late 20s at the most.

Wasnt it Rikas real sister, not her mother?

I was going to ask if it was Rikas sister as I originally thought, but I stopped again like a broken robot because I wondered what I would do if it was really her mother.

If you make a mistake in calling someone when you first meet them, the atmosphere is bound to get weird/awkward afterwards.

Then should I ask if she was her mother, like a clich?

What if she was really her sister?

It would be an even more irreversible awkward atmosphere.

When I thought of all various possibilities, I thought the answer was to ask if it was her sister.

Not to mention her real sister, a mother could look younger than her natural age, so she couldnt take my question in a bad way.

OK. I made up my mind.

Youre Rikas older sister?

When I asked so, the blonde foreign beauty, who looked just like Rika, smiled and waved her hand.

Oh, my, look at him. Youre going to start with flattery when we first meet? I look a little young, but not enough to hear the sister talk about my daughter.

Fortunately, with a light sigh of relief after I made the right choice, I held out the nutritional tonic box in my hand.

I didnt want to come here empty-handed, so I bought this on the way here.

Then Rikas mother looked slightly surprised when she saw the nutritional tonic box I was handing to her.

Its okay to come empty-handed. Why do you have to do this? Come on in. I was a bit nervous with my daughter in the morning because she said you were going to visit.

Mama!

Rikas mother smiled as if she is having fun teasing Rika, who blushed hurriedly blocked her mothers mouth.

I thought that the love comedy world was amazing because no matter how much I looked at it, they didnt look like a mother and a daughter, but like sisters with an age difference, and while appreciating it, I followed them to the kitchen.

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