I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World - 59 Receptionist Second Year Edition

“Isn’t that it? Love resentment!

“Oh, I thought I’d say”

Large baths in dormitories. Soaking in the hot water there, Mr. Zozo was approaching Sister Harris with excitement.

Needless to say, it is about the content of the preliminary investigation that I conducted with Sister Harris.

Though it’s okay in the hot tub in the room, it’s still best to soak it in hot water in a large tub when you’re tired. Having washed my hair and body already, I was soaking my long hair in hot water, wrapped in one with brain weather.

“Speaking of which, seniors, don’t you have a lover?

“I’m not here.”

China, who was just at the same time, mixes in with the conversation.

Sister Harris was the one who answered Cheena’s question quickly, watching Zozo next door with half a laugh. I have my glasses on my head because it gets cloudy.

How about you, Senior Hell, to me as I watched as I soaked that up to my shoulder in hot water! and Cheena has heard with her eyes full of anticipation, but even if she asks me that, I only have one word to return.

“Is it true!? I’m surprised Senior Hell isn’t here.”

“On the contrary, I’d like to know why you thought you were here. Is Cheena here?

“No, sir.”

When she answered that, she sank her shoulders deeply and blew the hot water.

“I always wondered if I was with a silver-haired senior and a lover.”

They say that purely strangely. China’s hair tied to one is chong and bouncing and cute.

Satanas is the only one that comes to mind when I hear silver hair. We were together a lot when we were in mobile classes, so maybe it caught my eye.

No, no. If you deny it’s not like that at all, Cheena blew hot water with Bukubuku again, bored to say yes.

You wanted to have a love banana, but I don’t really have a drawer about it. Instead, I’m sorry because I don’t have any Ningro.

“But come on, I resented the woman and I knew the man I fell in love with was shaken.”

“Isn’t that what you can’t say? Zozo’s too conscious that way.”

“Huh? Hmm, absolutely. I must have been terribly upset.”

I don’t know where the certainty is, but maybe it is because I’m a strangely sharp person about other people’s things, sinking my shoulders further like Cheena’s, and I buck the hot water.

“But all this. I’m in love, I’m losing.”

“Is it better to fall in love, lose……?

Pickly ears moved by the word loss I took my mouth off the hot water and asked back to the speaker, Mr Zozo.

“Love isn’t. If you like it first, you’re weak.”

“Is it better to fall in love, lose”

How horrible. Love is the one. I never knew love had victories or losses before. I haven’t even had my first love yet. But I’m so glad I didn’t like people in a detour. There’s nothing that unreasonable about losing at some point.

“Maybe I said something extra? I told you. Sure.”

“No, I learned the opposite”

“Absolutely lying! Something that I definitely felt extra cocky about again! You know, Nanary, if you like love first, you can’t lose anything, can you? So when they like themselves, they turn around and win, and falling in love and losing is after words.”

Then Mr. Zozo took a leap and spoke about the appearance and character of his favorite man, and then he went back to the dorm room, pulled by me and China with a drunken bump of “I knew I was in love but I lost”, only looking satisfied with the little bottle of alcohol he had brought to the bathroom with one hand.