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40. What Happened to My Mind?
Episode 40's
What Happened To My Mind?—
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...~ Hiro Sato ~...
Raku and Miro—the two previously warring little boys have finally returned to peace. They now ran towards the other game machines and left us with the words, Thank you, Brother! compactly.
“How do you think, Yuna?” my many.
“Yes, glad to see them back on top.” Yuna looked at me from the corner of her eyes, with a small smile. “Although we don't know what will next happen to them, but now they should know it.”
“Know it?”
“Ya.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, hmm ...” Yuna placed her hand on the seat of the mock car of the racing game machine. “The bottom line is not to make a fuss again just because of trivial things, right?” The girl's eyes twinkled as she was struck by a glowing game screen.
Yuna rarely sweats. From the moment we first met, I had only seen her once, just in time the girl was in the place of Kak Aina— her organization's so nice and heartbreaking. Why, huh? Somehow, but I want to see him sweat again. Wait—don't think of anything weird, Hiro! I am firm in my heart.
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“It looks like playing this one will be interesting,” my mumbling while glancing at the wide table board in front of us. On the surface of the table are lines and circles with intricate patterns, but the patterns are actually evenly divided over the opposite left and right sides.
In addition, on the table that looks slippery and shiny there is also a block of solid board hanging. There was written the title, Air Hockey which was engraved on the front and back of it clearly. Oh, that means this hockey table game is catching my eye, no mistake.
I know this one game— is wrong, I mean, it seems I know a little how to play it.
“You want to play this?” Yuna likes to read the thoughts in my head.
“Ya.”
“Then, let's play!” saith.
“Ah, alright.”
We ran agilely towards each end of the table, then immediately held the red-painted batting mallets standing in the middle.
“It looks like you know how to play.” Yuna yelled at me.
“Not really, but ...” I quietly glanced at the hockey hole that was just under my eyes, and it also looked not too wide. “... We only need to insert that hockey pin into the opponent's hole in order to win, right?”
“True!”
“Eh?” A fortune? I just sum it up bluntly, if I have to be straightforward.
I turned my eyes to the blue-flashing monitor on the edge of my desk. The small screen shows two simple lines of words that read Player 1 and 0. I think the second line is definitely an indicator that shows the score, and that's probably the biggest possibility.
“All right, ready?” I could feel Yuna's spirit pressing down on me, even though she hadn't done anything so far.
“Ready!” I replied, trying to match his spirit as well.
For the sake of the ticket and the doll that the girl wanted, then from her, this time the acquisition of the ticket for the winner of this game should fall into my hands!
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“You're great too, Yuna ..” My shoulders were up and down, my heart was jumping up and down (like wanting to go out), and my playing tempo seemed to need to be reset again because it was too much of a style when hitting those hockey pins. Will but—
“Wah, I lost.” Yuna giggled as she closed her eyes. “Do you like sports before?”
“Lumayan, sih.”
“But you are very good, you know .. actually all this time you just beat me in one of the games here.”
“Eh?”
“How come you also just came to this city?”
“You think there is only one place in the world?” Yuna reflexively patted her forehead.
After realizing that, I burst out while covering my mouth. “I almost forgot it.” However, in the midst of that laughter I thought again, Hey! Did he just say I beat him? That means ..., I thought deeply while looking at the girl with my mouth gawking. ... crazy, meaning I'm really good at it, dong? Whoa! Just thinking about that had already made half of my consciousness drift away into the air.
He's complimenting me, right? Yeah, right? Duh, pleased, I added in my heart.
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Since Yuna thought that I would be better off playing sports, now she decided to take me to the arcade game Street Basketball. Judging from the name and half a dozen basketballs piled up inside the automatic iron fence alone is enough to explain the purpose and purpose of this game made.
“You must want to play this too, right?” Yuna inserted a coin into the hole of the game machine, then the intro sound like someone who was bouncing a basketball began to beat.
“Of course!” I cried with confidence.
We played together in double mode, throwing basketballs that rolled in sequence from an iron fence that slowly opened towards the ring attached to the wall of the machine. The number written on the scoreboard is always changing every half second (so fast ).
“Hei, Hiro.”
“What?”
“About, Mr Fujima has gone home?”
“But.”
“Eh ..!” —Yuna held down the basketball that she previously wanted to throw—“Why is that so?”
“He was visiting his son's house,” I replied, while my gaze grew stronger on the basketball hoop.
“Means they don't live together?” Yuna was excited. Even he was now faster than me; as if chasing after all his lag.
“Taste so.”
“Never ask the reason?”
“I, hmm ...” It reminded me of Mr. Fujima's fading smile when I asked him a question identical to his. “... don't know too, anyway.” Until now, that question is still a mystery that I cannot solve.
“Maybe it will be heavy, yes, the language?”
“It looks so.”
“OK, deh.” When Yuna made her final throw, the automatic iron fence rushed down and locked up half a dozen of the basketballs.
“Sports is fun, yes?” Yuna snorted to let go of the fatigue, so did I. Maybe, rather we do it simultaneously.
I don't know the meaning of the score showing the 150, but the ticket coming out of this basketball game machine seems to never stop.
“Wah, we got a lot, nih, I became more and more of a peeper of it!” Yuna crouched down as she lamented the barrage of tickets coming out from the hole that was below where someone was about to insert a coin.
“That driver?” askaku.
“Ya ..” After Yuna said so, in the end the tickets stopped popping out. “... I want a doll that time, remember, right?”
“Remember, dong.” I immediately checked how many tickets had been collected from the three game machines we had played together in the grocery bag I was holding. “Eh, how much, yes?” Suddenly I was alone.
“Mana, try me see.” Yuna lifted her body slightly and tried to peek at the contents of the grocery bag. “You should get dizzy, Hiro.” The girl sighed, like she did not think.
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