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Obviously only eleven years old——

"Shouldn't eleven-year-olds study hard?"

"Uh?"

On her way home, Makise Kurisu was persuaded to stop by a voice on the side of the road, and she turned her head curiously.

I saw a person holding countless balloons, wearing a funny red nose, and dressed as a ridiculous clown standing in place.

The face is decorated with exaggerated pigment makeup powder.

"Oh—look what I found."

The clown hopped over and handed a bunch of balloons to Makise Kurisu.

"..." Makise Kurisu subconsciously took the balloon.

If it was an ordinary child, it would have been long ago to ask for a photo with this clown.

But Makise Kurisu is no ordinary child.

She took two steps back politely, holding on to the balloon.

"Thank you."

"Oh ho ho ho ho—"

The clown gave a funny smile.

"Happy birthday, dear lady."

"How do you know...?"

Makise Kurisu opened her mouth in astonishment.

But the clown had already bounced back to his place, and continued to distribute balloons to the children, as if he hadn't said anything at all just now.

"Weird guy—"

Makise Kurisu grabbed the balloon in her hand tightly.

But this area is almost at home, so she doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.

And as long as I go home, my mother will definitely celebrate her birthday for herself.

She quickly forgot about the clown behind her and ran towards her home.

One step, two steps, gradually approaching.

Makise Kurisu let out a little gasp.

She is just a child, and she is still a little girl, so naturally she is not particularly good at running like this.

But she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart.

Today is her birthday, and she has long wanted a microscope as a birthday present.

Although her mother has been busy with work, she knows that her mother loves her.

She is also very grateful to her mother for her hard work in raising her.

"Mom! I'm back!"

She opened the door with a big smile on her face.

but--

What greeted me was not flowers and small salutes, nor turkeys, nor birthday cakes.

The room was empty, no one was there.

The original smile gradually disappeared, and the little girl's body elongated in the setting sun, appearing a little lonely.

There are papers on the table.

Mother: The company still has work tonight, so the money on the table will be handed over to my dear Hong Liqi for her own use.You have to eat well.

Signed is dear mother.

"...Don't you have time today?"

Makise Kurari sat on the edge of the sofa.

She didn't know what to say, and she was naturally sad.

But she also knew that her mother was very busy at work and didn't have time to pay attention to her birthday.

Compared to this kind of thing, she still has work to do.

Makise Kurisu is very sensible.

Sensible until now, there is almost no fluctuation in mood.

Like the one in the animation 'I hate you the most! 'Then the bear kid who ran out the door would never have happened.

It is also this kind of sensible, but not knowing why, that makes people feel a little heartbroken.

"Go out to eat, at least it's your birthday today."

Makise Kurisu stood there for a moment, making up her mind.

Since no one celebrates his birthday for himself, at least he should celebrate his birthday for himself.

After today, Makise Kurisu will officially be eleven years old.

Even if no one knows his birthday today.

You have to be happy too.

Pushing the door open and going out again, Makise Kurisu clearly remembered that there was a clown just now——

Why would he know that his birthday is today?

Makise Kurisu was a little confused.

Return to where the clown is.

The balloon in his hand has been distributed only the last one.

"Isn't this the little girl rushing home for her birthday?"

"...Am I being so easy to see through?"

Makise Kurisu muttered to herself, touching her facial expression.

"Hoo hoo hoo—the kind of smile only a birthday kid would make."

The clown took his time.

"...But my family forgot that my birthday is today, but there is nothing to complain about."

Makise Kurisu shook her head, her small body was standing against the clown.

There is nowhere to go for the time being, so just stay here.

At least some people also know their own birthdays.

And I don't know why, Makise Kurisu always has a feeling of being very close to this clown, no matter what he is, he seems to know——

Wait, isn't this bad?

A stream of cold sweat slid across Makise Kurisu's face.

No matter where you are, there will always be some scumbags who have a special interest in young children, maybe the clown next to me——

"You think too much, kid."

The clown handed the last bunch of balloons to Makise Kurisu.

"Every child has only one balloon, but today is a special day for you."

"I'm eleven years old."

Makise Kurisu wrinkled her little nose, but still took the balloon with a sense of integrity.

"Eleven—still a little boy."

"I! No! Little! Already!"

"Small--"

"Not small!"

Makise Kurisu stepped hard on the clown's foot.

"Ha ha--"

The clown smiled incredulously.

"Do you always stand here? But why did I just see you today?"

Feeling being provoked, Makise Kurisu was still not much angry.

"I'm standing here to amuse the little kids who don't have a birthday."

The big bright red nose looked ridiculous, and the clown smiled and stretched out his palm.

"Then this self-conscious lady, please watch carefully."

"I have nothing in my left hand."

"I have nothing in my right hand either."

pop-

Palms together, clap.

The next moment, a big birthday cake appeared in the empty palm.

"Happy birthday to you, little girl."

The clown's movements were ridiculous, but his palm stopped in front of Makise Kurisu very smoothly.

There are even candles lit on top of the cake.

"Happy birthday."

he said softly.