Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko:Volume1 Chapter6

Final Part

I walked out of the house, and saw that Meme-san parked her vehicle by the road, waiting for us in ambush.

Of course, that was not a type of car that was not an environmentally-friendly form or extremely convenient, but a common bicycle, a so-called lady’s bike.

“How~slow. The sun’s already so big. Why aren’t you out yet~ Hurry hurry~”

She even repainted her make-up impeccably during this short while.

“Don’t tell me we’re going to ferry three people on this bike?”

But though I said that, there was no other way, and I flirted with the idea of giving up here.

“No problems, this obaa-san here is a paper driver. It’s just a small gesture.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying at all.” Did the heat or the cold damage Meme-san’s mind?

“Who’s riding?”Erio joined the conversation while speaking in perfect Japanese. Meme-san did not seem really excited as she naturally said,

“Of course it’s Mako-kun! Also, I’m sitting on the luggage. Wa~ it feels sweet and sour.”

“That’s because it’s about to rot! It’ll definitely become sweet once it ripens.” Also, it seems that Mako-kun became my standard nickname here.

I am an injured person, but it should be alright if I ride a bicycle with one hand.

“Where’s Erio sitting?”

“Here.” Both mother and daughter pointed at the same spot. Of it, it was the personalized basket for Erio.

“I’m not trying to play acrobatics here…”

…Well, never mind.

Erio sat inside the bicycle basket, functioning as cargo. Meme-san is sitting on the luggage, hugging me with both arms wrapped around me.

“Please don’t hug me.”

“How much ‘tsun’ is there in this line?”

“It’s not in terms of digits, but in hundredth. About 3.”

“Your attitude to me?”

“Around 5cm per second.”

I stepped on the pedals, and it was heavy to even spin one round.

Instead of me riding on the bicycle, it might be more appropriate to say that it glided down the slope once the stand was pushed in.

Including the bike, the 4 people and 5 wheels could not get away from this ‘gradual’ speed.

“Gravity depresses me the most!”

“I agree.”

Today, the bicycle will not fly into the sky.

It ferried us, who are not aliens, to a certain point on Earth.