Futaba's reason for tweeting is simple, she just wants attention.
"Excuses like kids getting into trouble really do happen," Ryuji agreed.
Futaba glanced at Ryuji lightly and continued: "Maybe since junior high school school, when I found out how boys like that hozen looked at me, I started to hate my body."
"That's right, I was talking about your vision," Futaba glanced at Ryuji from the corner of her eye.
Ryuji glared, "I'm different from guys who just want to watch!"
"Because you still want to touch it?" Futaba raised her eyebrows.
"Nonsense." Ryuji said seriously, "I'm past the age where I fantasize about girls."
Because there is no need to fantasize anymore.
With his speed, he could probably achieve the feat of killing a hundred people.
This wasn't capital to show off, he was with those girls because he liked them from the bottom of his heart.
Futaba snorted, but her heart felt a little strange.
She was also being looked at, but being looked at by this person was not only disturbing.
It was a complicated emotion, but she probably knew what it was.
"But…" Ryuji looked at Futaba and said, "Such complex emotions typical of teenagers do not cause syndrome. Maybe you are very lucky."
There are so many teenage boys and girls all over the world, and those who actually suffer from this syndrome are considered lucky.
Futaba fell silent in confusion.
"Actually..."
Ryuji's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I think I'm suffering from what's called puberty syndrome."
Ryuji held his forehead.
Futaba is adamant and believes in science, and has a negative attitude towards the mysterious puberty syndrome.
So, if she thinks so, it's probably true.
"Let's listen to your situation first," Ryuji said.
After all, he couldn't just leave her like that.
Futaba nodded, and thanked Ryuji.
"There is another Futaba in the world now," Said Futaba, "As incredible as it sounds, I spoke to her on the phone. By the way, my spirit is very stable."
"I didn't say I don't believe you," Ryuji shrugged. He had even seen the most outrageous situations.
"Do you know about this matter?"
Futaba's mind worked very quickly, and Ryuji consulted his opinion about some puberty syndrome he had encountered.
Futaba nodded, "It has something to do with that tweet."
"On the one hand, I hate the way other people perceive me, and on the other hand, I post those kinds of things online."
"I felt a strong sense of disparity between ends and means, which caused me to deviate."
"So your personality is divided into two?" Ryuji raised his eyebrows.
It's not about personality, it's about spirit.
"If there is a possibility, it is quantum teleportation."
"Quantum mechanics again? Planck certainly didn't expect he would be so popular among teenage boys and girls," Complained Ryuji.
Futaba said: "Because I am observed, I am considered to exist. I am the one observing my existence, so when the spirit splits into two, it is equivalent to splitting into two 'Futaba'."
Ryuji thought about it and realized that this problem was easier to solve than he thought.
"As long as you both agree, isn't that fine?"
"It's not that simple," Futaba frowned.
Due to their conflict of being separated, how could they unite so easily?
"Where is the other Futaba now?" Ryuji asked.
"I don't know," Futaba said calmly, "Maybe at the hotel or at the park. Anyway, not at home."
"After all, it's another me, so I'm a little worried."
Futaba shook her head, "I can't interfere in this matter."
"Only one Futaba can exist in the world at the same time, so another Futaba and I will not appear at the same time."
Its existence can only be ascertained by observing it, so the two Futabas will not appear in the same frame.
"So you want me to find her?"
Futaba shook her head and said: "There is only one Futaba in the world. No matter which of her and I disappears, the last one left will be Futaba."
"I understand, then I will look for someone later."
"Did you listen to what other people said?"
"If what you say is true, I will let Futaba live well and become human again," Ryuji said seriously.
Futaba opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"...Up to you."
Seeing that it was almost time, the two of them packed up and went home together.
"You won't tell anyone else what happened today, right?"
On the station platform, Futaba suddenly asked Ryuji.
"Do I look like someone who likes to spread gossip?" Ryuji rolled his eyes.