I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

I advocate giving up, like a person who is no longer qualified in the world. Author: No longer qualified in the world

If the world lacked someone, it would be different, but it would still function normally. But if a person gave up on doing certain things and thinking certain thoughts, could they still be considered complete? So troublesome—Yi Sheji, a high school student who sighed all day, had spent sixteen years in peace. Although he had no envy for others and no energy at all, he still burned with the so-called passion of youth without realizing it.

Chapter 1: Giving Up is the Way of Life

Prelude

“Yo…”

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

The handsome man was walking towards me with a smile, but before he could say the next word, I interrupted him.

"I've said many times that I won't join you."

It's decisive and there's no room for negotiation.

Seeing this, he could only smile bitterly, but did not leave.

"Don't think I'm nagging too much. I...we really need your help."

"Help..."

Sadly, I have decided that I will never help others again. In other words, I have given up on helping others.

"People need to know how to let go, senior."

I said, staring at his popular face.

The monkey who knows how to give up is comparable to Shakespeare

"Squeak! ~~~"

Thanks to the constant chirping of cicadas, I was able to walk sanely under the scorching summer sun...

Who am I... Where am I, what am I going to do...

The sweat kept pouring down, forcing me to think about these questions.

If the power wasn't out at home...why would I be walking on the street? After all, a home without air conditioning isn't much better than the street...

The hot weather is simply an accomplice for ice cream shops to rip you off... Even a guy like me who doesn't pursue material enjoyment can't help but find a ice cream shop to sit down and order a cup of ice cream...

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized... I was in a hurry to go out and didn't bring my wallet with me, but at this time I was already far away from home... It's really a cause for celebration.

"Then..." I wiped the sweat that was about to flow into my eyes and glanced at the cold drink shop nearby.

"It's better to give up..."

Episode 1: The Monkey Who Knows to Give Up Is Like Shakespeare

There's a saying: "If you give up before you start, even rotten wood won't break." There's also a saying: "Mount Tai refuses to give up its soil, and that's why it grows so big." And there's another saying: "Those who give up easily will never succeed."

Well, although the third sentence is something I made up, it is easy to see that people generally have resistance to the word "give up", especially those who have clearly chosen to give up but still make excuses to insist on persisting, just to prevent the word "give up" from appearing on themselves.

I don’t know when it started, but I discovered that even though people look like they have a head on two shoulders, some people are missing limbs.

Ah, please forgive my inappropriate wording (I am not targeting people with disabilities), in fact, the limbs mentioned in the previous sentence are not real limbs, but refer to people's talents.

There are geniuses in this world, and it is better for people to recognize their own abilities before doing things.

So, after I fully examined myself and gave up thirty-two thoughts of suicide, I chose the word "give up", which is not favored by people and even hated by people.

Ah, that’s cause for celebration.

I have to say, the process of self-examination is like self-harm, and comparing myself to superior people is tantamount to suicide. To protect my humble, normal self-esteem, I choose to give up comparing myself with others...

So I don’t envy those guys sitting in the ice cream shop!

..............

Unfortunately, because the game I loved was under maintenance and there was a power outage at home, I had no choice but to step into a world that I would have never interacted with if I hadn't gone to school.

Bored, I walked into the largest bookstore in town.

It’s more about getting some cool air than seeking spiritual nourishment.

By the way, it seems like someone talked to me about publishing a book before. Although I don’t think it’s very reliable, I still hold out some hope.

There weren't many customers in the store. Well, come to think of it, there must be very few people who have encountered the same thing as me... and they would definitely remember to bring their wallets.

There was a billboard next to the counter that I had never seen before. It looked like it was promoting a new book.

“The cover is pretty good…”

I muttered to myself as I looked at the exquisite cover, and then wanted to pick up the book to read the contents. However, after I took it in my hand, I found that the book was sealed.

"what..."

I had no choice but to put it back.

"That book is very good. If possible, you should buy a copy and read it."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from behind me. Judging from the tone, it was probably a man around my age.

Come to think of it, how could I possibly have such a good thing as being approached by a strange pretty girl?

Despite this, I instinctively gave up, put the book down, and turned my head towards the source of the sound.

Judging from his height and attire, the handsome black-haired man must be a student like me. Since he could recommend a book to a stranger, he must be a die-hard fan.

Are you coming here to buy books in such hot weather? It seems there are many people who have more free time than me... Well.

I didn't pay much attention to it. I just nodded to him.

"Oh, sorry, I was so excited... sorry."

The guy seemed to be apologizing.

Ha... I don't care...

"It's okay, it's okay..."

If I were a woman, I would definitely sigh that God has eyes and be captivated by this handsome passerby.

However... I'm a straight man, and I really hate men who keep nagging and explaining things. Even if he didn't say anything, I wouldn't be angry, but he talked a lot, and it always made me feel like he was a troublesome character. So I decided to find a time to end the conversation.

"I really like this book. I heard that it is available here, so I came here specifically to buy it. Seeing that you were hesitating, I just wanted to say a few words." He picked up the book as he spoke.

“It looks great…”

I took a closer look at the cover and froze.

Isn’t this the novel I wrote online? A few months ago, someone claiming to be a publishing house sent me an email, saying that they wanted to discuss the intention of publishing a book with me, and later they also sent me a contract that looked quite realistic.

"They actually published a book?" I blurted out unconsciously.

It feels like a dream.

"You don't know?" the man said in surprise. "Although the sales of the physical book haven't been counted yet, the hit rate on the website is already very high."

"Haha" I laughed awkwardly. What would they think if they knew that I was the author of this novel and was ready to stop updating it at any time?

"So..." I turned to the man and asked tentatively, "What do you find so appealing about this novel?"

"well?.."

"Look, if you want me to buy it, you have to give me a reason."

Actually, I'd like to hear some compliments... There's nothing wrong with a little selfishness.

The man did not refuse to answer and touched his chin.

"Well, the most striking impression it gave me was its rich imagination. It seemed like it was written by a student, but the writing style was so good that it made one feel like it wouldn't matter if the author was a little older. Regardless of whether the content was right or wrong, there was some understanding of certain things that made me think. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's an educational novel. After all, many people nowadays are too lazy to think. But..." He changed the subject.

"Who is this guy? He didn't even attend the release event, and he's been updating less and less lately. I heard even the publisher hasn't contacted him in a long time."

Of course, how could I be so idle as to update my novel instead of playing games during the holidays? As for the publishing house, I don’t seem to have paid much attention to the information.

What a joy.

"So, you really haven't understood this before?" the man asked me.

“Actually, I’ve seen a little bit.”

He said this to change the subject in a tactful way and to cover up the fact that he didn't have any money with him.

"Oh, so what do you think? About this novel."

"Oh... well..."

I didn't expect the other party to ask me back, and it is really difficult to evaluate the novel I wrote casually.

"It feels like a monkey typing on a typewriter."

I thought about it and answered.

"Huh?" The man gave me a puzzled look.

"There is a theory that if there are enough monkeys and typewriters, then these monkeys may be able to type out a masterpiece of Shakespeare. I wonder if this novel was written by the author by chance..." After saying this, I looked at that person. Oh, it's really bad. His expression became serious, as if his work had received bad reviews. In fact, I was really telling the truth, because this novel was originally written by me casually.

But seeing his expression, I had to explain further: "Ah, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to belittle this novel, I just want to say that this novel was written by giving up some things."

"Huh? Gave up something?" His expression relaxed a little.

"Exactly. In my opinion, he gave up three things." I started making up stories. "First, he gave up on his audience. He didn't write popular, easily accepted fantasy novels like those about cultivating immortals. Instead, he wrote science fiction novels with mystery and mystery that were not easily accepted by the audience. This shows that he never intended to have an audience from the beginning."

"Secondly, he gave up on becoming famous. Since agreeing to publish his book, there has been no news from him. This shows that he doesn't write novels for the money."

"Finally, he gave up on updating..." I really couldn't continue making up stories at this point. I glanced at the man, and he actually looked very excited.

"It's to fill in the foreshadowing in the work!" he said happily.

"Yeah, that should be it."

Responded somewhat awkwardly.

"Since you weren't very enthusiastic at first, I thought you didn't like the book at all... I didn't expect you to think so much about it."

It's because you asked.

"It seems like you're also interested in researching this kind of thing? Novels and the like. We seem like we have a lot in common..."

"Ah... I don't think evaluating a best-selling novel or its author really means anything..."

"You're too modest," he walked over and patted my shoulder. "Young man, I have something else to do today. If we meet again, I'll definitely treat you to a meal."

"Ah...that's not necessary." I forced a smile awkwardly.

"Well, we've been talking for a long time, but I haven't asked your name or school yet."

"A name is unnecessary... and I just graduated from junior high school. I don't even know which high school I'm going to."

"Is that so..." he said with some regret, "If you really go to the same school, will you join my club?"

"...I'll think about it."

"Yeah, it seems a bit early to talk about this now... Goodbye."

After saying that, he shook the book in his hand at me and walked towards the cashier.

"Again...."

Well, I chose not to say it out loud because I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet him again.

The above is the ill-fated relationship between me and my predecessor. I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. In comparison, I cared more about my novel.

I shook my head and walked out of the bookstore.

....................

When I got home, I found that the power had been restored, so I turned on the computer and logged into my account, and found the avatar that had been gray for a long time.

"I've received your feedback, so please continue to guide me."

Then, he casually lay down on the floor.