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

I have nothing to do with these kinds of people...and I don't want to become like that.

And as for me, while there's a limit to what I can accomplish on my own, there's very little I need to do. While I might do extra work when someone asks me to, I tend not to rely on anyone... It's pitiful, but if I don't care, I save a lot of energy.

Let's cut the crap... After all, I was saying that because I talk nonsense, I'm considered to have strong reasoning skills and then forced to assign tasks to me... I should have kept quiet if I had known...

The saying "with great power comes great responsibility" is completely unfounded and absurd. If someone as useless as me is forced, wouldn't I be able to do things I normally wouldn't do?

Well, I can't rule out the possibility that it's just my luck...

Well, for now, let's just attribute it all to luck. After spending a lot of energy, I finally figured out the "truth" of this incident.

To say it is the truth actually needs to be verified...and I have also said that this kind of result based on conjecture can only be called "conjecture" at best.

If we want to prove how close this "fantasy" is to the "truth", I'm afraid the only way is to verify it.

However, before I go to the society that Luo Qinuo told me about to verify it, I have to find another person first.

Ah, I almost forgot...

I turned around and called out to Luo Qinuo who was about to leave.

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask you."

"Huh?" She turned around and looked at me in confusion.

"How much money was in that wallet you lost? You'd better tell me a specific number."

"Of course you can... But why are you asking?"

"...Well, it's a little hard to explain..." I thought for a moment. "Knowing this is probably like knowing the formula for solving a math problem."

"ha?"

One look at her expression and you'll know she doesn't understand...

"Anyway, just tell me."

"....Oh well..."

It seems sometimes it’s better not to explain.

Chapter 8: The Formula for Judging Imagination and Reality

If I think about it carefully...the senior student I met that day who was talkative but very energetic...I seem to have had some contact with her at the cultural exhibition...but that response left a very bad impression on me.

Well, even so, I still have to go find her now. After all, there's still a question in my heart. Once this question is answered... all of this will be over... No, this statement always sounds a lot like the ending of a novel...

"This incident is over."

That's probably a better way to put it.

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

Come to think of it...she only seemed to have mentioned at that time that she was in the second grade, and didn't say which class she was in...and I didn't know whether she actually joined any clubs.

"From where..."

Ah, now I remember, she mentioned the broadcasting room... maybe it's there...

As I was thinking this, I arrived at the broadcasting room... This was my first... no, second time in a place like this. I was tricked into coming once during a cultural exhibition...

After all, I don't usually have time to come to places like this...

When I came to my senses, I found that I was staring at the closed door of the broadcasting room... Uh... It must have looked very strange to others, but fortunately there was no one else around.

I wonder if there is anyone here...

Thinking this, I knocked on the door.

"Please come in~"

Sure enough, the voice that came was a familiar one...wait, but it wasn't that guy's...uh...it had a very subtle feeling.

"Hello..."

I pushed the door open easily... Actually, there was no lock at all. It was just like the door of our club, except that I was the one who opened it for others every time...

There was only one girl sitting next to the table where the loudspeaker was placed. She looked very familiar... Oh, now I remember, she was the guy who interviewed me... She gave me the impression of being quite quiet.

"Ah...you are..." Judging from her expression...she seemed to recognize me, "a friend of Senior Sun Hao, right?"

...You still don't know my name...

"Yeah... My name is Yi Sheji." I looked around. "Is no one else here? I'm looking for that... usually lively senior."

Since I forgot her name, I'll just call her that.

"She is usually very lively...Oh, you are talking about Bai Qiong?" She suddenly remembered.

As expected, this guy remembers names based on their characteristics... In other words, the reason he didn't remember my name is because I'm too ordinary?

"Yes....where is she now?" I asked.

"She went home. Xiao Qiong is a homebody, and the work after school isn't very tiring." She explained to me with a smile.

"...Is that so..." It seems I have no choice but to go back...

"So, what do you want from her? If possible, I might be able to help you..."

She seemed to notice that I looked a little lost, so she asked me...

"Hmm..." Although I felt that she would not be of any help to me, I still said it out of politeness.

"Actually, I wanted to ask...about the notice regarding 'returning lost property'...how much money was found?"

"Ah... that one..." She suddenly remembered, "Since no one came to claim it, I just counted it and found out." She opened the locker next to her, "Look, it's right here... Oh, could it be that you are the owner?"

"No...I'm not."

Looking at her innocent expression, I don't know what to say... She's a grade older than me and yet she's so cute...

"I'm just checking on behalf of someone..."

"Oh, I see..." She nodded, "Then you should check it. I'm also worried about leaving this money here."

“…” I ignored her and started counting.

........

"How is it?" She looked at me quietly for a while, then asked me

"Yes...it's confirmed." I answered her, "It seems that it was indeed the money she lost...Now everything is clear."

I looked at her and said, "Thank you, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first..."

"Hey, wait a minute." She grabbed me when I was about to leave.

"Hmm? Anything else?"

Even if there is, you don't have to hold me like this...

"Just take the money. Hasn't the owner been found?"

She said as she handed me the money.

"Ah? No..." I was shocked by such behavior, "How could you give me this money?"

"Hmm? Why not?"

...This guy...seems very simple... Speaking of which, the chances of me meeting simple people seem quite high...

“This money is very important…”

"Ah, I know, that's why I want to give it to you." She put the money in my hand as she spoke. "I know what you are worried about, but you are definitely not that kind of person, right?" She said with a smile.

....What...this strange trust...is really hard to refuse...

"Well..." What else can I say to a guy like this...

"Okay then..." I put the money away.

"Oh...right." She seemed to remember something.

"...?What's wrong?"

"I suddenly remembered that the amount of money seemed to have been recorded in the broadcast script that day..."

Now it seems useless to say this... Wait...

"Where is that manuscript? Can I take a look at it?"

If that's what's written above...

"Oh, sure," she said, turning and entering the broadcast room. "But didn't we already announce it yesterday... though they didn't mention the specific amount."

Then he handed me the manuscript.

"..."

"...What are you looking for? The one who found the money?"

"Hmm..." I nodded, without taking my eyes off the manuscript.

"Since he's a good man who returns lost property, he certainly doesn't want you to thank him..."

That being said...I ignored her though.

Indeed, people who return lost property are worthy of praise, because this is an affirmation of their behavior of giving up their own selfish desires.

But what about people who don't have that kind of feeling? Should we praise them?

"Thanks..." I handed the manuscript back to her, "I will definitely find him."

"Well...well..." she sighed, "Goodbye then." and waved at me.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Then... everything can be explained.

Although the purpose of the first "tripping incident" and the last "ball-throwing incident" is still unclear...

However, comparing the amount of money in the wallet that I learned from Luo Qinuo with the money that was handed over in the broadcasting room as "honesty", the amount is roughly the same.

In other words, although it was money picked up, it was actually the money in Luo Qinuo's wallet.

This means that the guy who came to repay the money was not a kind-hearted person, but one of the people involved in the plan... or the mastermind.

Because I don't want to let the people I care about suffer losses, I want to exchange them with the same wallet.

Similarly, it was for this reason that the money in Luo Qinuo's wallet was returned in this form.

"...Why bother..." I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

Will going to such great lengths really make others care about you?

In fact, Luo Qinuo didn't even realize that she was being liked...

The one who assisted that person in committing the crime must be the "Cooperation Society" that Luo Qinuo mentioned...

Actually, just by hearing the name, you should be able to tell that this is a club that helps people...but the original purpose of establishing that club was to help other clubs...

But the members of that society rejected Luo Qinuo's request...

This proves that they are actually the ones who caused these incidents, so they cannot be investigated.

They certainly didn't expect that I would come to their door... Besides, their methods are really not fair.

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

"....Um...."

Standing in front of the door of that society.

...Ah, how can I get them to talk?

The trap of inducing contradictions

Why are people afraid of ghosts and gods?

If you describe a murder as a haunting, no one will bother to care. If you describe a house as haunted, no one will rent or buy it. If you describe someone as an evil spirit, no one will want to get close to them.

There are many incidents like this...but there is no clear answer.