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

Is this really good?

Well, I don’t know. Maybe in the eyes of others, I am just a monkey with no intelligence.

But even if I am a monkey who types randomly, given enough time, I can produce an article comparable to Shakespeare's masterpieces.

Besides, I'm a guy who knows how to give up.

Give up the false love and look forward to the real encounter

As the alarm clock rang in my ears, the miserable school life was about to begin again, except that it was only from junior high school to high school...

For someone like me who always thinks of giving up, the word "misery" is like my girlfriend, always with me, always by my side, and even occasionally flirting with me... It's really something to celebrate... No wonder...

I don’t want a girlfriend like this!

Chapter 2: Give up the false love and look forward to the real encounter

Some people say that high school life is synonymous with youth. We should taste the greenness of love in our youth, have one or two friends who always accompany you and a lover who cannot be stolen away.

I don't know who said this, but please die a hundred times.

The campus, which should have been filled with a learning atmosphere, was filled with a sour smell called "impure love" because of many words praising youth and the secretion of hormones caused by the season.

Forget about these phenomena, the promised "Forever" and "The Lover Who Cannot Be Stolen" have never been seen. Instead, we watch either breakups or love triangles. Even if we are there to watch the fun, we will inevitably get aesthetically fatigued.

Everyone blurts out "love, love, love." Where's the youthfulness? Is it really okay for a woman to be so carefree? If you openly complain like this, you'll probably be met with a "I think you're envious, single dog," a clear sense of superiority.

Ahhh, do you think I, as an owl, would care about the mouse that is already rotting under your claws?

"So, it's really incredible that these people feel superior just because they have a companion of the opposite sex." I sighed and said to the senior in front of me.

I met my senior at the entrance ceremony. I was completely uninterested in the ceremony and was distracted when the girls next to me screamed and started. Instinctively looking towards the stage, I almost blurted out "harmony."

Then, my senior, who had good eyesight, caught me just in time after the ceremony. "Hey, we meet again."

His left arm naturally rested on my right shoulder and his body leaned towards me. I could clearly smell the scent coming from him. There was no smell of tobacco, alcohol, or sweat. This is something that an average high school boy would find difficult to achieve.

For some reason, I felt a slight heat on my face. To deal with this horrible feeling, I had to replay the erotica I read a few days ago in my head to confirm that I was only interested in women.

"It seems we are destined to meet. I promised to treat you to a meal. Let me take you to the cafeteria."

Before I could answer, he dragged me away.

Who are you? Do we know each other well?...I couldn't help but complain in my heart.

"Well," I pushed his left arm away, "before you do something so intimate to me, could you please tell me your name?"

"Ah, yes." He seemed to have just realized the problem, so he retracted his left arm, stopped and extended his hand to me: "I am Sun Hao from Class 3, Grade 2, and I am also your senior. Just call me senior."

I didn't want to have any physical contact with people of the same sex, but given his friendly attitude, I couldn't refuse to shake his hand and then turn around and leave. Plus, I really didn't know where the cafeteria was.

I had no choice but to reach out and shake his hand: "I am starting school today, Senior Yi Sheji. If I do anything wrong in the future, please bear with me."

The implication is "I am so polite to you, just treat me as an outsider."

The senior withdrew his hand and smiled: "No need to be so formal, please bear with me."

It seems that this senior didn't understand the hidden meaning in my words... Well, whatever.

I smiled and said nothing.

Isn’t the word “senior” formal enough?

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

The high school I attended was the most popular high school in the town. After all, it was the number one high school in the town.

I don't understand the ranking criteria at all, and I don't think anyone else understands it any better than I do, but since it's called "No. 1 High School," it must be better than the other second and third-place high schools. It covers a large area, but since I don't know much about the area, I can't give a specific number; I can only use simple adjectives to summarize it.

It is worth mentioning that the playground of this school is connected to a part of the ancient city wall ruins, so this long-forgotten part of the city wall was converted into a back mountain covered with grass and trees.

Obviously, I would not be interested in such boring things. The person who instilled such useless information into me is undoubtedly a nagging senior.

"Senior," I decided to change the subject to avoid being fed this useless information. I noticed that the couples around me were mostly just a man and a woman... It was so heartless...

So let’s take this opportunity to talk about this aspect.

"Do you think high school romance is wonderful?"

"I think as long as it's love, it's beautiful no matter when it happens." The senior answered me.

While secretly congratulating myself on my senior's insensitivity to changing the subject, I also tried to find a way to continue the conversation, and so this conversation took place:

"So, it's really incredible that these people feel superior just because they have a companion of the opposite sex."

The senior nodded and asked me, "So, have you given up on dating in middle school?" I didn't want to answer, but the senior had already stopped eating and was ready to hear my answer.

I had no choice but to answer him: "Well...you can say you gave up, but you can also say you didn't give up."

"Huh?" The senior looked puzzled.

"When I say I'm giving up, I'm giving up on the hypocritical love that's so prevalent on this campus."

Senior didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement, so I continued, "As for the one I didn't give up on, it should be my ideal encounter, but the probability of it happening is so small that it can be regarded as non-existent. In short, my high school life should be the same as Senior's, there is no so-called love to speak of."

After saying that, I looked at my senior.

"Senior, you're such a brilliant guy, but you haven't dated any girls. Maybe you're hoping for an ideal encounter."

It seemed like I hit the nail on the head. The senior was stunned for a moment, then laughed in relief. "I understand, but there's a difference between imagination and reality. Is this really okay for us?"

"There's nothing wrong with that," I stood up and put away the used dishes. "Since you've chosen to give up hypocritical love, then just wait for a real encounter."

"So, what if we don't meet each other?"

Ah, here comes the most annoying question, and I scratched my head.

"If you can't meet her, just give up the idea of ​​seeking a chance encounter." "Give up?" He seemed a little confused by this answer.

"Give up."

I answered calmly.

The senior stopped asking questions and quietly cleared the dishes.

I stopped talking and waited silently for my senior to put his things away.

Maybe it is really as my predecessors worry, this kind of encounter may not happen, but let the future worry about it. After all, I don’t advocate giving up just to encounter an ideal love.

Giving up rebuttal is tantamount to accepting death

Chapter 3: Giving up the rebuttal is tantamount to accepting death

I didn't expect that my senior would stop nagging after talking to me.

It seems he has some past, but our relationship is too superficial for me to ask.

Now I was walking with him on the way to the teaching building. He was silent the whole time, with empty eyes and I didn’t know what he was thinking.

"yawn..."

It's really boring to continue in a stalemate.

In that case, just leave him alone.

Thinking of this, I said to my senior: "Senior, I'm going to the classroom directly. I'll excuse you today."

After the senior realized what was happening, he nodded and walked to another place.

Looking at the slightly depressed back of my senior, I could only silently make a cross on my chest.

"May God bless you, lost lamb."

Well, even though I'm an atheist.

"Well...."

After looking at the class list and the class distribution in the teaching building, I found Class 3 of Grade 1 without much effort.

Maybe because the meal took some time, most of the classmates were already there. I looked around and finally found a decent seat.

It’s a good place because it’s located at the back and there’s a window where I can look out into the distance when I’m daydreaming. In short, it’s the place where the protagonists in anime often sit.

In fact, I still yearn for this kind of position. Although I don’t have to worry about anyone taking it now, I still can’t help but quicken my pace.

When I was two or three steps away from that position, an object fell at my feet very suddenly.

It wasn't me who hit...

Before I could react, a female voice came from not far to my left.

"Oh~ Yeah"

What a mechanical sound.

I can't help but think of the Queen's three-part laugh.

I was curious about the source of the sound, but I didn't look towards it.

"Oops, I dropped something. Can you help me pick it up? My hands are busy with other things."

The voice was so flat. Is this the right tone to use when asking for help? Even though I was thinking this, I still picked up the fallen object.

Ah, it turned out to be a book, and it was written by me...

"for you..."

When I looked up, I found that the source of the mechanical voice was actually a pretty girl. Her short, straight black hair, her upright sitting posture, and her breasts without a trace of excess fat all emphasized the word "capable". At this moment, she was holding up an ordinary paperback book with both hands.

Can't I just spread the books out on the table and pick them up myself? I couldn't help but complain in my heart.

But from the look in her eyes, I could tell she was unhappy with how long it took me to pick something up, so I gave up on staring at her. Okay, okay, I blinked helplessly and wanted to put the book directly on her desk.

But when I put the book down, she suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"pat"

Because of the fright, the poor book fell to the ground again, and luckily hit my foot.

What a joy.

She pulled my right hand close to her and observed it closely, and said "Oh~ah" which was not sure whether it was appreciation or surprise. My right hand could even clearly feel her slightly warm breath.

For me, who had only had conversations with girls during my three years of junior high school and would blush after no more than three sentences, it goes without saying that I blushed and my heart beat fast when I was faced with such a stimulating thing. I even had the urge to break free from her hand and run away. However, the only bit of rationality I had controlled my inexplicable fear of women, and I just looked around nervously. However, other people didn't seem to be surprised by this. They went about their business as usual, as if it didn't matter.

At this time, the hand was released, and the girl returned to her original sitting position as if nothing had happened, and continued to read the ordinary paperback book.

I hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the book on the ground and put it on her desk. She didn't make any other moves, as if she didn't notice that I helped her pick up the book.

I continued to sit in the seat I had chosen, and the girl was just to the right of my seat.

I glanced at her unconsciously again as I sat down, still in the same sitting position as before.

Well, it's weird, but it doesn't matter.

It's not me who suffers.

I put the schoolbag I brought on the table, and the classmate in front of me suddenly turned around.

"Hey, how does it feel to be held by a girl's hand?"

His friendly tone made it seem as if I was an old friend. Even though I was a bit annoyed with socializing, out of politeness, I still said, "Nothing, just a little surprised."

He raised his eyebrows noticeably and gave me a slightly frivolous and teasing smile, clearly saying, "Brother, stop pretending. I've seen through everything." He then said to me, "Don't worry about it. Rinsenkawa-san is just a bit strange."

"Oh."

I nodded and unconsciously looked at the girl named Rinquanchuan, only to find that she had put down her book at some point and was facing us.

Although her expression remained unchanged, her eyes were filled with murderous intent... It seemed she had heard what that guy said. After all, they were so close...

"Oh my, Liu Yan."

She spoke slowly, and although her tone still sounded mechanical, for some reason, these few words made me feel a strong murderous aura, and I clearly felt that when Linquanchuan called out the name "Liu Yan", the young man in front of me trembled noticeably.

"Please explain how strange it is. Is it stranger than your love for [Harmony] bondage and S [Harmony] M?"

After saying that, he tilted his head to one side in a cute way.

He was able to say such words without changing his expression and even took action. Moreover, the young man in front of me, named Liu Yan, when he found that the people who had stopped talking at some point were looking at him with a strange look, hurriedly explained:

"Ahhh, I don't actually like that kind of strong flavor..."