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

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"You don't look very happy... Here, cheer up."

I thought I was just going out for a stroll as part of an activity organized by the school...but I didn't expect it to be a theme park.

At this time, a cartoon character holding a balloon at the door handed me a balloon.

"No..." I think I shouldn't just ask for other people's things... Besides, I don't know him... I'm not referring to this suit, but the person in the suit.

"It's okay..." She...still pressed the balloon into my hand, "Just hold on tight, or it'll fly away."

She reminded me of this.

"Just like happiness...if you don't hold on to it tightly, it will really..."

Hearing this, I immediately let go of his hand.

"Oh... didn't I tell you to hold it tight..." She seemed a little flustered.

"I have no happiness..."

I don’t know if I was talking to her, but I just ran to catch up with the students who were already ahead of me.

Everyone talks about some great principles, but in the end they don’t even understand other people’s affairs...and they also tell me to grasp happiness or something.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out my hand to my back and touch the aching scar.

All I could feel... was pain.

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"Then we'll be leaving...your dad will be here to pick you up in a bit."

My teacher, who didn't know about my family's situation, told me to stay near the park and wait for my father to pick me up. Actually, I wasn't in a hurry to go back. After all, even when he was awake, he had a serious expression on his face, which was extremely depressing.

"You're here... I didn't expect to see you here again."

A not very familiar voice greeted me...but when I saw her face, I felt very strange.

"Who are you..." I asked impatiently.

"Don't you remember me?... Well, I was wearing a mask at the time, so it's normal that I couldn't recognize you... I just gave you a balloon, but you accidentally lost it. When I wanted to give it to you again, you ran away..."

Now that she said that to herself, I remembered it...but people with this kind of personality are really troublesome.

"I don't like balloons."

I responded indifferently, not wanting to say too much to her.

"I see..." She nodded, "But I remember you said something like... 'I'm not happy'? It's not right for you to say something like that at such a young age."

What?... You obviously don't know anything about me...

"You don't understand..."

I didn't explain anything, anyway, I encountered this

This shouldn't happen to many people.

"...I don't understand." She didn't seem to be talking to me as an ordinary child, but...she was talking to me seriously about her own affairs. "But...if it can be of any help to you..."

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There are two kinds of people in the world, those who live in the light and those who live in the darkness.

And I guess I am one of those people who are in the dark...I have encountered many unfortunate things.

However, there is a kind of people who, although they are in darkness, try to help those who belong to the darkness like themselves to enter the world of light.

Because of the existence of this kind of person, I realized...that I actually have the happiness that she never had.

No matter what...I can't forget what she said to me...I know it because of her.

"Happiness is not just what you have, but also what others bring to you."

"Only a lonely person like me can become a hero."

"Forget about being beaten by my parents... I can't even remember what they looked like... Don't you think you're lucky when you think about it?"

Actually, I'm very lucky...I just met her.

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Later, I tried to look for her in that amusement park again, but she was nowhere to be found...

Is it because of job change or some other reason?

Anyway, after I couldn't find her, I realized how lucky I was to meet her... If it weren't for her words, I would probably have gradually become gloomy... So it was really great to meet her.

"Then... please sit in the back row..."

The new teacher's words interrupted my thoughts, so I walked along the tables to the last row.

Then... when I looked at the boy in the last row, I didn't know if it was my illusion, but I always felt that... he and she had some subtle similarities.

"Are you... a hero?"

People who have never understood

Just cheer up and move forward

Today is Saturday, which should be a day for a poor high school student like me to rest. Besides, I am already indulging in the soft pillows and warm quilt... Although the weather is getting warmer, getting up is not something that can be linked to the temperature... It is force majeure.

However, I heard a voice in a daze... It seems that she has already gotten up.

"Wake up...come down quickly for breakfast."

It must be my mother calling me from downstairs... Really, she has no understanding for me at all... I'm obviously exhausted all the time, but she still arranges that kind of work for me... Although I don't really dislike it, I even feel a little happy, but... when I have to overcome the difficulty of getting up, I feel that everything else is a hassle.

"understood!"

Are we not even allowed to get a good night's sleep? It would be great if there were laws regulating students' sleep time, so that no one could actively wake up a sleeping student.

I answered loudly and turned over and continued to close my eyes, "It shouldn't be a big deal to sleep for another three minutes..." I thought so, and it seemed that I was about to fall asleep again.

"Wake up..."

A slightly mischievous voice appeared in my ears, and before I could react, a cold hand suddenly invaded my warm quilt and pointed directly at my back.

"Ugh~~~"

I couldn't help but scream, and quickly moved far to the side to get rid of those hands.

Just completing this series of movements makes me feel much more energetic.

"How are you? Are you still sleepy?" Mom asked me with a smile, as if she had succeeded in a prank... Really, she's still like a child even at her age...

"No..." I responded a little unhappy, "I could have gotten up later today..."

"That's not the case..." Mom said to me, pretending to be worried. "Have you forgotten your work? It's not a big deal, but..."

"Okay, okay, I get it..." I interrupted her quickly, "I'll go and urge him to submit the manuscript as soon as possible..."

"That's right..." Mom nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly looked at me who was changing clothes, "Oh..."

"What...what happened?"

I don't quite understand the meaning of this exclamation.

"Your taste is getting better and better...Isn't this style very beautiful?" She looked at my breasts with interest.

"Where are you looking at?!"

I quickly covered the part I had just put on.

"What's the matter? We're mother and son, right? There's no need to be so shy... or is it..." His mischievous expression reappeared, "Only special people can see it?"

"Ahhh, that's enough! Stop joking around."

I felt my face turn completely red... Even though she was my mother, she still liked to make fun of me.

"Okay, okay... then hurry up. The food is getting cold..." He said as he prepared to turn around and leave.

"It's because you like to nag..." I complained softly.

"Oh, right." She suddenly turned her head as if she remembered something.

"Hey? What...what happened?"

Did you hear my complaint just now?

"Come to think of it, doesn't the author you're responsible for often fail to submit manuscripts? It's really annoying to keep asking you to do it... How about switching to a more responsible author? He's quite popular right now, but if someone else were to supervise him, maybe he'd be even more popular..."

"Don't say that..." I felt a little angry at that moment, "You asked me to try it, and I can do it well. How can you say that you want to replace me? It's unreasonable..."

"...Well, I'm not forcing you, so don't react so strongly." She waved her hand to calm me down. "Since you don't want to change people, then think of a way to make him a little more proactive."

"...I will."

I responded to her like this.

"That's good... Oh, by the way, there is one most important thing that needs to be confirmed." She looked very nervous, as if she suddenly remembered something important.

"What happened again?"

"Could it be that...the person who can see that...is him?"

"Hmm?"

At that moment, I seemed to know what I had exposed.

"Oh...it seems my daughter has grown up..."

“...Ahhhhhhhhh! Stop talking nonsense!”

Chapter 0: Cheer up and move forward

"Sigh... Is this week's ranking tenth..."

After I told the author I was responsible for the results, his reaction was quite normal.

"Yeah, your opponent has been ranked second for three weeks in a row, and your best finish was only fourth... If you keep going like this, you're going to lose, right?"

The author named Yi Sheji is staring at the computer screen, his messy hair shows that he just got up not long ago, and his expression of serious thinking looks quite handsome... But is he really thinking about what will happen next?

"...what's on your mind?"

I glanced at his screen briefly.

"Oh, the damage is enough..." He seemed to understand something, and skillfully operated the mouse to hit something that looked like a card, and then the opponent's character portrait shattered.

"That was a close call... I almost lost..." He muttered to himself, as if he had escaped some danger.

"Sheji, were you listening to me just now?"

Although I know he definitely didn't listen.

"Ah... Sorry, what did you just say... I was calculating the kills and didn't listen carefully..."

"Ah...Ah..."

Although I've gotten used to it after so many times, I still feel both amused and helpless when I encounter such a thing again.

So I had to repeat what I just said.

"Oh... ranking..." He muttered to himself with his hand on his chin. It seemed that he was really thinking this time... hoping to come up with a reasonable answer.

"Just don't dwell on it. I didn't join this event out of a desire to compete with others... I was forced into it."

What... looks like a complaint...

"That's not what I mean... Cheer up a little." It seems that for someone like him... these are not important at all, because he can't listen at all.

"Well... that's true, but it's really hard to do... I don't feel like I have any motivation, I just can't find it."

Do you need motivation to write? Although I haven't tried it myself, I still believe that he won't lie.

"Well, let me find you a reason." I suddenly thought of a way to get Sheji to cheer up and write the story.

"Hmm? Really? But you better not say it... Because even if you say it, I will..."