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

He's making his usual excuses again... Seriously, only someone like him could say something like, "Even if there's a reason, I won't update." Right? Why don't you just focus on writing a book for me?

"No...you'd better listen to me..." I thought about what I wanted to say. After all, I had to lie, and I still felt a little scared.

"Oh? Is there any generous reward?"

His eyes lit up for the first time in a long time... Could he be hoping for a prize or something? Next time, I'd recommend him to enter an essay contest... There'd be a prize if he won.

"There's no reward, but there is some bad news."

The moment I said this, I felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart.

"Huh? Really?" He seemed to be a little serious... Didn't he have any resistance to lies?

"If you still haven't made any progress, Sheji, then it means I've failed as your editor. It's bad enough you can't even submit on time, and your ranking hasn't improved at all. This kind of thing will make the decision-makers think you and I aren't a good match, and they might even ask us to find someone else to work with."

Ah... I lied, it seems like I said something that didn't have any specific arrangements... But if I think about it again, if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to make his work more contextual.

"Is this...is this true or false?"

You can tell from his expression that he felt something incredible at that moment... When I heard it just now, I thought it was sadness.

"I'm not sure yet... but it probably won't be that different." I then added, "So if we don't work harder, we'll definitely break up."

Ah... I feel like there's something ambiguous about what I just said... But I guess he didn't notice it.

"That is to say...the group of guys who are replaced will push harder than you, right?" Sheji asked me nervously.

"If you're referring to the other editors, I can tell you responsibly that they're all very good at pushing for submissions. If you want to work with them..."

"Of course not, I love you the most, Xiaoye..."

Hmm? What did he just say? Like...like me? No way...I didn't hear it right, but this confession was indeed a bit too sudden...How should I respond...

"I like your gentle way of urging me to submit my manuscripts the most."

He said the last part casually.

...Okay, it seems I was just overthinking it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at his face carefully... As expected, his eyes were so calm. It seems that a dull guy is just a dull guy... I just don't hate him.

Perhaps seeing that I didn't respond, he continued talking.

"Hey, Xiaoye."

I felt like his words suddenly sounded serious, which made me a little nervous... I mean, the editor actually felt nervous when he saw the author...

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"If... well, if my ranking could go up a bit, then they wouldn't trade you away, would they?"

What...what's going on? Why are you asking this question...

"If I can perform well, there's nothing to worry about... and I certainly won't be transferred."

“…I see…”

I always feel like he's getting hot-blooded.

"Then I'll try my best..."

Oh, he actually said something like trying hard... It seems like it doesn't matter if I go against my conscience and lie to him a little.

“Until this event is over.”

...Well, I knew it.

But it doesn't matter, just do your best, that's what I've always said.

So... let's just move forward like this.

No need to feel guilty, just be optimistic

According to the book, people who suffer mental setbacks will become depressed, and their subconscious mind will try to distract themselves in order to divert the frustration. Then the brain will automatically generate some strange images, and then treat them as things that have happened to them...so such people are likely to have memory confusion.

This condition can be broadly categorized into the realm of psychosis.

Come to think of it... I think there's a guy like this around me... He called me a few days ago to ask about his childhood, and he looked so serious... It was completely baffling, but after comparing the content in the book and thinking back on his situation... It seems like that guy really has suffered some setbacks...

From this we can see that the guy named Yi Sheji, who is my brother... is indeed a psychopath.

Well, that's certainly putting him down, because in my opinion, he's completely worthless right now. So, frustration is inevitable... but it's absurd that even a fool could have a mental breakdown, right?

Honestly, aside from his good looks, my brother's IQ and EQ are both quite low. If you ask me why... He was surrounded by a bunch of stunningly beautiful girls on his birthday, but he seemed oblivious to the fact... It seems to be related to the fact that he already has a girlfriend... If he's already got a girlfriend, being so close to other girls is just stupid. He's even terrible at reasoning, which was the only thing he could compare to me before... And now he even asks me for help when he needs it. Please... I'm not a cat-shaped robot with a four-dimensional pocket, nor am I an incredibly clever monk. I'm just an ordinary... no, just a super cute and smart middle school student.

Thinking back to how smart and mature my brother was when he was a kid, he now looks like a total otaku. Not that annoying, but not likable either... At least I don't like him in this state.

But what bothers me the most is that this guy has never told me the follow-up of the matter since he contacted me and said a lot of nonsense. It makes me feel like I have read a novel but there is no ending at the critical moment... It's super annoying.

By the way, the novels I like are often not updated... It seems that the lazy forces must be eliminated...

Well, luckily today is Friday, I can go find him after school...

As I thought about this, I leisurely turned the fountain pen in my hand.

Then... I heard a voice that seemed to be calling my name.

"Ye Jin... stand up and spell the word."

Chapter 1: No need to feel guilty, just be optimistic

"I really sympathize with you..." My deskmate Mi Xiaolu said to me, "But I really can't help you..."

I knew it... well, after all, it's completely out of character for him to be daydreaming in class and twirling his pen around without being questioned. And according to the virtue of "helping one side in need, all sides come to the rescue," Mi Xiaolu, his deskmate, would definitely have to offer some pointers. But unfortunately... this guy is incredibly confused. Although he usually studies diligently and completes his homework diligently, he either memorizes the wrong passage or forgets to bring his homework... He even writes the wrong class name on tests and fills in the wrong answers, misplacing the answer to one question on another.

But... this kind of clumsy girl should be liked more by boys...

"It's okay..." I responded calmly.

Actually, I know the answer myself. After all, it's just the spelling of the word. As long as you know the pronunciation, you can know the word form. Spelling is even simpler... It's just that I want to stretch my body after sitting for a long time.

"Ye Jin, I'll give you another chance, this word..." The teacher seemed to want to give me a chance to sit down.

Well, that’s almost enough standing.

. . . . . . . . . . .

I don't know how other people feel... But when I realize the school bell has rung, I always feel a sense of emptiness... Oh, could it be that I still enjoy studying? No way...

"School's over...I can't go back with you today."

I said to Xiaolu who was packing her schoolbag.

"Oh, it's okay. Even though I'm usually not serious about my work, it's still not difficult for me to go home."

Although her carefree expression is indeed cute, I feel even more worried after hearing what you said... This feeling is probably the same as that of the guys who sent her love letters.

"Well...it's not a big deal...never mind, I'll just go back with you." Sure enough, I'm still worried...

"Hmm...that's great."

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

"Oh, Xiaojin, another love letter appeared in your shoe cabinet."

Xiaolu looked at the shoe cabinet I had just opened and said with a little surprise.

"Oh..." I opened this love letter, which was the nth one, without saying a word. After reading a few sentences, I tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Anyway, they are all guys who only look at the surface, and I don’t like being confessed to.

"...it's always like this...why do you have to tear it into pieces?" She seemed a little puzzled.

"I'm already tired enough from attending classes every day, and then I have to correct their writing mistakes... I can't do that." I paused. "And tearing them up is just to vent my frustration."

"I see... Come to think of it, I think I received a similar letter... I just forgot what it was."

"Oh...I see..." I said perfunctorily.

In fact, the content of these love letters is not important, they are basically the same anyway... It is really hard to evaluate those who even copy love letters from Baidu.

"By the way, that big brother you hit with your schoolbag last time?" She seemed to be thinking about what words to use to describe the person I hit...that person is my older brother.

"Ah...that's my brother, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Jin, are you going to look for him?"

It’s a bit unbelievable... I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but Xiaolu next to me really guessed my expected actions.

"Well...yes...I have some questions to ask." I told her part of my plan.

"That's good... We should reconcile..."

No...if we had reconciled, we would have done it a long time ago...Well, it doesn't make any difference whether I explain to her or not.

"Well, since you have such an important thing to do, then Xiao Jin, you should go quickly. You really don't have to worry about me."

I looked at her and thought...it was no big deal.

"Okay, then be careful on the road alone."

As I said that, I turned and started walking towards my brother's house.

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

After knocking on the door, a face as sad as ever appeared before me, and the first words it said were...

"Ye Jin? What are you doing here?"

The tone was as if I couldn't show up at his door.

"Let me see how your stupid brother is doing." As I said that, I started to squeeze into his house. It was obvious that the brother was not very happy, so he had to slightly sideways to make way for me.

"So... I'm doing well..."

My brother's voice came from behind me, and I noticed the instant noodles on the table and the TV that was on.

“Even instant noodles are good..."

"It can't be helped... If I could cook, I wouldn't have to do this." The older brother responded to me nonchalantly, then immediately asked, "So what? What are you doing here?"

...I really can't understand why they speak to me in such a tone as if they want to drive me away...Am I not likable...Or is this an international practice?

"Didn't I tell you I came to see you..." I repeated the answer impatiently.

"...Now that you've seen me, I'm fine. Can you leave?"

So this kind of behavior really makes me extremely angry. If he hadn't asked me something, I would have beaten him up a long time ago.

"No, I haven't figured out some things yet."

"...Hmm? What's going on?"

He still acted as if nothing had happened.

"I want to know...what happened after you discussed it with me that time?"

. . . . . . . .

I thought that if I asked this question to the stupid brother, he would hesitate for a moment and then start to tell the whole story. However...this is my brother, and the answer will definitely not be the same as usual.

The round ended with just one sentence, "Why should I tell you?"

I really want to beat him...

"That's outrageous! You were the one who asked me for help in the first place, and now that I'm here to review the results of my help, you're still avoiding talking about it. Do you mean you don't want me to help you again in the future?"

"No..." The brother seemed to be intimidated by these words, so after a little hesitation he decided to tell me the story.

"I don't know how to put it exactly... Anyway, let me start with my memories of when it first appeared."

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

I have to say... considering the complexity of the events, it is not impossible to write it directly into a novel... but it would be perfect if the protagonist was not my brother.

Well, today I have seen the real "derived from life but higher than life". After hearing this, it was not a wasted trip, not to mention that I got a barbecue from my brother.

"So...brother, don't you have any plans?"

I asked this question, a bit in a joking manner, but my brother frowned as if he was thinking about how to answer.

"Plans... What plans?"

He looked at me with some confusion.