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

"Wait for me? Why..." In my impression, they should be very busy and should have gone to the company or other places to do things before I eat.

"....Is today a special day?" I really can't remember.

"Miss, have you forgotten..." She looked surprised, then suddenly realized something and said to me, "Today is your birthday... Ah, happy birthday to you."

Actually, I really want to tell her that she doesn't need to do this in front of me, but forget it... Come to think of it... Is today my birthday... I almost forgot. But even though it's a birthday, with my parents' personalities, they will definitely not hold a party to celebrate for me. At most, they will just mention it a few times at the dinner table and give me the book I mentioned to them before.

"Okay..." I muttered to myself and prepared to get up.

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

Just as I went downstairs and hadn't seen the dining table clearly, I heard my sister's voice.

"Oh, you're up so late! This doesn't seem like a student about to enter high school. You need to be more self-disciplined."

I feel angry when I hear this smug tone.

"Hanekawa...don't shout at the dinner table."

Our father seemed a little unhappy after hearing what my sister said to me, so he reminded her.

"Okay...I got it."

"Alright, alright, Izumi, come on over here..." my mother urged me to the table. "Even though it's vacation time, you can't be too lazy... After all, you're another year older today."

"Ah... yes..."

I responded indifferently, looking at the breakfast in front of me...I didn't really want to eat it.

"By the way, Izumichuan, have you decided which school you want to go to?" My father suddenly asked me this.

"...yet...not yet."

After all, I don’t have any opinion of my own, so I didn’t pay much attention to it for the time being.

"Why don't we just go to that private school... If your sister hadn't said anything against it, we would have sent her there. After all, the students there are from similar backgrounds to ours, so it should be easier to communicate than at the public school... and it would be easier to make friends, right?"

My mother advised me like this.

"...I need to think about it again..." I just said this and ended the topic without authorization.

"Is that so... That's fine..." Seeing that I didn't want to talk, my mother didn't say anything else. She then added, "But don't think about it for too long, otherwise it will be very troublesome to complete the admission procedures."

"Yeah...I see." I responded absentmindedly.

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"...What are you hesitating about?"

When I finished my meal and was about to go back to my room, I suddenly heard my sister's voice behind me.

"..."

I felt that there was nothing to say to her, so I was about to open the door and go back to my room, but at this time she quickly followed me and went straight into my room.

"...Who asked you to come in..." I asked her a little unhappily.

I really didn't expect her to do this. While I was surprised... I was mostly angry because I felt like she was interfering with my choice... although I was still hesitating.

"Can't I come in... Why are you getting more stingy as you get older? When we were little, you knew to give me your most beautiful clothes." She looked sad.

That behavior is just because of the superstition of the story of giving away the pear. If it were now, I would definitely not give it to you, and I would even snatch it from you.

"...So? What are you going to say..." I started to get a little impatient...actually I was already impatient with her.

"Well... I just saw that you were a little hesitant about choosing a school, so I came to give you some advice. I'll share my experience."

It doesn't sound very reliable...

"Oh, that's how it is..."

Then I really met a considerate sister...

"Come to think of it... Izumikawa, you haven't had much contact with those... civilians, right?"

"Um..."

Of course, I went to a private school for junior high, which is similar to the one I'm considering this time. It's just that most of them come from wealthy families.

"So you are here to persuade me to go directly to that private school?" I looked at my sister a little unhappy, but this time she did not nod in response to my answer, but shook her head slightly.

"Actually, I don't want to say anything, but seeing how conflicted you are, it's not impossible to give you a hint."

...this is really not funny.

"A hint...what hint?" I had no idea what he was thinking.

"Compared to this...Rinquanchuan, have you noticed a problem?" she suddenly asked.

"what is the problem."

“Our experiences are very different…”

She said this with a smug look on her face. "Your experiences... to be more precise, our schooling experiences were different... I went to that private junior high school, and honestly, the environment was really good... but the students were almost all from wealthy families. But now I'm in a public school called No. 1 High School. Don't you want to know why?"

After hearing what she said...I really didn't understand, so I shook my head slightly.

And she probably really liked the way I denied it, so she started smiling smugly again... I don't understand.

"That's because... we won't just be living with people from similar backgrounds. Once we enter society, we won't just be interacting with a few groups of people, but a lot of people... So, I think interacting with more people in school will be very helpful for growth. That's why I chose a public school. Because most of the students here are from ordinary families, so I can relax and enjoy campus life more."

....I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about.

Campus life? What is that... something like "passion" or "youth"? If so... then I really don't understand.

"I mean... making more friends is always a good thing. Although people in private schools are easy to talk to... there are almost no people who treat you sincerely. After all, they have to consider their own interests... I've been calculating like that before, so I know that kind of thing..."

"But... if you're with people who don't really understand your family background, they'll often go out of their way to make friends with you... and work through problems together. That's a feeling you don't get in that kind of school."

I'm not sure... I'm also skeptical about what she said... But I also feel that kind of private school is not suitable for me.

"If you don't believe me...you can try it."

"...How to try?" I suddenly became interested.

"I remember you like the tea ceremony, right? I happen to have a tea ceremony club at my current school... but I'm planning to run for student council president soon. If I win, I probably won't have time to manage the club. If you want to try it... why not help me take over the club?"

Although I remained silent, I did not refuse

Now it seems... it's really great that I didn't refuse... because it at least proves... that what my sister said makes sense.

This is our first encounter

I don’t really understand the meaning of the word “maturity”, and I even feel that this word should not exist in this world.

As for the reason...it's probably because the seemingly mature adults around me aren't actually mature...

For example, there's a saying that goes, "Don't judge a book by its cover," which roughly means you shouldn't judge someone based solely on their appearance. Even I know this, but those adults act like they haven't heard of it. Just because I'm developing a little slower, I look a bit childish, but you can't judge my intelligence based solely on my appearance, right? They always look at me like a child. That behavior is definitely not mature.

So, a seemingly mature appearance does not mean that they are mature on the inside. It is precisely because of this that my understanding of the word "maturity" has become vague. Now, I have begun to hate this word.

In short, to prove that I wasn't as weak as I looked, I made a request to my parents after graduating from junior high school: "I want to go to school in the country where my father is."

Going abroad alone...it may seem a bit willful, but in fact this request is not excessive, because many students in our class have already gone abroad, and some of them even use the money they earned from part-time jobs and pocket money to travel on their own. In addition, my parents usually respect my wishes, so my request to go was not rejected.

Then, perhaps for the sake of fairness, my parents also made a few requests after agreeing to my request to study abroad.

Finally, after waiting for a while, I finally completed the formalities and arrived at the hometown my father had mentioned. Because I usually learned the local language with my father, I could still understand some people's conversations on the road.

The first thing to solve is the accommodation problem, but my father said that he had bought a house here and had a good relationship with the people living downstairs. He could ask them to take care of me. They also had a daughter who was not much older than me and should be able to become friends with me.

Ohhh... can I make friends in this country? I'm really excited just thinking about it... maybe we can become friends...

With some concerns, I followed my parents to a place called a "community"... It seems that people here live in separate floors, unlike our place where we have separate courtyards. Maybe it's because there are so many people in this country?

"Okay, this is it." My father stopped in front of a door, turned around and said to me, "I have to greet them properly later."

"Oh...um..."

Just say "hello" or something like that and then introduce yourself... It's not difficult...

While thinking this, my father had already knocked on the door.

"I'm here...Who is it?" A questioning voice came from inside the door...It seems to be no different from the way we greet each other, right?

"It's me... Open the door and you'll know."

My dad actually responded like that... How strange! Is this how everyone here treats others? Is it really okay not to say your name?

"Okay..." The person on the other end of the door was very straightforward and opened it directly. Then I saw a girl who was about the same height as me. She looked a little surprised... Was it because she saw me and my mother?

"Well...um...How are you?"

Her first reaction was to speak English...

Just as I was about to respond in English, my mother spoke.

"Don't force yourself to speak English, we can understand what you say." From the tone of his voice, it seems that he likes this girl a little.

"Ohhh...I see...Ahaha...Since this is my first time meeting a foreigner face to face...I'm a little nervous."

Needless to say, we all saw it.

"It's okay... You probably don't remember me, right? I lived upstairs when you were little. You weren't even this old then." Dad seemed to be speaking with some nostalgia, "Where are your parents? Aren't they home?"

"They went to the company and will be back soon...um...come in and sit down?" she said as she started to make way for us.

Don’t you have any sense of vigilance at all... What if we are bad guys? But I heard that the security in this country is quite good, otherwise my parents wouldn’t let me come here so easily.

"Actually...I not only want to tell your parents something, I also have something to ask of you," the father said to the girl.

"Huh? Me?" she asked in surprise. "But I've only just started middle school... I don't have any special abilities."

"No...it's not a big deal," my father said, patting my shoulder. "As long as you can get along well with my daughter, that's all."

Chapter 4: This is our first encounter

"Oh...oh, I see."

Since the school procedures will take some time to complete, and the girl downstairs...her name is Ye Jin.

She is not like me, so she has to go to school.

She said that in order to make me less bored when I was alone at home, she lent me some animation discs... I watched them originally because I was bored, but later I discovered... There really are incredible powers in this world... Whether it's magic or something else.

Maybe it's due to some restrictions, although it can only be revealed slightly in the animation, but I have figured out the hidden information in these plots... In other words, these people with magical powers may be around us, and in order to hide this fact, the country deliberately spreads this information through the form of animation, making the public think that these are fictional. In fact, these things that seem like things that can only happen in animation may actually have happened in reality.

So... could I possibly become a magician? Wow... wouldn't that be cool?

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"Is Lingcan... home?"

Just as I was concentrating on studying the hidden information, I suddenly heard Ye Jin's call.

"Yeah...what's up?" I paused the TV and opened the door for her.

"Your paperwork has been completed...and it looks like a teacher from school is coming to see you now...I hope you're not nervous." She looked me over. "By the way, shouldn't you change your clothes? It's not nice to be in your pajamas."

"Oh...yes..."

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"Hello...is this Luna-san?"

The pretty-looking lady sitting in front of me must be my teacher... Honestly, my first impression of her was pretty good. Maybe it's because she didn't mention that my figure didn't seem to match my age...

"I can answer yes... but I can also answer no."

This is how I answer when asked my name.

"Ah?" She frowned slightly to express her confusion.

"Luna Keller is merely the 'bond' that keeps me in this world. It's a pseudonym I use to hide my true identity. Actually, you can call me 'Aya-san'. I'm a member of the Troyana Singing Team."

After I introduced myself, the teacher looked at Ye Jin standing beside me.

"Um...well...actually, Lingcan is her Chinese name here. As for the others..." She didn't say anything else.

The teacher seemed to understand something and just nodded to show his understanding.

"So... your Chinese should be pretty good, right?" she asked me.