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

It doesn't matter what happens with this kind of thing, right?

Both of them actually thought so.

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

"I heard that the two of them went off to make new friends."

When Xiaoyou was looking for Liu Yan everywhere, he was told this by Lin Yuchuan.

"Make friends? How to make friends..." Although I already had a bad feeling.

"Ah... probably I'd find topics to get close to the person I like, then slowly start chatting and do something to deepen the friendship or something like that?" Rin Yukawa thought for a moment and explained.

"Ahh? Isn't that just a flirt?"

For some reason, Xiaoyou understood the meaning of these words directly.

"Well, I don't object to your thinking, but... it's probably about the same. Even if I don't know if the person I'm dating is a boy or a girl... normally, normal boys would go for pretty girls."

Rin Hanekawa continued to add fuel to the fire as if nothing had happened.

"That guy..." Xiaoyou walked in one direction angrily.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Rinhanekawa asked her.

"Of course I'm going to find Xiaoyan."

"Do you know where it is?" Rin Yukawa felt a little unbelievable, after all, she herself hadn't found the person.

"Of course, don't underestimate the power of childhood sweethearts."

There seemed to be a glint of anger in Xiaoyou's eyes.

This made Rin Hanekawa feel ashamed.

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

"Ahaha, actually I'm the best at playing my instrument."

In a billiard hall, Liu Yan was holding a cue and chatting with a beautiful girl in a bikini.

"Really? Have you ever performed on stage?"

The girl also had an admiring look in her eyes.

"Of course. Although I haven't performed many times, they've received rave reviews. Many people want me to perform again. Unfortunately, I've decided to retire."

Liu Yan frowned at this moment, as if he was remembering something sad. The girl also noticed the change in his emotions and seemed to feel sympathy.

"What happened?"

She asked tentatively.

"Yeah, that's right..." Liu Yan lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

There was silence for a long time.

Actually, I was thinking about how to continue.

But the next moment he was freed from this predicament, because Xiaoyou, with an angry face, dragged him out directly.

...

Acquaintance and getting along

I actually know everything.

I know someone likes me, and that's not narcissistic.

Even I find it incredible. Why on earth would someone like me be worthy of others' lingering?

No good figure, no good looks, no wealth, and even no decent friends.

This is how I am, and I am loved by others.

I have been liked by others, and I have also liked others.

"This is the first and last time I feel like I like someone."

This is probably how it feels when you like someone for the first time.

Although this feeling brought misfortune to her and to her own life...

I clearly swore this in my heart, but after forgetting about her, I fell in love with another her without my permission.

He put aside the pain he had experienced, put aside her affairs, and fell in love with another her without permission.

Even though there was no result in the end... No, there was a result.

The result still brought her pain...or perhaps sadness would be a more accurate description.

I have never forgotten the look in her eyes when she left. Every time I think of it, my chest aches.

But... that's fine.

"That's all right..."

I unconsciously numbed myself. As long as it was like this, it would be fine. Just like last time, I wanted to forget that look without permission.

To be honest, I was very scared when I realized that I was going to forget.

Will I become a cold person? Or maybe I will become that cold person again... Or have I never changed, and this is just a natural thing?

Anyone who likes me will be unlucky.

Be it narcissism or inferiority complex.

I defined it for myself.

I don’t want to have any contact with the opposite sex and I avoid it, but there are still more and more girls around me.

"People like me won't be liked."

Just thinking this, I pretended to communicate with them normally.

That's fine...just give me the cold shoulder.

Don't chat with me, don't eat with me...please keep a distance from me.

I'll try to stay away from you guys too...please.

Chapter 8: Getting to know each other and getting along

"Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you wanted to have dinner by the sea?"

The housekeeper who opened the door for me asked me in confusion.

"Well...a friend suddenly wanted to come over, so I changed my clothes and went to pick her up." I scratched my cheek unconsciously as I said these words.

"Is that so... Please come in." He made way for me.

"Hmm..." I walked straight to my room.

After changing clothes in a short time and going downstairs, I found that the housekeeper was still standing at the door.

While I was still wondering, he spoke first.

"Is your friend's place far from here? Do you need my help?" He was very enthusiastic about helping me.

"No need... I can go by myself, no need to trouble you." I smiled and waved my hand... After all, he was someone else's housekeeper.

"No... Since she's Ms. Rin's friend, I can't refuse her help as a servant when she needs it...right?"

"Well...really, that's not necessary."

"Okay then... please be careful on the road."

"Ah."

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

When exactly did this happen?

I was fascinated by it at first sight, just like seeing a vibrant plant in the wilderness, I discovered it.

To be precise, I discovered his article.

"True happiness is eternal life. Quietly facing the passing of time, without regret or anxiety, as if it had nothing to do with you. Just as you would pay attention to something you love, you can carefully observe the thing called 'time'.

Being able to see things that others will never see, being able to understand things that no one else will understand... perhaps this is happiness."

As if he had no worries, he calmly narrated the protagonist's...his own inner thoughts.

"Who is the author of this book?"

When I excitedly went to inquire, I found out that he had never shown up.

There was no reply to either emails or text messages, let alone phone calls, which were impossible to get through.

"Do you really want to see him that much?"

My mother, the editor-in-chief, asked me this.

"Of course. Such a great writer...I definitely want to get to know him."

"Then...how about you become his editor-in-chief?"

I didn't refuse, even though I knew it was probably just a joke.

But I still want to see him.

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

It seems that no matter where you are, taxi fares are always very expensive. This expense...well, it is acceptable for Xiaoye. After all, I can't let her wait for a long time.

So, now I am at the station here, and facing the crowds coming and going...it always feels very familiar.

After all, the station also represents farewell in a sense.

That's why I rarely go to the station to see you off...

...Well, it's all in the past.

Comforting my already agitated heart in this way, I began to look for Xiaoye, who was nowhere to be found.

"Want to make a phone call..."

I looked at my phone, trying to open the address book to look for Xiaoye's name, and then...

"I'm here~"

Suddenly, Xiaoye's voice came from behind.

When I turned around and looked at her, I found that she was standing in front of a store not far away, waving at me.

Her hair, shining silver in the sun, fluttered in the wind, making her face look even more pink and lovely.

I walked towards her.

"Why are you here? You should have stayed at the station. What if I can't find you?"

"Hey, I got a little bored while waiting for you, so I went to the convenience store to see what magazines they had."

Oh, the convenience store here actually sells magazines?

"Let's not talk about this anymore," she suddenly interrupted me, spun around in front of me, and showed me her white dress. "How about this dress?"

The skirt swirling in the sunlight looked like a blooming white lotus.

Although I have never seen Bai Lian in person.

But that feeling...it's a beautiful and pure feeling, probably no different.

"It suits you very well." I responded softly.

Although this sentence cannot express my true thoughts...but it is enough.

Because even though it sounded like she was just being perfunctory, she was still smiling happily.

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

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu! Swim...swimsuit?"