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

The second is...

Everyone has their own life

The reason why people are different is not only because of their physical differences, but also because of their personal experiences... These experiences basically determine people's thoughts and ways of dealing with people.

The human heart is unpredictable, and misunderstandings can easily occur.

So they say that tsundereness can ruin one's life~ To tell the truth... well, it's indeed difficult.

Facing someone you have had conflicts with before, facing someone you like, facing someone you have misunderstanding with...these situations will make people say insincere words.

...Well, that seems to be all. Although the ending may be a bit rushed...but there is really enough content in this chapter, so let's just leave it at that.

Next comes the new chapter.

Some people seem worried that I'll be posting less frequently after a month of updates... Actually, I'm on vacation now, so I have plenty of time to write. Although I still need to find time to play Honor of Kings, Hearthstone, and Vainglory...

So, what new stocks are going to be opened... No, that's not right, how did it become the stock market?

Do it again.

So, what other new characters are coming? Stay tuned.

Origin has an end

Numbers and Familiarity

If you don't do something for a long time, then even if you were very good at it before, you will gradually become worse at it.

This kind of thing is very normal, because almost everyone has experienced it, so everyone believes it.

Humans are animals that are good at thinking...so generally people will reverse the conclusion just made and come to the conclusion that "if you do something for a long time, you will become proficient in it."

Well...if we exclude things like talent, it does make sense. After all, few people can do something well from the beginning.

That’s right, that’s why some people question “Why are you so skilled?”

Well, coming back to the point, if you encounter something that was easy to do before but now becomes difficult, does it mean that you haven't spent any time on it... For example, homework, especially math.

It shouldn't be like this... We have been friends for more than ten years, since elementary school, so why is this guy still so shy... Could it be that in addition to mathematics, he has also developed friendships with other subjects... So this guy is jealous and deliberately distances himself from me, yeah, that makes sense.

So, a harem cannot be established. People should be loyal, otherwise no one will be happy.

"Tsk...what am I thinking..."

What's in front of me is clearly a bound book of holiday homework (math), but what's on my mind is...something like ideological and political content. Besides, aren't other people's harems doing well...I mean those top students who are proficient in all eight subjects.

Maybe it’s because I was playing on the beach and got sunburned, and the brain cells responsible for limiting the expansion of my imagination were killed. Although my brain is working fast now, I just can’t think of any questions... By the way, why are letters mixed in with math problems?

That’s right, I started complaining about myself without realizing it.

"This is a scam!"

I used the Japanese card-throwing method to put the textbook and pen on the table. I saw the tip of the pen piercing the evil math materials with my own eyes, and my mood immediately became much better.

Then the pen bounced and fell off the desk very cleverly, as if reminding me of the existence of gravity and that "forces act on each other"...even though I am a liberal arts student.

Then, it ended its life by falling headfirst, leaving a message on the carpet to tell others that it was actually pushed down... The murderer was "."

"Um..."

I'm really free to think like this.

So, as the "murderer", I cleaned up the body left on the ground and then cleaned the carpet... While doing these things, I actually felt a subtle sense of guilt in my heart... How deeply was I immersed in the role?

It's so sad... It seems that no matter whether it is a person or an object, there is basically no good ending if it falls from a height. No wonder some people are afraid of heights.

"...Anyway, let's write a little..."

I persuaded myself in this way and turned my attention to the topic again.

Then I realized where my guilt came from.

I broke my only pen.

Episode Zero and Familiarity

"Although I'm mentally prepared."

Brother Nan was holding the homework that I had wanted to finish but had not finished as usual, and he looked at me expressionlessly.

"...ha..."

Of course, the reasons have already been stated.

"But, this time's reason is really refreshing compared to the previous ones... I don't know whether to be angry or laugh. Also, don't think I don't understand the white-learned memes."

Could you please take away your gaze that wants to destroy the White Scholar...

"I think Brother Nan... Teacher Nan, you look the best when you smile. You're not inferior to those who are a dozen years younger than you... eh."

Before I could finish my words, I was hit by a bullet on the forehead... Why are you so skilled...

"Are you calling me old?"

Oh, it seems that women are very sensitive to the topic of age, even though Brother Nan doesn't seem to take it very seriously.

"Not at all... How could that be? I'm saying that compared to the girls in elementary school, even if you were sitting in the class right now, it wouldn't look strange."

"Nonsense, what's so strange about me being a teacher in the class?"

Um...actually I mean if you're pretending to be a student.

"Besides, I always feel that your remarks just now are very worrying. Should I notify the nearby elementary school and ask them to prohibit you from approaching?"

"No...I was just speaking metaphorically."

"Even when you're making an analogy, you bring in a child, that's why I'm worried..."

"...There's no need to delve into this kind of thing."

"Oh, in that case... let's continue talking about your homework." Then the conversation shifted back to the starting point. "Why... do you say it's the only pen? You've been in school for years, and you only have one pen to use?"

"One should be single-minded."

Actually, I don’t know how to answer this, because I originally had quite a few, but I don’t know how I lost them.

"Even so... can't you just buy another one?"

"...Since it's late, the shops are probably closed."

Actually, I'm too lazy to go.

"..." She was stunned for a moment, then asked me, "Did you just start writing last night?"

"Yes."

"But the holiday is three days long... What did you do for the other two and a half days? You must have been playing games at home. You couldn't have done any volunteer work, did you?"

“…actually, I went traveling.”

I hesitated for a moment and then told the truth.

"Oh...I see."

"By the way, I actually brought a gift for the teacher." The souvenir I bought in the gift shop before leaving was the pendant I had my eyes on at the beginning.

"What a surprise... you actually give gifts to others."

After she received it, she didn't even say thank you right away...

"After all, you usually take care of me a lot."

Although they are all on the forehead.

"Then I'll accept it...By the way, have you given it to other teachers?" She suddenly asked this.

"No... I'm not very familiar with them."

Because I was basically distracted and sleeping, I can't even remember his face very clearly...isn't that a bit too much?

"Wow... I wonder if they'll resent me after hearing this... Besides, this isn't right. Isn't this considered bribing the teacher?"

“I didn’t ask for anything…”

"Are you still planning to bring it up?"

"No...no."

"Never mind." She sighed helplessly, "I was going to punish you by making you run laps, but since you gave me a gift... I'll just take care of you a little."

Oh...it seems that playing the favor card worked.

"You can go help Teacher Li from the next class move things." He smiled at me.

Although there is a hint of conspiracy hidden beneath this smile.

"..."

Well, it seems that this kind of thing doesn’t apply to Brother Nan.

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

So, with Brother Nan's introduction, I met the head teacher of the class next door... Grade 2, Class 4.

This next door is too close, it's even one grade apart.

"Thank you for your help..."

Teacher Li was a young-looking woman... Compared to Brother Nan, she was a little shorter than me and had a kind smile on her face when she spoke to me.

"without..."

"It's okay, just tell me." Before I finished speaking, Brother Nan answered for me... It felt like he was selling me out.

"Well...then could you please move these boxes of white paper to the printing room?" She pointed to several boxes of paper placed in a vacant classroom. "We'll be organizing an exam soon, so we'll need a lot of paper."

"..."

Um...could you please not be so nonchalant when telling me about the upcoming exam? I might accidentally spill the cardboard box in the pool.

"Don't just stand there, move."

"Um...where is the printing room?" Because I had never known that before.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, because there is someone else to accompany you." As he said that, Teacher Li called over another guy... who was as unfortunate as I was in a sense.

Most importantly, I know this person.

"Hello..."

I greeted the vice president of the Club Cooperation Society, a group I had contact with before.

Hey...what's the name?

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

"Um... I remember it was called Yisheji, right? Why did you come here to move this?"

Although we tacitly pretended not to know him in front of the teacher, he took the initiative to talk to me after we went out.

"I was punished for the homework...what about you?"

It's impossible that someone who looks like an excellent student doesn't do his homework... I think it's impossible.

"This is a routine... Because I helped this teacher before, and after she became my homeroom teacher, she kept asking me for help. I couldn't refuse..."

Judging from his tone, he seemed helpless.

"That's really..."

Maybe we are all favored by our class teacher...I don't want this kind of favor.

"Hmm... Speaking of which, where is that printing room?"

"Over there on the playground."

"Wow, it's so far." The teaching building is some distance away from the playground, and the things we are moving are not very light.

"Yeah, otherwise why would they pick people instead of people scrambling to go." Judging from his tone, he seemed to have taken this matter lightly... He really had gotten used to it.