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

"Can I understand this as urging me to return to the club as soon as possible?"

"Whatever you want to think, it's not true."

Well... just this sentence is enough.

"Don't worry, I'll do it well."

Even if my seniors will dislike me because of this action.

. . . . . . . . . . .

"..."

At the same time, just as he was hesitating whether to avoid that person, a familiar figure appeared before him. So he could only sigh, slowly shouldered his already packed schoolbag, and was the first to leave the classroom, which had already ended.

"...Is he okay..." "He really looks like he's in a bad state." "Even the homeroom teacher acquiesced..." "I hope he's okay..." "Why is it at this time..." "I can't accept it if it happens to me." "Ah...poor thing..."

After he left the classroom, everyone in the class started whispering, but it didn't last long because time was running out and they didn't have the energy to care about other people's affairs.

"So...what are we going to talk about today?"

The two of them came to an empty corridor on the side.

He looked at the junior who had been coming to see him regularly since three days ago and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Because looking at that junior, he suddenly remembered... someone he cared about very much.

Be it the serious look or the character of not giving up until the goal is achieved, they are exactly the same.

only...

"...Why won't you...listen to me?"

"I was listening the whole time, but I just didn't remember it." Facing the questioning of his junior, he responded nonchalantly, but his mind kept thinking about what another person had said to him.

"Why..."

"My mind is already filled with his words. Before I forget his words, I might... not be able to remember anything."

He pretended to be expressionless as he looked at the angry junior in front of him, but his heart was also filled with indescribable feelings.

"...But, I don't think now is the time..."

"Why do you always care about those factors?" He suddenly became a little impatient because the words he just said appeared in the sentence he just spoke.

"Wha...what?"

"Every time someone tells me... it's not the right time to do this, it's not the right time to do that... and then I never do it again. But this time... because it's about him, I don't want to lose it again."

"...I did not mean that."

He seemed to have no idea how to persuade her. He just stood there blankly, as if thinking about reasons to continue persuading her.

"Wait, although it may be a little inappropriate now...but I still have something to say."

Unexpectedly, a guy that neither of them had expected suddenly appeared in their sight.

"Senior...ah, and Senior Su..."

Facing the two people staring at him, as the youngest junior, he seemed a little nervous.

No matter when... he always shows up unexpectedly... This is exactly the same as the junior in front of him.

Isn't this... wonderful? No matter what, I don't need to be noticed anymore.

"Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to do the club work? Why are you..."

"About this... I think that's what you should do." He lowered his head and stated his reasons, "Because in the field of drama, I'm still far from being as good as you, senior... So, you should focus on the club's affairs."

"...But..."

"As for Senior Su... I'll be the one to persuade him."

It always happens as a last resort

In the past ten years of life, have you ever done anything that makes you regret? Even though you tell others that you will never regret it no matter what, it is probably difficult for you to understand what you are thinking deep down in your heart.

To be fair, there definitely is.

And if I think about it, I can probably remember several things...things that I regret doing.

But if you think about it carefully, nothing happened because of harming one's own interests.

The things that make me feel regretful are almost all because of letting others down.

If I were to explain why, it might be because after we do something wrong, it's easy for us to forgive ourselves, but difficult for others to forgive us. It's precisely because we can't get forgiveness from others that we experience regret.

In other words, if you don't care about other people's feelings, you won't regret it.

"But..."

Are there really people who don't care about other people's feelings at all?

Even though I forced myself to become that kind of guy, it seems that I still can't help but worry about those guys.

Maybe...the reason for regret is to avoid doing things that will make you regret in the future.

Chapter 8: It's always a last resort

Even though I said I could solve the problems my seniors encountered, I hadn't really thought about how to do it.

Thinking back, I have no idea what kind of person Senior Su is. And if I don't know what happened to him, then solving the problem is impossible. But no one around me knows what happened to him, and even if Senior Sun knew, he wouldn't tell me casually.

So...the most appropriate method is to directly ask senior classmates or teachers.

However, things were not as simple as I thought.

Because when I asked Senior Su’s classmates, they only knew that there were some emotional fluctuations, but they didn’t know what exactly caused the fluctuations.

Come to think of it... If you talk about your worries everywhere, then they are no longer worries.

I was about to graduate, but something had happened. And I had the impression that my senior was a very calm person... so what happened must be very serious.

"Ah...what should I do?"

Do I really need to ask my senior's homeroom teacher? But I can't go to the third-grade teacher's office anyway, and what if that teacher doesn't know the reason either?

and many more.

Suddenly, a person who I could ask for help appeared in my mind.

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

"Oh... I don't have anything to do with you. Why are you here instead of going to the cafeteria during mealtime? Did you do something bad and come to confess? Even if that's the case, I don't have any pork chop rice for you."

"I'm a law-abiding young man. We've been together for almost a year. Don't you know this? Besides, you're a teacher, not a police officer. Can't you first clarify your position..."

"Oh, you still know that I am your teacher..." His voice was deliberately prolonged and his eyes became sharp, as if giving me time to change my attitude.

Well...

"I'm sorry, my tone was a bit harsh just now, but I couldn't help my old habit of complaining."

That’s right, the person I asked for help was my homeroom teacher.

After all, there are not many reliable guys around me, and Brother Nan is one of the reliable people in my mind...if you ignore the chores he forces me to complete.

Well, with such a cheerful personality, he must be close to every teacher. After all, he jokes with me so casually.

"You actually complained about your homeroom teacher. If it were any other class, you would have been kicked out long ago. Luckily, I'm very tolerant... Well, I forgive you."

Only then did he show his magnanimity... because his behavior was too easy for people to complain about. And it always felt like he was being too self-promoting.

"Oh..."

I looked around as usual and found that no other teachers were present. "Where are all the other teachers?"

It was just a casual question.

"Of course it's the staff cafeteria... Do I need to ask?" She said as she took a bite of the lunch box on the table, completely disregarding my feelings as a student.

Didn’t they say that we are not allowed to eat food from outside?

"Then why are you eating here?"

A somewhat feeble question.

"Ah... well... of course... the food in the cafeteria isn't tasty."

"Don't you know that too?!"

Who was it that repeatedly emphasized on the podium that no takeout can be brought into the campus?

"I mean... the food in our faculty cafeteria isn't very good... but the students' meals are actually very well prepared."

"Speak with your conscience, Teacher Nan."

"Ah... so annoying. You're a student, and students should obey the school's arrangements. Teachers just have to follow the teacher's rules. After you graduate, I won't care even if you want to eat takeout under the flag stand."

...Wow, that seems to make sense. But is it really okay for a teacher to say something like that?

"But then I won't acknowledge you as my student."

“…”How heartless.

Besides, I wouldn't do it.

"Oh, and there's a chance they'll be kicked out by security."

"..."

"Ah, or maybe security will stop you from coming in."

"Wow, my alma mater is really great."

Is this what they call "graduated students spilled the water"?

"So..." She saw that I seemed to have lost my appetite and pushed the bowl aside, "You didn't come here just to see me eat my lunch, did you?"

"Yes, can I take a picture?"

"We don't allow cell phones in school. What are you going to use to take pictures?"

"Ahem." I quickly pulled my hand out of my pocket and put it to my mouth, pretending to cough. "Actually, I came here to ask for a favor."

"...some classic opening lines."

"After all, you are a Chinese teacher..."

"I don't recall ever teaching you such poor conversation."

“.....” I was speechless for a moment.

"Are you going to kindergarten again? If you do, I'll really have to send you to the police station to eat pork chop rice."

"We don't have that kind of treatment here... And I'm not here to ask for leave this time. I'm here for... well, some complicated reasons."

"What a complicated reason..." She thought for a moment, her brows suddenly furrowed. If she guessed correctly, she must have thought of something bad.

"...This isn't a relationship consulting agency."

Just as I expected, he was thinking of other places!

"I didn't say anything about that."

"Stop pretending... Even if you don't say it, do you think I don't see that you have feelings for the girl in the next class~"

"No...it's not about her! It's about a third-year senior, and he's a boy."

"...it's actually a boy..."

"It's his problem, I'm not wrong... No..." Why did it sound like they were having a quarrel? "He seems to have encountered something recently. Although he is facing the college entrance examination, he has no intention of studying at all. And... no matter how people around him persuade him, it's useless."

"Is that so..." She seemed relieved.

No, why should I breathe a sigh of relief...

"So? What do you want me to help you with?"

"...Can I ask his homeroom teacher what exactly happened to him? I feel like... I might be able to help him. If I could find out what happened to him... maybe I could come up with a plan to persuade him."

"...Oh...you're still as confident as ever. Do you have the confidence to do something that no one else has managed?" She turned away from me, "This kind of thing might hurt other people's feelings."

"...I...I know."