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

Facing the morning light, I looked at the guy who spoke to me... or mocked me.

Although I knew it was a girl from her voice, I was stunned when I saw her. She was wearing my school uniform... I say unexpectedly because I've been walking this road for a long time. If we had met by chance, we would have met by now. And I don't remember anyone like her at school.

Her long black hair was untied, letting it flow gently. Her brow furrowed, perhaps because I hadn't responded. What made the most profound impression on me were her eyes. Compared to anyone else I'd met... there was something special in them, unlike anyone else.

But I don't know what exactly that is...

"Hey, it's dangerous to read while walking, so it's better to put it away~"

As she spoke, she moved closer to me.

Is that tone of voice intentional? It feels different from the average person's... well, it feels like they're trying to stand out, but it doesn't feel annoying.

Hmm... she's approaching me. Because of this, her features became even clearer to me... Besides her exceptionally bright eyes, her handsome features alone leave a deep impression.

Yes, I am more certain that there are no such people in my school.

"Ah... Sorry, I saw you were wearing the same school uniform as me, so I started talking to you without permission~"

The cherry-colored lips spread to the side, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, making the smile even more beautiful.

Lively and cheerful, as dazzling as the sun.

This was my first impression of her.

"......"

I shook my head and nodded, then put the book in my hand into my schoolbag.

I didn't know what to say, so I decided not to. And no matter what she said, it wouldn't have anything to do with me. After all, my class was average, and a student with such a unique personality like her should be in an excellent class.

"...Well..."

After feeling awkward for a moment, I decided to quicken my pace and leave.

"Oh, wait wait."

She stopped me in a panic, or to be more precise, grabbed my clothes.

“…” So I turned around, but I didn’t know how to respond.

This was probably the first time a classmate... no, the first time a girl pulled my clothes. No matter how nervous I was, I still felt a little excited.

"Um...um, are you angry?"

Maybe it was because my bangs were too long and covered my eyes, so she couldn't correctly perceive my current mood.

“…”

I feel like she's talking to me more now than any of my classmates have this semester. I can't figure out whether to be thankful or bothered by this... Unsure of how to react, I naturally choose silence.

"Well...you didn't say anything, so I didn't know. Oh, never mind...I'm sorry, please forgive me!" I didn't even express my opinion, but she apologized to me without my permission.

This person... is quite self-centered.

“…No…it’s okay.”

Even I can tell that I speak so softly. Maybe it's because I'm not very good at communicating with others... But I don't have the courage to repeat it a second time with a bigger business.

"Oh~oh, you're talking. Phew... Great! I thought I'd already pissed people off on my first day at a new school~"

"..."

"From today on, we are classmates, although I'm not sure if we are in the same class. Well, I'm a freshman... and you should be one too, right?" She looked at me and guessed.

Ah, I'm so sorry for being short.

Feeling completely unhappy, I turned around and left again.

"Hey? Don't go... Did I say something wrong again?"

Although he kept asking, he didn't catch up like he did the first time.

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

All I want is a stable life, nothing more.

The dull sound of reading in the classroom during morning reading time made me drowsy as usual, and I couldn't see the contents of the book clearly at all... The scene in front of me seemed to be between reality and dreams. Perhaps this is what Schrödinger wanted to prove... the so-called half-asleep and half-wakeful state.

So...let's let down our guard and get some sleep. Normally, the teacher wouldn't be here at this hour.

"...The previous emperor's work was barely completed when Shaka collapsed midway..."

I muttered the contents of the text to myself, and my eyes closed impatiently, enjoying the quietness amidst the noise. It was called quietness, but in reality it was just sleepiness that numbed my senses.

In this situation, it would probably not be easy to fall into deep sleep, which means... now even slightly louder noises will affect me.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Suddenly, loud and continuous applause broke out, completely extinguishing the intermittent sound of reading, which was like a dying flame.

Hmm... I can't open my eyes. Maybe it's because I went to bed too late last night.

"Well, everyone is very self-disciplined. They were quiet before I even said anything... Hey, Mo Xiaozhi, are you sleeping?"

The teacher's words suddenly reached my ears, making me suddenly realize that I had been sleeping in class. I suddenly woke up and turned my sleepy eyes to look at the podium.

"..."

I shook my head and didn't admit it.

"You haven't slept yet? Oh, come to think of it, your hair is so long I can't even see your eyes. Never mind, I'll trust you this time." The homeroom teacher didn't pursue the matter, but turned to the other students, "If anyone wants to sleep, wait until after class. It's morning reading time now, so pay attention."

"Okay~!"

I followed the people around me and whispered a response, just enough for myself to hear.

"Okay, you can come in."

Hmm? What's going on...

I was still half-conscious and couldn't clearly assess the situation. Judging from my current state, I would have gone back to sleep as soon as the homeroom teacher left, as I had no interest in what was going to happen next.

And nothing major will happen at all.

That’s what I thought at the time.

"Is this the place? Oh wow, there are so many people..." He seemed to be watching at the door.

"Because it's a classroom, isn't it normal for there to be a lot of people?"

"I mean, it looks like there are more than the previous classes."

"You think I want to? These are all decided by the school." The head teacher said helplessly, "So stop standing there and watch. Introduce yourself."

"Oh ok, no problem."

At this moment, the classroom was filled with laughter. After all, this kind of conversation had never happened before...

"Well, let me briefly introduce myself."

The tone finally became official...but I still couldn't muster the energy to open my eyes.

"Ahem. Um, how should I put it... Let me first explain my purpose. Although the specific explanation is a bit complicated, the short version is... I made a bet with someone, so for that reason I came to this school. Strictly speaking, I'm not a transfer student."

"...Huh?" "What's going on..." "What is she talking about?"

The incomprehensible words left everyone present confused and they couldn't help but start talking.

"So, I sincerely want to get along well with everyone during this time."

After a brief pause, she continued to say something that no normal student would say.

"So, are there any rhythm guitarists, drummers, and keyboardists willing to join the club I'm about to start?"

...Because of these words, the classroom fell into an eerie silence.

Are you Haruhi Suzumiya who traveled from somewhere?

When the water surface begins to move

"Before that, I'd like to ask... Would Sheji-san take the initiative to approach someone he doesn't know?"

"Hmm? Let me think..."

Didn't you say you wanted to tell me why you joined the music club? Why are you asking this question... Well, it shouldn't be a problem to answer it.

"Generally speaking, there should be no contact."

After all, if you make contact without permission, you may encounter unnecessary trouble. It is not without reason that people's hearts are unpredictable. Although I have not met anyone who has done anything excessive so far, it is difficult to guarantee that I will not encounter such trouble in the future.

"That's it..."

After hearing my answer, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"What's wrong?"

"No... I just thought of someone." He smiled at me with a slightly apologetic look on his face. "Didn't I say before that I would talk about how I joined the music club? It started after I met someone very important to me. If it weren't for her, I might not have fallen in love with music."

"Oh..."

"She's the type who likes to approach others proactively, and of course, she also likes to cause trouble."

"Um..."

Although he spoke like a complaint, his face was filled with happiness. It seemed that the "he" Mo Xiaozhi was talking about must indeed be a person with a good personality.

"So, are you still in touch now?" I asked casually.

"...It would be nice if there was..."

His voice was very low, totally unlike his usual reaction. Speaking of which, this was the first time I saw a look of loss on Mo Xiaozhi's face.

"...Ah, sorry."

It seems that some topic that should not be discussed was mentioned.

"It's okay, I just suddenly missed her a little bit." He touched his cheek shyly, "But I don't mind... It's more like I'm happy to introduce her to others."

"...That's good."

"Well, let's start from the moment she approached me."

Chapter 5: When the Water First Moves

Rhythm guitarist, drummer and...what was it?

Whatever it was, saying it in this school was like announcing during a self-introduction, "I'm not interested in ordinary humans. If you're an alien, someone from another world, someone from the future, or someone with super powers, just come find me!" Actually, finding these people was about the same as finding aliens.

Putting that aside, what student comes to school specifically for club activities? Don't they all transfer to get a better learning environment? Regardless, this statement is really strange...

Who on earth could say such a thing?

"Well..."

Driven by curiosity, I finally opened my eyes completely and looked towards the podium.

"Well, there's no need to say so much useless stuff... Just introduce yourself properly." The homeroom teacher also reminded her rather helplessly, "This kind of thing can be discussed privately."

"Oh, that's right. Sorry, sorry~"

"..."

Looking at the "transfer student" standing on the podium without showing any restraint and even chatting fluently with the homeroom teacher, I easily recognized that she was the girl I met in the morning.

Although I had a premonition, it was too quick for this flag to come true.

"Well..."

On second thought, even if she happened to be in the same class with me, a guy like me who is completely insignificant and has nothing to do with the guitar and other things she mentioned would not have any connection with her.

"... Steady... Steady."

The safest approach would be to pretend not to see or realize it was her.

"Then let's get along well from now on."

Before I could come to my senses, she had already introduced herself and walked down the stage.

...Wait, what's her name?

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