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

It seems that my wish was granted.

"..."

"You'll see soon enough."

"..."

A familiar feeling came over me.

At that moment, I thought of the sun in the sky emitting warm sunshine during the holidays, and at the same time, the warm breeze intertwined with a bit of fate.

So...it was that time.

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"Perhaps, the existence of some people is not as meaningful as the existence of flowers."

For some reason, my consciousness suddenly became clear again. This break was really short... well, compared to the previous ones. Come to think of it... I don't think I really like being in a state of rest all the time.

Thinking of this, I tried to control my body and sit up from the quilt.

"...It's really troublesome..."

The dim sky outside the window confirmed to me that time wasn't stagnant in the scorching summer heat. That was fine, as I actually disliked cumbersome tasks... Nevertheless, gathering information was essential.

"..."

Scratching my long and messy hair, I looked at the phone beside me.

. . . . . . . .

"You came down a little late today. Aren't you afraid of being late?"

Sheji's mother was not actually too worried, because it was not the first time that he got up at this time and was late.

But compared to the past, her son did not rush downstairs this time, complaining about getting up late. She was a little worried that he might have caught a cold or a fever after being caught in the rain yesterday and was unable to get up.

"Sorry, I'll be right there."

"...?" The hand that was placing the tableware suddenly stopped.

It was clearly his son's voice.

However...the tone and wording were a little off.

"...Good morning."

A familiar figure slowly walked down the stairs.

"...Good morning..."

Why are you so polite today...

What puzzled her most was that his hair wasn't just wet with water and then flattened, which made it look unattractive. Instead, it looked like it had been carefully combed. Two strands of hair hung down on either side of his ears, and the remaining long hair was gathered back and tied up.

"...What are you wearing?"

"Ah, I want to change my mood today."

"How sudden. But let's eat first." She pulled out a chair for her son. "Do you want to eat? It's too late, isn't it?"

"It's ok."

He said as he sat down on the chair.

"Did you ask the teacher for leave?"

"No, I'll explain it to her when the time comes." He said, showing a rare smile, "It's not healthy to skip breakfast."

"...Then you better eat faster." She said, bringing out the prepared breakfast, "I don't want your teacher to call me."

"understood."

"..."

It's a little strange... but it feels much better than before. Sheji's mother thought so and went back to the kitchen.

..........

Humans have extremely limited means of judging the world. They use their senses to perceive the existence of things... so, beyond these, there must be much more that remains unnoticed.

"Ah... trouble."

So, it seems like being human isn't something to brag about or be proud of. Or rather, possessing a human body isn't something to be proud of. Well, just like a lion wouldn't be proud of its fangs or physique, humans don't seem to have any reason to feel superior to other species just because of what they think or do.

Well...if I weren't so arrogant, I could hardly be called a human being.

...I don't really dislike people who are arrogant. No, to be more precise, I dislike people who rely on their intuition and experience to make decisions.

For example, back then, everyone believed that their own location was the center of the world, and that the sun and stars revolved around it. This judgment stemmed from a fundamental arrogance. Even when someone pointed out that the sun was the center and that our week revolved around it, no one believed them, and some even attempted to deny the truth.

So... looking back at human history... especially the history of science, it is clear that people are always unable to realize their own stupidity at the first time, and the truth is in the hands of a few people.

But is this so-called truth... truly the truth? Perhaps it's just an unproven conclusion... a conclusion drawn from arrogance.

“..Well…”

In fact, I don’t know this myself.

For this kind of thing, if you want to know clearly, you need to keep experimenting...whether you use yourself or others.

My eyes have long lost their color, and I am just trying my best to get rid of boredom.

By this time, I had already thought of what I wanted to verify. To be more precise, I should have thought of it not long ago while combing my hair.

"...make it a little... interesting."

All I want is a simple answer.

Ringing in my ears.

There is still the sound of continuous rain.

..........

"...What are you wearing?"

As the homeroom teacher of this troubled teenager, the teacher, Kusunoki Takayama, whose name has been kept almost secret, thought he was used to his usual behavior... whether it was not doing his homework, being late, or daydreaming in class, that guy did nothing more than these.

All in all, he's a pretty good person.

However, this time's actions... were really a bit unexpected.

"...Speaking of which, it's probably to change the image."

"I thought you would never have such plans in your life."

The reason is quite normal.

"After all, you've put so much pressure on me, Teacher... If I could relieve a little of your stress..."

"Then you're late today."

“…”

"Ah, never mind. I'm so happy that you're willing to cry." She couldn't help but sigh, "...Isn't it that Lingcan's leaving without a word that upset you?"

"...No."

A helpless expression appeared on his face.

This reaction is normal. It seems like it's just a whim... I'm sure I won't be able to hold on in two days. Nan guessed.

"It's not impossible to change your image... Besides, if you can really make me less worried, then I will be truly grateful."

"...I will try my best."

"Let's go back."

She waved her hand and found that there seemed to be nothing more to say.

"...goodbye."

"...Oh, oh." This guy used to be the type to never say goodbye. Caught off guard, before Nan could respond, he was already gone.

"..."

It's a bit sudden... But if it keeps going like this, it shouldn't be a problem...

bud

Although I don't like to do troublesome things, I can't stand things that are disorganized...both in appearance and in heart.

If you want to achieve your goals, proper planning is crucial... Gather information, analyze it, and then work from the conclusions. I've repeated this process countless times... Yet, the results, looking back now, don't seem to have had a lasting impact.

Well, having said that, at least the initial expectations were met.

People's needs will change at different stages...and what we are pursuing so hard is what we lack. It is normal to feel empty after what we once wanted to do is satisfied.

"..."

"Ah...it's the state..."

Because it was a pesky rainy day, I didn't like sitting in one place, so I wandered around the corridor. It wasn't without purpose, but since I'd encountered this, it wouldn't be a bad idea to start now.

The person before me... is someone I haven't interacted with in ages. Well... since we've already met, it's not a bad idea to start with her.

"..."

Lin Yi, who was once again the class monitor, was standing in front of me, looking puzzled as to why I was blocking her path.

"By the way...long hair isn't allowed in school, right?"

Is this what you care about...

"...It's not very long." I said, reaching out and touching it. "It can't even compare to you, squad leader."

"That's right, I'm a girl...it's normal to have long hair." She responded helplessly.

"Well..." I smiled and looked behind her.

Judging from the direction he was in, he should be coming back from the office.

"Come to think of it, moving homework every day must be tiring."

After some casual greetings, I brought up the topic.

"...I'm fine," she replied, then her expression tensed as if she'd suddenly remembered something. "Don't say anything like, 'I'm skipping homework to lighten your load.' You have to do what needs to be done. This is a matter of principle."

Although I was mentally prepared, that guy was not only disorganized in his work, but he was also lazy about this kind of thing.

"Ah...I'll change it."

"That's good. I'm willing to be a little tired this way... and compared to the teacher who corrects the homework, my little hard work is nothing..."

"Well, let's not talk about this for now."

I interrupted her abruptly, just to save time. Besides, I didn't really like this kind of eulogistic language.

"Well?"

She naturally looked at me with confusion.

"Speaking of which, I don't have any prestige in the class, so I'm afraid I can't help you manage the class."

"...?"

"However, if you need me to just share a little weight, I won't refuse."

"...Huh? Why so sudden?"

"It's nothing. It's just that after the previous vice-class monitor went to the science class, many things fell on your shoulders. As a classmate who has been together for a semester...it's natural for me to lend a hand."

"...Since...Since you said so..."