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

However, not all species enjoy this sometimes comforting, sometimes violent light. Perhaps it stems from physiological structure, or perhaps it's simply a matter of mentality... In short, everything in the human eye can be liked or disliked.

This means... "dislike" is not the standard for judging whether something is good or bad.

"Ah... it's so bitter."

Even after sending Yehui home, I still haven't finished my coffee. For some reason, I seem to have become less adept at dealing with bitter tastes... Ah, could it be that she has a sweet tooth? No wonder after all this time... Well, this is really troublesome.

"I'll be back later."

I tried my best to hold the scarf close to my face to block out the cold wind, and then used my free hand to send a text message home.

"That'll be fine."

Hmm, I just thought of something...

. . . . . . . . .

"Hey, I borrowed it."

Still with a disdainful tone, an iron object was thrown towards me.

It was already break time for the new day. According to my request yesterday, Lin Chenruo had successfully borrowed what I wanted.

"Oh, well done."

I don't know what excuse she gave, but she's still somewhat useful... Well, I thought if I couldn't rely on her, I'd find another way. This is good, it can avoid some trouble.

I said, looking at the keys in my hand.

"Are you sure you didn't borrow the wrong thing?"

"Of course. I borrowed the master key on the pretext of leaving something behind," she explained unhappily.

"Oh."

"Actually, I was only supposed to take the key to our club, but no one noticed, so I took the master key that was also hanging on the wall."

"..."

This guy is surprisingly bold. But if it were me, I would probably do the same.

"In that case... then we can't waste any more time."

In this case, the longer you delay, the greater the chance of being discovered.

"It won't take too long, will it?"

"Well, a few minutes should be enough."

This kind of thing has been done before.

...........

There is no possibility of anyone joining the club at this time.

"Click."

Actually, even if there are people here, it doesn't matter... I'll always find a reason to be here. Besides, I don't intend to do anything bad.

With this in mind, I opened the door to Ye Hui's painting club, using a master key usually only equipped by maintenance workers.

"call..."

Despite the ventilation, there's still a smell that's hard to describe... probably from paints and other painting supplies.

"Um..."

Well, people don't like everything. Even seemingly harmless things can still disgust some people...and when faced with other people of the same kind, this feeling is often stimulated by other factors.

To put it simply, it's probably the feeling called "jealousy."

"found it..."

Something like a roll call, recording the club's membership. Comparing the number of drawing boards in the classroom, it seemed like there weren't many people registered here.

"It's called a club...but it's more like a training class..."

After all, relying on this to get into college is a way out. It's also natural that this club is different from other clubs. However, since we can allocate some teaching resources to improve this club, why can't we also devote some energy to managing the school?

Well, maybe that's part of the reason...it doesn't matter.

What happens next is enough just for me.

"Just a name... a student number."

The information available is a little limited...it is simply not enough.

"Well..."

Anyway, let’s take a photo first.

I'll figure out what happens next...

"Click."

I didn't stay for too long and left this place that I didn't like very much.

Well, let's see. Even if I don't like it, I have no desire to destroy it, because its existence isn't wrong. To me, the existence of things themselves is neither right nor wrong. It's people themselves who classify things as "right" and "wrong."

Therefore, people still have right and wrong.

"...Um."

It was then that I realized that having a small network of connections wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It didn't take me long to think of the people I was going to ask for help next.

...........

"I've told you so many times, stop bothering me during meal times."

"Because... because I have something to ask, so... I'm sorry."

Facing the sullen homeroom teacher, I was momentarily unsure how to react. While I still had a lot of memories of encountering her before... But when it came to the real thing, I couldn't keep my composure.

"...Ahem, what's wrong with you..."

It seemed as if he was shocked by what I said.

"Well...didn't I make you angry? So this is an apology."

"Oh, is today a joke?" She checked her phone. "But it's been a long time since April."

"It shouldn't be a matter of days..." You could also replace "days" with "months." "Anyway, I just want to ask...teachers keep student information...like contact information, home addresses, and so on."

"Of course, otherwise who would be able to find your house and deliver your homework if you took a leave?" She replied easily.

"I never enjoyed this kind of treatment in elementary school or even junior high school."

Now that I think about it, maybe it was because the school at that time didn’t keep any records at all.

"Ah...how should I put it...should I say something like, 'You're worthy of me...'"

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

"You don't have to look like that. You should be proud. This kind of experience isn't something that most people get, right?"

...Even as the homeroom teacher, it seems she has no self-awareness at all. Her words are truly hurtful. But if she understood that she was just joking, then this homeroom teacher would be quite easy to get along with... Well, now wasn't the time to think about that.

"Come to think of it, you've always been eating lunch here alone, Mr. Nan."

He pretended to mention it casually, and emphasized the words "one" and "alone".

"You've emphasized it too many times. You even made such a simple grammatical error, and in front of me... Are you looking down on me, your Chinese teacher?"

"No no no."

I quickly waved my hand to signal her otherwise I had reason to believe she would have hit me on the head.

"Well, the reason for the repetition is... it's just a little strange. Is the teacher not on good terms with the other teachers... or is it that I feel I can't get along with them..."

"Oh? Could it be that you came here to find out about me?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to see through my thoughts.

"No... I'm just a little curious. I just assumed that as the homeroom teacher, you should have a good relationship with the teachers..."

"Yeah." She looked like she didn't want to pay any more attention to me, so she continued eating her takeout, "What else?"

"So... do you know any teachers from other clubs? My club doesn't seem to have any club advisors..."

"Could it be that this is the reason for the trouble?"

As if she had found the truth, a slightly smug look appeared in her eyes.

"No trouble, actually... I'm just a little curious, will there be any trouble later?" After thinking for a moment, "After all, I really hate trouble."

"This question is quite consistent with your personality... Well, it's taken you almost a year to ask. It seems your observation skills are just so-so. Hmm, could it be that you're just lazy and are asking now?"

"...Well...sort of."

That's it for now...

"It's actually quite normal. You're just an ordinary club. To put it bluntly, it's just an excuse for you to stay here after school. Plus, it was founded at the request of the eldest daughter of the Rin family, so it's normal for them to ignore it." She sighed, "Our school has a limited number of teachers, so the clubs you mentioned with instructors are actually special training classes under a different name... That's the best way to understand it."

"That's it."

Even if you've already guessed it, just pretend to be surprised.

"So, your worries are unnecessary."

"Is that so... Then I can go back and explain."

"What? Did Rinsenkawa really send you here?"

"No...no, I discovered the problem myself, so..." I hurriedly explained.

"Okay, okay, no need to explain anymore. Lunch time is almost half over, it's time for you to go to the cafeteria." She said and waved at me, "Let's go."

"Hmm..." I said, turning to leave, then suddenly turned around as if remembering something, "Oh, right. Those tutors... Do you know Teacher Nan?"

"Those guys are in the office next door. How could I possibly know them? Besides, they have nothing to do with me."

"Oh."

After working so hard for so long, I finally got this important sentence out.

"That's it..."

The conditions have gradually increased.

Nobusu

Speaking of which, it's something I realized a long time ago... Well, people rely on their own perception to observe and understand everything around them.

In other words, any judgment made by humans is not completely objective... Well, it is better to say that the so-called "objectivity" does not exist among people at all.

That being said, some might question what objective reality is. Well, I haven't delved deeply into philosophy, so naturally, I don't understand what those philosophers mean by objective reality, let alone explaining it to others in such a cryptic way.

However, based on my own speculation, most people probably don’t want to understand it.

If that's the case, it's easy to explain.

What everyone sees and what they say is "objective" is actually used in debates. It is just an "excuse" to divert the topic of discussion to one's own side.

It's strange. People don't want to directly admit their desires.

Perhaps it's due to social constraints, or perhaps it's due to legal constraints... In short, there are many things that are difficult to talk about and express, but they can't be completely abandoned. This leads to those desires being gradually released through other means.

"Um... trouble."

However, I don't want to make any comments on this phenomenon. I also don't want to pursue so-called objectivity and fairness... these terms are things I have long given up.

That kind of thing... doesn't exist. At least not for me.

All I can do is to arbitrarily judge what is good and what is bad... and then find a way to eliminate those things that shouldn't exist.

"...eliminate..."

But this process...may be a little painful.

Chapter 9: Ensu

I was just planning to read the book I had finally borrowed from Rinsenkawa during the break, but a face I didn't want to see appeared before me.