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

I say this because today, instead of a chilly wind, there was a warm, sun-kissed warmth. Sitting on the steps, quietly waiting for the end of PE class, was quite relaxing.

There are more and more free activities. This also means that there will be fewer physical education classes after the third year of high school... After all, who would have the energy to go out and exercise at that time... Although I don't mind, making conspicuous actions openly is not suitable for me after all.

"Pass the ball!" "Beautiful—" "Steal! Steal!"

On the basketball court not far away, the seniors were competing head-to-head with the first-year juniors. And among them was Liu Yan, who looked rather clumsy... If you're not good at it, then don't go and embarrass yourself.

Having said that, not doing so would be totally inconsistent with his meddlesome personality.

"If you're going to embarrass yourself...at least do it gracefully—"

But if you think about it carefully, this seems quite difficult to achieve.

"Throw it beautifully...Isn't this difficult to achieve?"

"Of course."

I don't need to confirm it; the only one who came to me specifically to pick a fight must be Yehui—no one else would approach me... Before, Rinquanchuan would occasionally come over for Lingcan. Now, during her free time, she just sits quietly under the shade of a tree and reads. It seems like business as usual... but who knows if she'll ever think of that guy? After all, we've been together for so long.

"Speaking of which, I'm thinking of writing a story. I'll team up with the drama club and perform it at the cultural exhibition."

It shouldn't be a big deal to tell Ye Hui this news.

"Oh...what kind?"

She seemed interested in it.

"...Who knows, maybe in the eyes of most people...it will be a good comedy."

I'm not sure how to define it. Because in some ways, there's no clear dividing line between comedy and tragedy... Things that are deliberately made to be funny aren't really comedies in my opinion.

"That's really exciting..."

"Is that so? Since you're looking forward to it, I can finally get a little more motivated to think about it."

Just one person's support is enough.

A reason that is enough for me to devote all my energy to it.

Occasional pointing fingers

What should I convey?

Although I had some thoughts, now it seems like it was just an impulsive decision. But I don't regret it... Being able to think about doing something is a big improvement compared to before.

"It seems like this is the first time I've seen you actively thinking of a story."

"After all, I'm not very good at things like creation."

I really don't think of stories on my own unless someone forces me to. Normally, I just write something like an essay... I feel like I need to be told what to write about in order to satisfy both myself and the other person. But this time, I wanted to write something on my own accord. Just having an idea isn't enough.

"It feels like I just picked up a mouse pad."

I couldn't help but scratch my cheek.

"Um...what do you mean?"

She didn't seem to understand what I was saying, and I deliberately didn't explain it clearly. After all, I wanted to chat with her for a while, so I used these confusing words.

"If the play I want to write were a computer, then the ideas in my head right now would be a mouse pad at best... In other words, it will take a long time and effort to complete."

"Oh, I see. So, you don't have any clues right now, Sheji?"

"That's true... so it's starting to feel a bit troublesome." But... "But when I think about why I decided to do this, I feel like I have to do it."

"That's it..."

Ye Hui is a very intelligent girl. Her gentleness and understanding aren't the only qualities she possesses, but her intelligence alone is quite rare... Of course, I'm not referring solely to her IQ; I also think of her emotional intelligence, which is significantly higher than the average person's. She knows exactly when to say what, and how to say it—something truly rare. Furthermore, she can even read other people's minds... Of course, these are conclusions based on my own experience.

So, in my opinion, she is someone who can easily perceive my thoughts. The silence at this moment is probably connecting yesterday's events with my decision today.

"You've also found a direction to work towards. In my opinion, that's quite remarkable."

"...It's not that remarkable."

No matter how you look at it, no matter how much you achieve at this stage, your impact is limited. At best, it might just add a few lines to your diploma review, like "This student was active in club activities while at school," but it won't help you much in your later life.

What I want isn't something so cheap and insignificant. Just enough to convey a thought, something that sticks in someone's mind for a moment... You don't need to know the author, just focus on the plot.

"But, at this stage, there are indeed very few people who can do the same as you."

"Am I not as good as many people in academics? It's just that my strengths happen to be in different areas than theirs. In other words, I might not be suited to being a student... It's like I was forced into this environment."

As I said this, I looked up at the sky, formed a square with my hands, and conscientiously captured the scene as shown in the picture.

"Even though I haven't fully adapted to this place called school from the beginning until now... but after all, I've spent so much time here that I no longer feel bored with it."

"..."

"So of course the more people who come, the better. Whether you like the play or not, understand it or not, are looking for trouble or simply enjoy it... no matter what, just come and watch as an audience."

This should sound pretty cool, right?

"I will definitely...finish it."

Chapter 7: Accidental Pointing

I always feel like I had this experience a long time ago.

It's like searching for an exit on a road with no sunlight. For me, it's both difficult and fascinating... Finding inspiration is probably something inexplicable. I don't feel bored or tired; my expression must be filled with excitement and excitement.

The answer that can be found...seems to be within reach.

"It seems like you've been very busy lately."

"Uh... yeah. Yeah..."

I have to say... the figure leaning against the doorway really gave me a jolt. Normally, he should have gotten home later every day, but this time, he'd left work early, contrary to his usual practice.

"What's matter?"

I still mind being interrupted when I'm thinking.

"Guess what—"

It seems like I haven't interacted with him in a long time. He's actively talking to me like this, so I feel like something bad is going on... I hope it's just my imagination.

"How should I know... If there's nothing else, please close the door for me." And I remember it shouldn't have been open before. In other words, he opened my door without knocking.

"Is that how you talk to your dear father?"

"...I just don't know what to say."

And he wouldn't understand what's bothering me right now. I wouldn't try to discuss it with him...because he doesn't know what's happening to me, so I wouldn't bring it up.

"It's not good to be too blunt... I don't remember you talking to people like this before."

"...People change." I paused. "Besides, the way you talk to others outside is definitely different from the way you talk to me at home."

“—That’s true.”

"..."

It's hard to believe he came specifically to listen to me. But he didn't seem angry or refute my attitude... It's not much different from before he started working. I thought his personality would gradually deteriorate after encountering so many setbacks at work...

"Don't be so alarmed. I'm just worried about my son's unusual behavior—"

"I don't think there's anything unusual about me."

"Although I know you've been locking yourself in your room. But you've always been reading comics and playing games... but this time you were just staring at your desk. I can still see the difference."

"...Stop spying on me."

When did you see it?

"This isn't really just observing you... so why are you suddenly so active?"

"Actually... it's nothing." I didn't really want to tell my family, but it was okay to share a little. "I just wanted to write a story... and then perform it at a cultural exhibition."

"I'm actually quite curious...how did you manage to say that so calmly? This is a really big deal...and why didn't you tell us about the cultural exhibition last year?"

"I just thought you wouldn't have time to read it even if I told you."

I still know their working hours very well.

"Ah, that's true... I guess I won't be able to go this year." He seemed to have just realized this. "But at least we can offer some verbal support."

"... Saying 'come on!' is useless." I couldn't help but sigh. "Please do something practical... Like work hard and give me some peace of mind."

"You should be able to save yourself some trouble, right?" He walked over and gave me a slap on the head with his knuckles. It still hurt.

“I don’t want to work if I can help it.”

"Hmm..." This is actually similar to what I thought.

"But for the sake of life, it's impossible for people to live in their own ideas. I used to think that dreams were the hope for the future... but the end result tells you that they are just a change of pace."

"...So, you can't avoid work."

Although I had this feeling before...I don't want anyone to tell me this explicitly yet.

"I think it's better not to try to escape."

I just said I didn't want to go to work, but I can still say such words.

"So, what kind of story are you going to write?"

He's finally focused on serious matters. But I don't really want him to think about this... I feel a little embarrassed to discuss my creative work with my family.

"Well... I'm not very clear at the moment. You see, I'm still thinking about it. So you're just forcibly interrupting my train of thought. For this reason, I hope that out of concern for your son, you can quickly give me some private space."

"...What are you blabbering on about?" He looked rather helpless. "Since you haven't come up with anything yet, why not try writing a few more first, then pick the one you like and revise it."

“That’s a really good idea…”

Actually, I had already thought of it. But before I could do anything, he beat me to it... Well, it was just a suggestion after all, so I just wanted to give him a quick heads-up and let him leave satisfied.

"By the way, does it have to be a human being?"

"...Why not let your cats and dogs on stage instead of people?"

"That's not what I meant. Look, since this is a story, wouldn't it be interesting if sometimes the characters weren't human, but something else?"

"...While the idea is good...I wonder what it should be written into."

"Is this something I should consider? I'm just offering a suggestion." He smiled and waved his hand, "I'm not a screenwriter or anything."

"..."

Well, I knew I couldn't rely on him.

"But, regardless of whether they're human or not, if the story is interesting, it will definitely convey what the author wants to express... Literary creation is different from scientific research and technology, so you don't have to worry too much about the setting... As long as you can express your own ideas, that's fine."

"...Use any means necessary?"

“This statement is a bit too radical…”

“Not radical at all, okay…”

"Okay, whatever you say is what it is." He seemed to have lost interest in the matter and slowly turned around to leave. "Sometimes, things that cannot be expressed clearly by humans can be better expressed by using other species... or even objects."

"...Did you see what I put in..."

"Um, what?"

After hearing what I said, he looked at me with a puzzled look.

"No...it's okay."

Probably not. He doesn't have the time to look through my things... and he wouldn't do it. In this case, I can only say... he knows me pretty well.

"I just think... Dad, you can say something useful like this sometimes. I'm surprised."

"There are still many things that can surprise you - but you will have to experience them slowly in the future."

From the past

"If laws had consciousness, they would favor objects that obey them over humans who are swayed by their emotions. Therefore, today's story isn't just about you and me."

I'll leave it at that for now...though it's still a bit far off as a narration. Well, as a simple story start, it's still acceptable...but it doesn't seem worth worrying about.