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

"...I do have a cousin and a younger brother, but I don't remember what happened to them..."

"Tsk, let me check it out." I said and prepared to walk towards her room.

"Eh? What do you want to do? Wait a minute, my room isn't cleaned up yet..."

"I know, I won't mess up the things in there." I ignored her objection and stepped into the door. "It's just the clothes you like to make. I know."

"...What nonsense have you been talking about just now!" She was still trying to stop me in a panic.

“…”

But I eventually extended my gaze to the room behind her, and was surprised to find that the clothes I had seen before seemed to be completely gone - instead, there were piles of daily necessities and underwear that did not look like they had been washed.

“Aa ...

It felt like someone had been exposed—and indeed, they had been. The girl, who I remembered as Feng Rongqing, but who wasn't actually named Feng Rongqing, impulsively and shyly screamed. The sound was so loud it threatened to pierce my eardrums.

Really... is my memory faulty?

. . . . . . .

Sure enough, something went wrong.

But I can't tell what went wrong... For example, I now feel my hands and feet are being attacked by the cold wind. However, no matter how I speed up my pace or how I stretch my hands and feet, the coldness is still like growing roots, tightly wrapping around my limbs and spreading to my torso.

"...if only I had a cup of something hot..."

However, looking around, the streets seemed to be filled with almost repetitive scenes, with no food stalls or shops to be seen.

"..."

Where am I going?

This thought troubled me. But I continued walking without a clue... I tried to recall my experiences yesterday and the day before yesterday, and I seemed to have some general impression, but it became vague again in less than a few seconds.

“…” “…”

I don't know when the sound of conversation started around me. I tried to listen closely, but I couldn't make out the specifics. I wanted to stop and see if their faces looked familiar, but my feet kept moving forward. It seemed like there was no time to stop.

Moving forward, I crossed the path.

Continue walking down the corridor.

I felt like I hadn't woken up yet, but I couldn't recall where I'd spent the night before. I couldn't even recall what day it was today. My phone...didn't I bring it? But my hands were shoved in my pockets, and it was too cold to pull them out. There was no way to check if I had my phone with me.

The people walking with me didn't even mention the date... I felt like I had something important to do. But now I've forgotten...

Since I've forgotten it, it shouldn't be an important thing.

I'm still walking.

Until I came to a door. It seemed to be a classroom, and it was the classroom I was going to enter. Because the students around me walked past me and entered the classroom.

I paused. I wasn't sure if I was studying here... I had the impression that I should...

"Sheji, why are you staying here?" An overly friendly voice came from behind me. Then it pushed my back hard and pushed me into the door. "You're blocking others. Hurry up."

"...Who are you..."

I glanced at him from the side and found that I was familiar with him, but I still couldn't remember his name.

"Ruiyun?"

"Yeah, you remembered it. When you introduced yourself, you said you weren't good at remembering people's names. I thought it would take you days to memorize them."

He smiled brightly, his eyes narrowed through his glasses, but my heart told me that I didn't like him very much.

"...Well, maybe it's because we sit at the same table." I smiled at him. "I just remember everything naturally after hearing you being questioned by the teacher all day long."

He seemed to be a good student. Maybe that's why I had a bad impression of him... No, maybe there's something deeper.

"Just study hard today." He patted my shoulder and sat down in his seat. "Don't worry about other people's affairs anymore."

"..."

What is he talking about? Am I paying attention to other people's business right now? Who is it? It seems like there are a lot of people... a lot of people? It doesn't seem to be the case either.

Head hurts.

I couldn't help but hold my forehead to relieve the pain, but it didn't help.

"Sheji, Sheji? What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well?"

"...No, it's okay." I said, pulling out a textbook from my desk. "Maybe it's because I'm still sleepy."

However, nothing is impossible.

“…”

Because I noticed that the book in my hand was printed with "English Grade 8, Volume 1".

Roundabout

As usual, I hadn't absorbed a single word the teacher was saying. I just kept flipping through the textbook, my thoughts feeling quite confused.

"...I always feel like I've already learned these points."

It was clearly a brand new textbook, but I knew all the formulas and theorems...I could even recite some of the texts.

"So, you secretly went to tutoring?" Ruiyun leaned over to me after hearing me mumbling. "If the tutoring is effective, could you recommend it to me as well?"

"You don't need tutoring, do you? Your grades are already so good." Generally speaking, this is definitely a polite remark.

"Don't say that. Everyone wants to improve their studies." His smile grew even brighter. "How about this? Can you tell me the address?"

"I didn't say I was taking tutoring classes."

"...No?" He slumped down on the desk in disappointment, then quickly straightened up. "Okay, sorry to interrupt you."

"..."

It didn't really bother me, because I had no desire to attend these classes. Rather than the knowledge I felt I'd already learned, I was more concerned with how much time I'd actually spent in my life.

By the way...the duty schedule should have the date and year written on the blackboard.

Thinking of this, my eyes turned to the blackboard, but I didn't find any words indicating the date on it, only my name.

It seems that it's my turn to be on duty today.

Episode 2: Revolving

After erasing the entire blackboard filled with notes the teacher had spent an entire class writing, my arms surprisingly didn't feel any soreness. However, for some reason, my limbs, especially my feet, felt the same chill. So cold that even I, who dislike exercise, couldn't help but stamp my feet to keep warm.

However, just as I put down the eraser in my hand, a few guys suddenly came up, picked up the chalk and started writing on it.

"Hey, hey, I just finished wiping it, so stop scribbling here."

I stopped them with a slight annoyance.

"...Why are you panicking? I'm not asking you to wipe it." "Mind your own business." "Move over, move over—"

A few people shoved me aside in a very arrogant manner. Then they began to draw and write skillfully on the blackboard. I didn't know what to do, so I calmed down a little and stood aside to watch what they were up to.

It took me only a few minutes to understand what they were doing. It was like publicly insulting someone, writing all the inappropriate words on the blackboard. And the person being insulted was probably one of us.

"Hey, forget it."

At this moment, my shoulder was suddenly patted. It was Ruiyun asking me to go to the back to talk with him.

"This is their business, so don't meddle in it."

"..." Actually, I didn't want to get involved, but after hearing him say that, I became interested. "Are they hanging someone?"

"It's hard to say... Maybe that person offended someone."

"...Weren't you here from the beginning? How could you not know what was going on?"

"..."

"What evil did the man mentioned actually do?"

"Since I was treated like this, I must have done it." He looked nonchalant. "Otherwise, why did you only look for her and not someone else?"

"....Too."

Although I don't agree with this statement, there's really nothing I can do about it. As the saying goes, it's better to have less trouble than more, so I'll just ignore it.

Just as I was about to nod in agreement, I noticed a small figure approaching the doorway. The person who had written those words on the blackboard had already disappeared. After standing there for a moment, the figure frantically and awkwardly searched for the eraser.

"...ah."

It was then that I noticed the eraser was in my hand, and her eyes turned to me.

After only a brief glance, I was already suspicious—she didn't look like the person whose words were written on the blackboard. So I hesitated to give her the eraser. However, she simply gave me a timid look and gave up asking for the eraser. After a brief hesitation, she pulled up the sleeve of her school uniform, placed it on the blackboard, and vigorously wiped away the writing.

"...this..."

I couldn't bear to see this scene and was about to go forward and hand her the eraser.

"Tsk, I already told you... don't bother with it." Ruiyun snatched the eraser from my hand and threw it on his desk. "Don't get involved with her just because she looks so pitiful. It will get really troublesome."

"..."

Is this going to be troublesome?

I couldn't help but look at the girl again. Because she was a bit short, she looked quite miserable as she stood on tiptoe and laboriously wiped the blackboard with her sleeves.

The people around him seemed not to have seen this scene, and they were calmly doing what they were supposed to do, as if the figure on the podium did not exist.

"..."

Although I don't know what happened here, this situation is definitely not normal.

"Class is starting." He listened to the bell and returned to his seat. "You don't look well. This class is a more relaxed politics class. If you really can't help me, I can help you look after the teacher. You can get some sleep."

“...Ah, that’s right…”

I looked at the blackboard full of white marks left by wiping with cloth instead of an eraser, and suddenly felt a little...disharmonic.

"..."

And I do feel very tired.

"Okay, if you want to sleep, I'll help you watch..."

"...Then..." My eyelids kept opening and closing, feeling like I couldn't hold them up any longer. "Then I'll leave it to you..."

dark.

. . . . . . .

It’s so cold... I think I’ve felt this way before... right?

What day is today?

My phone... didn't I bring it? But my hands were stuffed in my pockets, and it was too cold to pull them out. There was no way to confirm whether I had my phone with me.

I feel like I have something to do, something very important. But now I've forgotten...

Since I've forgotten it, it shouldn't be an important thing.

I'm still walking.

Until I came to a door. It seemed to be a classroom, and it was the classroom I was going to enter. Because the students around me walked past me and entered the classroom.

I paused. I wasn't sure if I was studying here... I had the impression that I should...

"Sheji, why are you staying here?"

An overly friendly voice came from behind me, and then pushed my back hard, pushing me into the door. "You'll block others, hurry up."

An unusually familiar feeling.

It felt like it happened yesterday... no, it should have happened even closer to now. But it was clearly morning now, so I could only chalk that feeling up to an illusion.

"...It's you, Ruiyun." I know him.

After transferring to another school, we sat next to each other, and our personalities were surprisingly compatible, so we quickly became friendly. However, deep down, I didn't really like him... probably because his grades were slightly better than mine.

"Just study hard today." He patted my shoulder and sat down in his seat. "Don't worry about other people's affairs anymore."

"..."