I don't keep a diary, I only spoil life.

The thought of the D class notebook holder's miserable face a month later makes me laugh.

Hahaha... This can still get a zero score? Even if you got the news in advance, you still can't get a zero score. Just thinking about this possibility makes me burst out laughing. I can't help but say—that's disgusting!

Okay, that's all for today's diary entry. I hope those of you who have read and supported my message will provide some emotional support. I'm really looking forward to seeing how things turn out after you see this news!

If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment below the daily diary. I'll see them and reply to a few the next day.

One last thing, Yukinoshita, is your dump truck ready? Is the compensation for Hachiman enough?

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"..."

The concluding remarks, tinged with a sense of melancholy, came to an abrupt end with the exclamation mark and the dark ink stains.

Accompanied by a sentimental closing remark, the jet-black ink lingered on the final exclamation mark.

Today's story has come to a complete end.

However...

The girl in front of the diary was suddenly struck by a sense of awe, staring at the lines of text for a long time before falling into silence.

It wasn't until the driver called and told her to come downstairs that the girl suddenly snapped out of her daze, her mind involuntarily replaying what she had just witnessed.

A chilling and unsettling feeling crept up my neck.

I could even hear a buzzing sound in my ears.

A sense of unease crept into my heart.

Did a dump truck hit the jackpot?

today?

She quickly looked up at the clock.

Yukino's expression changed.

His expression immediately relaxed.

Oh, she's already been delayed by her diary for more than ten minutes, so she probably won't encounter that kind of thing, right?

However, to be on the safe side...

She politely declined the driver's invitation to get in the car.

Glancing at her backpack, she decided to embark on a hiking adventure, letting her heart's burdens settle as she went.

Chapter Two. The collision is inevitable, whether you want to or not.

An unbelievable notebook.

A bunch of miscellaneous and trivial information.

Add to that the rambling of the mysterious person A.

Traveler?

A life that has been recorded?

A master in the world of anime and manga?

The female lead, who weighs 10 pounds in one meal, was bullied?

Highly cultivated intrigue and backstabbing?

Working Sister Xiang vs. Pink Milk Dragon?

Would someone drive their own luxury car into a trapeze session with a classmate?

Regulations.

Incredible.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who experienced this supernatural event, was tormented and could not find peace.

He kept his brows furrowed all day.

I spent the whole day agonizing over and calculating.

Even someone with her strong emotional management skills struggles with this, let alone others.

The diary contains an unusually explosive amount of information.

What time traveler, what anime/manga, what lucky guy Hachiman?

Yukinoshita has a general understanding of it, but doesn't really want to fully comprehend it.

The other person meant that he knew everyone's future;

In his world, the life trajectories of these notebook holders were already predetermined, and not only that, but they had also been observed and commented on by many people.

The thought of this possibility made Yukino feel very uncomfortable, and she wished she could take her brain out and wash it under clean water to forget this part of the related memory.

besides..

But whatever.

There's one thing Yukino is absolutely certain of.

Mysterious Brother A.

It couldn't possibly be a girl.

The entire diary is written in a male voice.

His self-reference, tone of voice, and attitude all exhibit typical male chauvinism.

And look at that arrogant, mocking attitude.

Regardless of whether his claim of being 26 years old is true or not,

Yukino's first impression of him was only this—

"Childish brat." He pulled out a marker and naturally gave the three-word comment.

That's right.

Childish man.

The entire text makes it hard for Yukino Yukinoshita to believe that the owner of the notebook terminal is 10 years older than her.

However, Yukino Yukinoshita dared not bet on whether what he said was true or false.

After all, given the other party's extraordinary ability to keep a diary, it's hard to say whether this somewhat naive prophet actually revealed the truth.

The idea of ​​a roller coaster hitting a classmate and sending them flying seems too horrifying to believe; it doesn't sound like a fabricated story.

Immediately afterwards...

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A celebratory notification appeared in the notebook.

Unfortunately, Yukino remained unfazed.

A diary where you can post comments...

Nondescript.

The comments section of the diary displayed the words "[Post-viewing thoughts successfully submitted]".

Instead of feeling relieved by expressing her emotions directly, she became even more agitated.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. The more she thought about it, the more gloomy she became.

gradually.

Her eyes and brows were gloomy.

It was a bitter and deep-seated hatred.

That expression, that "keep away" attitude.

Someone who hasn't lost a member of the Uchiha clan certainly couldn't have acted that out.

She didn't lose that expression until she stepped into the school.

The moment I stepped through the school gate.

Yukino felt a little more at ease without realizing it.

But once the sense of security fades, all that remains in my heart is a strange sense of resentment.

Why do I feel reassured reflexively?

Ultimately, no one knows whether the mysterious "Brother A" was telling the truth or just making things up.

but,

So intimidated by the book's miraculous power that he believed it wholeheartedly, and even walked to school.

But is this really the case?

Yukino shook her head.

The elements of credibility include;

But she did this more because she didn't want to live a life that everyone knew about and that anyone had observed, whether that future brought her happiness or bitterness.

The future is called the future because it is full of instability. A small, unintentional action can easily change the trajectory of a person's life.

If she really wanted to test whether the prophecy was true or not, she could simply take a ride in a family car and see if there really was a person named Hachiman who got hit by a car.

But she was kind-hearted and didn't do that.

It's better to avoid trouble.

Standing at the school gate, watching the cars come and go, Yukino finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the reason, the prophet said that injuring Hachiman was a good thing.

Regardless of the impact of her move that deviated from the original plan in a game where the outcome was already predetermined.

Once a move is made, there's no going back; once a choice is made, there's no going back.

"The diary still has many doubts and needs to be carefully examined."

Having regained the resolve to rebuild my life, I glance once more at the empty and desolate campus corridors.

The girl no longer lingered on this freedom and began walking towards her spot in Class J.

But before she could take two steps...

A sudden engine roar followed by the sound of a car door opening within a few breaths, and then a familiar voice came from behind.

[Crunch—!]

[Knock knock knock—!]

"Yukino, you'll be late if you don't hurry up and get to school!"

The image automatically refreshes as Hiratsuka Shizuka, wearing a white lab coat, stands in front of the school gate.

Her smile was unrestrained and bold, but seeing her travel-worn appearance and preoccupied look, Yukino frowned.

“Mr. Hiratsuka, it’s not in accordance with the rules to park your car across the school gate.”

"Huh? Rules are meant to be broken! I'm leaving soon anyway, so don't worry about it."

After speaking, Ms. Shizuka waved her hand. This nonchalant attitude made Yukino realize something was wrong, so she couldn't help but scrutinize the older female teacher who was talking to herself as she walked beside her.

"..."

Look at those crooked, unsteady steps.

I wonder how much sorrow Hiratsuka Shizuka must have felt to take such a step.

She knew Hiratsuka Shizuka.