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

"Well, Mina-san...everyone, I have something to announce to you today."

But no one seemed to hear it.

No wonder, because this guy is not wearing a suit or a shirt with cartoon characters printed on it.

But it’s ancient costume!

Should the clothing often worn by literati in TV dramas be Hanfu?

"Well, first of all, everyone needs to change the way they address me. Don't call me teacher anymore. Call me Mr.... And Mr. Give Up."

"What?!" The whole class finally reacted and asked in unison.

"Eh? Didn't you understand? I mean, my surname is Yi Sheji, my given name is Tuizhi, and my nickname is Mr. Shifen. Since I'm your homeroom teacher, I'm your teacher!"

"Hey, is this guy crazy?" "How can there be a teacher like this..." "Is he going for a retro style?" "Does this guy want to be an internet celebrity?"

A lively discussion began in the class.

"Okay, everyone, please stop discussing this. I think everyone has a lot of questions about my behavior, so I'm allowing you to ask questions one by one, but please don't interrupt."

Yi Sheji clapped his hands and said.

Lin Yi raised his hand.

"Ah, go ahead." Yi Sheji glanced at her, but then realized that he didn't know her name... after all, it was the first day of teaching.

Hey... You don't even know the students' names? And your attitude is so cold...

Lin Yi stood up while thinking: "Teacher, um...sir, could you please not come so late next time?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I still have to say no."

"Oh? Why?" Lin Yi frowned and felt inexplicably angry.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were the class monitor until you entered your second year of high school, right?"

"Yes."

"That's right. You have such a strong sense of responsibility that I think you are very suitable to be the squad leader. So, the more time I am away, the more opportunities you will have to fulfill your duties as the squad leader, right?" Yi Sheji looked as if it was a matter of course.

"But this is not an excuse. As a gentleman, you should fulfill your responsibilities, right?"

"It's because of an irresponsible man like me that you, as a squad leader, can be more conscientious and responsible, right? Okay, next one!"

Yi Sheji forcibly ended the topic.

Ah, this is really frustrating. Lin Yi thought so and sat down angrily.

Liu Yan raised his hand.

"Ah, you say."

"Sir, why are you dressed so strangely and insist on calling yourself Mr. Give Up?"

Liu Yan surprisingly did not cause trouble for the teacher.

"That's a good question! First of all, sir, I want to clarify one thing. The outfit I'm wearing was only worn by intellectuals in ancient times. So, it's not some weird outfit.

As for the account "Giving Up Mr.", it's because Mr. I like giving up.

"Hey? Didn't they say that we shouldn't give up easily? Why..."

"Nothing is absolute!" Yi Sheji interrupted Liu Yan. "Whether you insist or give up, it won't work without a clear goal. Sir, I like to give up because it allows me to do things better. So, if you want to insist, that's fine, but it depends on your inner thoughts and whether your persistence is useful to you.

Okay, next one."

Liu Yan opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and sat down.

Then there are some irrelevant questions and answers.

"Sir, you look very handsome in this outfit!"

"Yeah, I think so too."

some type of.

.....................

Looking at the harmonious question-and-answer scene in the class, Teacher Nan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"What? Isn't this also enough to lead this class well?"

.....................

[A few days later]

"Sir, you're late again!"

The classmates in the class shouted in unison to Yi Sheji who came late.

"Ah, sir, there is actually a reason why I'm late..." Yi Sheji scratched his messy hair guiltily.

At this time, the students seemed to exchange glances with each other with premeditated intention, revealing happy expressions.

"We give up!"

The shouting, which was so orderly that it sounded like the sound of reading, really scared Yi Sheji.

"Huh? What?"

"We give up! We give up on this gentleman who is always late and has a negative attitude!"

"well?"

........................

【First Person Perspective】

"Teacher Nan~!" (tears streaming)

"Why? Don't call me like that, it's disgusting." Teacher Nan looked at me with disgust.

"These students are going too far! They're actually going to give up on me, their teacher! I haven't done anything wrong... Why are you hurting my fragile heart..."

"Ah..." Teacher Nan said helplessly, "Don't assume the worst. Maybe these students are just joking with you, right?"

"No, I don't think that uniform slogan is a joke... They must hate me, but I don't know what I did wrong... Can someone tell me what I did wrong..."

...........[In the classroom]...........

"Sir, he ran away crying."

"It seems like the joke has gone too far."

"What should we do now?" "I have such a weak tolerance."

At this time, squad leader Lin Yi suddenly stood up.

"Let's go find the gentleman together!"

"it is good!"

..........................

"Do you think you can ever reflect on yourself?" Teacher Nan asked me with a frown, his eyes full of dissatisfaction with me.

"Of course I do, it's just that I can't find any flaws in myself. I'm so perfect..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a voice coming from outside the door.

"Sir, you're not perfect."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm often late."

“Sometimes I even give up teaching and courses that I think are useless.”

"And I often don't do my hair."

Ah... I've really failed as a teacher. Is this how I am perceived by students?

"But,"

"Teacher, no, sir, he's super handsome! I like both his looks and his teaching style!"

"Yeah, even though I love to sleep, I never felt sleepy once during Mr.'s class!"

"With you, sir, I think giving up is also a good word!"

"A gentleman is a gentleman, even though he's not perfect and a little lazy, but I, we just like this kind of gentleman!"

"so..."

"So?" I couldn't help but rub my sore nose and asked.

"Hello! Mr. Give Up! Go back to class!"

"Hmph, you've truly inherited my true teachings. Okay! Today I'll tell you how giving up is the true path to life."

"Oh!"

Wow, looking at it this way, my students are really cute.

The Legend of Swordsman

At the beginning it is called an event, and because the event is extraordinary, it is called a miracle.

The strange thing spread among the people and became a rumor.

Rumors are spread by all kinds of people, so they are called stories.

The time has come to this month and this day, the past has become a story, what will the story become?

How much truth and how much falsehood are there in these stories passed down by different people? This is impossible to verify, so let us take a look at the tip of the iceberg of a swordsman's life through these stories.

【Extra Story】 The Legend of the Swordsman

"Have you heard? The city lord said he's going to issue a sword ban. No one coming to this city, except officials and nobles, is allowed to carry a sword. All swords must be handed over to the officials."

"That's good. It saves those guys who call themselves heroes and swordsmen from fighting privately on the city wall."

"That's not the case. When they were fighting privately, we could also sell some things to the onlookers. Now that knives are banned, our business has decreased a bit." After saying this, the vendor selling roasted melon seeds sighed.

"That's true..."

"The purpose of carrying a sword is not to fight and kill, and the purpose of seeking the way of the sword is not to compete in personal strength."

At this moment, a ragged guy suddenly appeared in front of the two vendors who were chatting, and the first thing he said was something that was difficult to understand.

His voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because he hadn't spoken in a long time, but you could still tell he was very young. His long, messy hair cast a shadow over his eyes, but it also highlighted the brightness of his eyes.

"Huh?" The sesame cake vendor looked at him carefully and said with a slightly sarcastic tone: "You guy, you're so poor and you're still talking nonsense here."

"Hey, that's not the case. He speaks very well, but he's dressed in rags. He must be a poor scholar."

"No, he was just talking about swords. How could a scholar wield swords and guns?"

"Yes, I am indeed a swordsman..."

The guy who looked like a beggar suddenly turned around to face the two of them and drew his sword from behind.

Maybe it was because they drew their swords under the watchful eyes, but the moment the swords were unsheathed, they seemed to see a ray of cold light shooting out, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes.

"Hey, put it away quickly! Don't you know that people like you are not allowed to carry swords in this city? Put it away quickly if you don't want it confiscated."

The melon seed vendor reminded hurriedly.

However, the guy did not answer him. He just slowly sheathed his sword and said this in a hoarse voice:

"Moon, Sun. What lies beneath the surface is often not the truth."

"Huh? What?" "Why are you always saying things that are incomprehensible to me..."

However, the ragged guy did not answer them, turned around and left their stall, leaving the two of them looking at each other.

.............................

"That guy over there, hey, I'm talking about you."

As I was walking, an extremely arrogant voice came over.

The ragged guy stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and saw a man who looked like an official, with two servants following him.

"Is there a problem?"