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

So annoying.

For Xun Yu, Li Moya's annoying point wasn't that she talked too much, but that her words were generally inappropriate. With her exposed so clearly, who would be so tactless as to provoke someone in a bad mood? What was going on in this guy's head?

“Is it because it’s too much work and no reward?”

"No...not really."

I had never thought about this before, but after she reminded me, I suddenly realized why I had accepted such a thankless job.

Ah...right.

It was because of Tongyou and Jiumuting. In other words, the girl next to him was not within his scope of care, so there was no need to tolerate her.

"......" He couldn't help but look at Li Miya beside him.

"Wow, that look is so scary, why are you looking at me like that?"

"...Nothing." He walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button. Then he waited quietly for the elevator door to open.

"Then let's continue with the topic just now."

What topic was discussed just now?

"Tell me why you're unhappy."

"...I refuse."

What kind of mentality does one have to have to ask such a question? This is too simple...

"Well, if you don't tell me, then I'll guess it myself." With a hint of excitement in her eyes, Li Yuya asked for Xun Yu's consent.

"...Please do as you please."

"Hey, let me make a deal first. If I guess correctly, you are not allowed to lie or deliberately deny it."

"...Oh." He replied coldly.

However, Li Moya didn't care about the cold attitude at all.

In short, if you care, you lose. How can someone who only talks nonsense and makes fun of others know what he is thinking? Xun Yu thought so and noticed that the elevator door had opened.

"Let's go." After giving a rude reminder, he walked into the space inside the elevator.

"Oh~"

Chapter 13: Quietly Coming to a Conclusion

There was no one in the elevator, which meant the atmosphere might become awkward while waiting to get to the first floor.

"You know what? Emotions are contagious."

...Okay, it seems the awkwardness won't be over. The young lady next to me, Kurimoya, initiated the conversation. However, I didn't want to respond, so I remained indifferent.

"If you start yelling at someone with anger, even if they weren't angry at first, they'll be affected by that."

But she ignored my reaction and continued to say what she wanted to say.

"But on the other hand, if someone is sad and another person wants to make them smile, it's not enough to just smile at them. In short, it's easy to spread negative energy, but it's hard to get rid of it."

"..."

Are you using this kind of thing to indirectly persuade me to stop? Ultimately, isn't this a normal strategy? After all, everyone can say nice things...

"To put it another way, dark and depressing works are more likely to capture the audience's attention, so why bother seeking breakthroughs within the main theme of light?"

"Hey?"

Weren't you talking about me just now?

"Hey... what's that?" She frowned. "Aren't you in charge of the comic backgrounds, blacking out the dots, and stuff like that? I thought you knew all the plot details... Ah, isn't that why you look like that because the plot is so unfortunate?"

"Oh, of course not."

It's just a guess, but he just said it directly... This guy is really confident in his judgment.

"Oh, that's quite unexpected."

"..." I don't think this calm expression is worthy of this sentence.

"Well... time to go."

I felt a slight dizziness and knew the elevator had reached the first floor.

"OK..."

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

"Don't walk so fast."

"...Haven't you heard that time waits for no one?" Even though I said that, I still slowed down a little.

"It's still early, so it's okay to walk a little slower." She looked around, "Besides, I feel like I haven't seen the scenery this good lately."

"..." Of course I wouldn't see it if I stayed at home all the time, "Well, the environment here is really nice..."

If only I could afford to buy a house here someday. Well, it's impossible anyway.

"Then don't be so anxious."

"...How can you tell that I'm anxious?"

"Are you really not that anxious? But from what I've observed, you are indeed anxious about something. Isn't it because you are worried about Senior Sister Tongyou's health?"

"...Who knows."

Was I so obvious? Even this guy could see it.

"Well, let's not talk about this for now." She casually changed the subject.

"You're not going to tell me that?" The jump was too random.

"Well, because I haven't finished what I just said, it's about the comics we created."

"...Ha..." I no longer wanted to make any comments on this. Even if it was an interjection that would annoy people, I still had to respond slightly to avoid the embarrassment of remaining silent.

"Before that, I want to ask you something... What exactly is creation in your eyes?"

"Huh? Why are you asking me that? I'm not a writer or anything, how could I possibly know about this kind of thing?"

"So do you think I'm a writer?"

She suddenly asked the question with an obvious answer.

"...You, you. Do you really enjoy mocking others? You're obviously one of them, so why are you asking this on purpose?"

"If I were to be called the author of a book, I'd accept that. But when it comes to something like a writer, I think the term should be more rigorous... Well, when you think of writers, you'll definitely think of more than one famous figure who came to mind. Those who can reach that level can certainly be called writers, but there are probably very few who can do that in this day and age."

"...so what?"

I couldn't feel what she wanted to say at all.

"So, the perspective of most people in this era is like that of the gods in mythology who can see both the future and the past. They judge new things by looking to the classics of the past, but their own ignorance prevents them from understanding and predicting the future. After all, we are mortals, and imitating the gods is ridiculous to me. In my opinion, bystanders will never understand the feelings of those who are doing the real things."

"..."

"Actually, I've been observing you for a while now. After seeing you express this emotion, I had some suspicions, but I still didn't want to think about it from that perspective..." She paused and spoke speculatively, "But I asked you a lot of questions today. Although you didn't say much, you still helped me eliminate some options. So, to sum up..."

"..."

Impossible, this guy...

This person in front of me is the type who doesn't even try to understand other people's thoughts, so how could she possibly understand mine? Besides, our relationship isn't great... No, let's put that aside for now. I don't even know what I'm thinking, so how could she possibly understand?

"People develop feelings of superiority and inferiority because they make unnecessary comparisons with others. Well, I can kind of understand why this happens. It's normal to feel that way when you don't understand their background or their experiences."

"Hey..."

This guy...

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have compared yourself with us and felt frustrated, right?"

"Well..."

Too direct. Because the words were so blunt, I was momentarily at a loss for words. What kind of mood could this person in front of me be in to say such a thing... And what kind of thought process could have led her to think of something like me... Wait, thinking carefully about what she just said, the recurring words like "mortal" and "normal," the tone of voice that seemed to disregard me.

"Well, am I right?"

The slightly raised smug smile on her lips showed that she had already noticed my reaction and drawn a conclusion.

"You don't need to feel so burdened." She spread her hands. "After all, we are different."

I think I understand. This person... doesn't consider himself an ordinary person at all.

And I can't say anything about this because I am completely unremarkable, just one of the ordinary people she mentioned.

“…I see…”

"You're comparing yourself to the wrong person. You simply see what Xiaoting and I possess, but you've never considered how we acquired those qualities. That's why I say that comparison is pointless. There's nothing to compare. For example, if a normal person fights a martial artist, the outcome is undoubtedly unpredictable."

“…”

Yeah, I should have realized long ago that this situation was entirely my own fault. Perhaps the unhappiness I'm experiencing is simply wishful thinking... In their eyes, I'm barely even a rival.

"Although I don't really encourage you to randomly compare yourself to others, there is one thing I do appreciate."

"You don't have to comfort me..." After her words, I was inspired.

"You're wrong. I don't know how to comfort people. Don't be so self-indulgent." She responded coldly.

“…”

This guy is really annoying.

"So, everything I said is just my own subjective evaluation. Whether it's right or wrong depends on your own judgment. In short, I think the anxiety you feel probably stems from your inner unwillingness..."

My eyes seemed to be attracted to her and I couldn't help but meet hers.

"You must want to be like us."

Even so, summer vacation is still so leisurely

"No, I don't want to."

That's my answer.

Although I also want to be the center of attention and have some talent to show off, I definitely don't want to be like this guy in front of me.

"Ah, really?"

And she remained indifferent to what I said.

Chapter 14: Even so, summer vacation is still so leisurely

"Squeak-squeak-"

The chirping of cicadas outside the window and the hum of the air conditioner inside the room matched each other in a monotonous rhythm, devoid of any discernible rhythm. I had no idea what mode the air conditioner was on, but it blew a cool breeze with a steady rhythm. In this room, deprived of the clamor of the outside world, my mind and body simultaneously developed a sense of familiarity.

Maybe it's because every summer pretty much ends like this... My parents are away traveling, and I'm left alone at home, unwilling to run around. Lying in bed with nothing to do, I read a manga that never fails to resonate, and that monotonous sound echoes in my ears. It's so monotonous it makes me sleepy.

But now I always have a subtle feeling.

My situation now felt like a throwback to the ancient world where men farmed and women wove, with a clear division of labor... No, to be more precise, since my portion had already been completed, it was actually only Yehui who was working now. She was currently painting based on the final idea I provided, and since I had no knowledge of that kind of subject matter, I naturally couldn't help. And just now, when I was handing her something, I nearly knocked over the ink on the table, so Yehui reluctantly told me to stay away from the table for the time being.

...I didn't want this to happen.

Actually, it's not entirely my fault. After all, the injury on my hand won't heal in a short time. The slightest touch will cause pain, so it's normal for an accident to happen in such a situation. If anyone is to blame, blame the person who injured my palm... although I don't know who it was.

"Um..." I still tried to get closer to Ye Hui. After all, I was the host, and it was my duty to treat my guests well. "Do you need..."

"...No need...Oh."

Despite adding interjections, the coldness in the words was not reduced at all.

This is a bit too cold, completely different from the attitude when she cooked for me.

Well, I admit that I'm in the way, but I do have some experience with storyboards and dialogues, so as long as I'm careful and watch from somewhere else, there should be no problem.

"Um...can I just watch from the side?"

"..."

However, she did not respond.

Ah, it seems like he is angry.