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

"How unreasonable..."

Hey, Master Ling, you need to control your emotions... Tsk, I told you not to come...

"Damn it! I will punish you in the name of Troyana!"

"Wow...this is so scary..." Rinquanchuan continued with an expressionless taunt.

Although I don't know why this happened, my intuition tells me that I must not interfere here.

So I sat on the sofa where I was supposed to sit and picked up the cup of tea.

"Take this, you mortal who blasphemes the chief singer of the Troiana Iling Cantos!"

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"That's too much!"

With tears in her eyes, Lingcan shouted to Rinquanchuan who still had an indifferent expression.

"You actually have a physique that's immune to magic?! Damn it... Is that why you dare to challenge me... No wonder you always have such a calm expression."

No, she usually has this expression...

"I won't accept it, I won't accept it! I won't admit defeat, I must defeat you!" After saying that, he did not forget to make a sign gesture pointing at Linquanchuan.

"Oh yes, you're welcome anytime."

Rinquanchuan responded without looking up from his book.

"Then I will join the club and challenge you every day until the day I defeat you!"

"I disagree!"

I stood up excitedly and raised my objection.

This is the only place where I can stay in peace. If you join us, it will definitely be extremely lively. I will never let anyone destroy the silence and tranquility here!

"Shut up! Useless Knight, you're not the president, so please shut up about that useless mouth of yours that exudes such a useless vibe all the time, okay?"

You actually called me a useless knight. Is it really okay to call me that?...Okay, okay, I'm a useless guy and I'll shut up. But even if I don't say anything, Rinquanchuan will definitely not agree. You are still too young.

"Oh my, you want to challenge me? Interesting." Rinquanchuan paused thoughtfully and said:

"I agreed."

Hahaha, look, little Aya-san, I told you that Rinquanchuan definitely wouldn't... Oh? Do you agree?

"Huh? Why...ah? Not...after all..."

I was incoherent because I couldn't accept this fact for a moment.

"Since someone wants to challenge me, wouldn't it be cowardly to refuse?"

Rinzenkawa looked at me and answered.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I actually saw fighting spirit in her eyes.

Ah... okay, whatever you want.

But if this happens, my peaceful time after school will probably be gone...

That's cause for celebration...but that's not the case!

Being guided to take the first step

Chapter 4: Being Guided to Take the First Step

"Secret technique! Calgario's quadruple jump!"

Lingcan said these words full of middle school second-year humor with a happy expression on his face.

Isn't it just a game of checkers? Why get so excited...

"Oh..." I sighed, and quietly looked at Lingcan and Rinquanchuan who were playing chess, while also missing the quiet time that had passed.

Ever since Lingcan joined our tea ceremony club yesterday, she has been saying that although she is no match for Rinquanchuan in terms of magic, she will crush him in terms of intelligence. However... looking at her smug face a second ago and her frown now, you can tell that she is still superior to Rinquanchuan in terms of IQ.

Just as I was drinking tea and admiring Ling Shen's embarrassment, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

The two of them who were fighting fiercely... well, strictly speaking, there was only one of them, because Rinquanchuan felt no pressure at all and still dealt with Ayano's attack with a straight face.

But despite this, they definitely wouldn't open the door, so I had to come.

After opening the door, the senior appeared in front of me. When he saw it was me, he said to me happily:

"Ah, it's Sheji. I just happened to have something to talk to you about."

"Are you going to see a show again?"

I couldn't help but think of what happened the last time my senior invited me to a performance.

"No, actually, I want you to help write a script." The senior handed me a book and said, "The script should be based on the twenty-third chapter of the third chapter of this book..."

Isn't this... the novel I wrote? Senior, how much do you like this book?

"Wait, senior, I haven't agreed to help you yet, and why did you choose me?" Faced with the senior's sudden request, I couldn't help but raise my own questions.

"Because I trust you," the senior smiled, "and you know this novel very well, so I'm sure you can help me."

Uh...what's with this strange trust? I never said I was a trustworthy person, right? And I don't want to do something like writing a script, which sounds troublesome.

"Well, can I refuse?" I asked tentatively.

"Hmm..." The senior was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, and then said to me:

"Yeah, simply adapting someone else's work isn't a good idea..."

Wait, why is the conversation assuming I agreed?

"No, I mean I don't want to write a script, Senior."

"Hmm? Why?" The senior actually showed a puzzled expression, and it seemed that he really thought I had agreed to him.

"If you ask why... I don't really have a specific reason. Maybe I just find it troublesome..." I felt a little embarrassed when I said this and couldn't help scratching my cheek.

"Is that so? Well, if you change your mind, you can come and discuss it with me again." He turned and left. "See you next time."

"Yeah, bye." I said and closed the door.

"Who was that just now?" Ling Can asked me.

"He's just a senior in the second year. I don't know what he's thinking, but he wants me to help write the script this time."

"Why don't you just write it? Isn't he your senior?"

Don't act so nonchalant... Putting aside my experience, just being in charge of the script carries the risk of criticism. While I trust my seniors, I can't rule out the possibility that they're deliberately putting the onus on someone like me, someone unrelated to the project, to shoulder the responsibility.

Although I think so in my heart, I will definitely not say it out loud.

"I think it will be very troublesome, and I have other activities to do during the week."

"Activities? What other activities can you, a loser, do besides playing games and sleeping?" Ling Can looked at me with contempt.

Hey, don't take it out on me just because your chess skills are crushed.

"Oh, senior, is he preparing for the cultural exhibition?" Rinquanchuan said as if talking to himself.

"Huh? Is it like that where every club has to join and come up with a unique project?"

Just thinking about it makes me feel troubled.

"Well, not only that, each class also has to decorate the classroom and receive students from other schools or residents around the students' parents," Rinquanchuan added.

"Ah... well, it seems that not agreeing to it was the right decision."

Otherwise it will be even more troublesome.

...........the next day............

[06:38] "Sheji, have you changed your mind?"

[07:21] "Sheji, have you changed your mind?"

[08:05] "Sheji, have you changed your mind?"

[09:33] "State..."

"Senior... why are you so obsessed? Why don't you tell me?" I was catching up on my sleep during the break and I really couldn't stand my senior's questioning.

"Of course it's because I need you."

"...What do you need me for?"

"Of course, to create great literature and art!"

Then please finish what you are saying... There are quite a few girls in the class who are extremely filthy. It wouldn't be surprising if they took this as a proposal...

"So why do you have to ask me for help? You can also ask someone in the same grade or a senior from the previous year for help."

"That's not the case. I think you are very suitable for literary creation. Just treat it as practice and help me write a little bit?" The senior's words were so sincere that I couldn't bear to refuse.

"Oh..." I sighed, "Okay, then I will..."

"Thank you very much." After saying this, the senior placed a book on my desk and left quickly as if he was afraid that I would regret it.

The script... I stretched lazily, took out the manuscript paper, and then picked up the pen habitually.

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In order to minimize the time spent on script writing, I decided to do this great artistic creation during class.

Because the afternoon was almost entirely dedicated to self-study, and my thoughts flowed smoothly, I wrote several scenes in one go.

When the setting sun turned the world outside the window into black and orange, I finally threw the pen that I was holding hot on the table in exhaustion.

He rubbed his sore fingers, looked at the empty classroom, picked up the textbooks on the table, and prepared to go to the club.

Of course, with an unfinished script.

.........Social Activity Room..........

"Take it! A full-force throw under Troyana's protection! Appear, six o'clock!"

It was so cool to hear Aya-chan's embarrassing, second-year dialogue as soon as I walked in.

Then I heard a "clattering" sound, and I turned my gaze to the dice curiously, and then saw that the dice gradually stabilized and showed the side of [four].

Hehe... Troyana's Asylum...

"Hey, Good-for-Nothing Knight, what were you writing this afternoon while hunched over your seat? Wasn't it a script?"

It seems that Ling San asked me this to divert the attention of Rinsenkawa and me... Well, after all, he said that line.

"Yeah..." I sighed and sat down, "I still have to continue writing, so don't make too much noise while playing." As I said that, I put the manuscript paper on the coffee table.

"Wait, let me take a look first."

As Ling Can said this, he put away the Monopoly and snatched the manuscript paper from my hand.

Isn't it just that you can't beat Rinsenchuan? Is there any need to escape reality like this? How naive.

"How is it? If you don't understand, just give it back to me."

However, Lingcan seemed to be attracted and ignored me, but continued to watch.

"I can't continue writing like this..."

I said to her after waiting for nearly five minutes.

"When will it be finished? Can I take a look at it first?" Ling Can asked me excitedly.

"Well, why don't you go watch their performance? Wouldn't that spoil the whole thing?"

"This story is amazing! No wonder you said you were a knight walking in the shadows, it turns out the prototype came from here!" Ling Can said, glancing at the novel on the table. Although I also wrote it.

"Well, actually, most of it is original... but it's really hard to write."

"Oh my, if this keeps going on, he won't be a useless knight anymore. He'll be a useless knight who can write scripts."

A calm finishing blow from Linquanchuan.

"Huh..." I didn't know how to respond.

...At night, in my room...