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

There is no Shura field in my world

Chapter 7: There is no Shura Field in My World

Creation is a painful process.

The reason for this thought probably stems from my identity as a novelist. I never intended to write long stories, and being forced to write hundreds of millions of words is incredibly painful...absolutely painful. Without Xiaoye as my editor, I definitely wouldn't have been able to persevere.

But let’s put this aside for now. Creating with a purpose is no easier than creating without a purpose.

I've been staring at my notebook for half an hour now, and I can't write a single lyric.

I have the desire to create, but I just can't come up with anything concrete. This situation is extremely frustrating. Then I think about the fact that I promised to finish the lyrics by tomorrow afternoon, and I feel a surge of anxiety inside.

...........“Crack, snap~”............

He opened the carbonated drink and took a big gulp.

Freshly taken out of the refrigerator and with the unique taste of carbonated drinks, countless stimulation signals dance happily on the tongue along with the bubbles, and the originally sleepy nerves suddenly become clear.

"Huh..." He sighed unconsciously and walked back to the room with a still tired step.

Although I felt that staying up late when I had classes the next day was a dangerous behavior, the waves in my heart always urged me to write something.

Even a little bit is fine, I want to write something...

.........【Alarm tone】..........

"Hmm..." I opened my eyes in a daze and felt a little sore. Well, after all, I stayed up late and fell asleep without knowing when.

I yawned and found myself sitting at my desk. I felt a little cold, but I stretched myself and tried to cheer myself up.

Looking at the crumpled notebook on the table with a few lines of lyrics...

Is this all I got for lack of sleep and a cold night? It feels like it's not worth it.

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I don’t know if it was because this road, which I had walked countless times, had lost its novelty or because I stayed up late, but I yawned continuously on the way to school. The scenery in front of me became hazy, and the blurred vision made it inconvenient to walk, so I naturally raised my hands to rub the corners of my eyes.

Is it another day that has passed, or another day that has come?

..........classroom...........

When I sat down, a feeling of laziness instantly spread throughout my body, and I felt a tingling and comfortable feeling.

Although this state causes me to doze off while sitting in my seat, I don't mind it.

Well, as for the teacher, that's another matter.

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How much time does a person have in his life?

Look back at what you have done so far and see how many of them are meaningful. Then look forward to the future and see how much time you have left and how many things are waiting for you to do.

When I thought about it this way, I felt that I really didn’t have enough time, so I tried to find ways to extend the time I had available in a day.

Then, I discovered that sleep time can be used to do other things, because sleep only provides useless dreams and some "déjà vu" that has no scientific basis. Therefore, decisively giving up some sleep time to do things that you think are important is also a way to expand your life.

"Well, whether you stay up late or not is your own business. I can't control it." Brother Nan listened to me expressionlessly. "But I should take care of you sleeping during class. Besides, it doesn't help to save time, does it?"

"Well..."

If you insist on sticking to the main point, then I can't explain it any more.

"Are you busy with the cultural exhibition?"

"Ah..." I replied vaguely.

Because strictly speaking it should be considered as such, but it is not very important, so I can’t tell the truth.

"But the cultural exhibition won't be held until late December, and it's not even halfway through October yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"

“…” I was speechless and could only avoid Brother Nan’s gaze and look elsewhere.

"In short, stop sleeping in class. You're always the one making the mistake, and you keep giving the same excuses. It's annoying even to me."

“…” Speechless.

"By the way, since you like the cultural exhibition so much, you will be in charge of our class's activities this time."

"Ah?! How can this be possible!"

"Why not? Aren't you passionate about cultural exhibitions?" Brother Nan questioned me angrily.

"I have a bad personality and am not very good at getting along with others, let alone organizing the entire class. If you don't want to see the class in chaos, it's not too late to change your mind now."

"You're quite self-aware..." Brother Nan smiled. "Forget it then. Now go back and write a 2,000-word self-criticism."

"Oh..." I silently left the teacher's office and walked towards the classroom.

The self-criticism is only 2,000 words. You are underestimating me.

..........Noon break...........

"Take out your phone. I'll send you the MP3 file you asked for yesterday."

For the first time, Liu Yan turned around and spoke to me calmly.

"Okay." I agreed briefly and took out my cell phone. "Did your president say when to get the lyrics?" I asked casually.

"No, if you really can't write it now, it's okay to extend it for a few days." Liu Yan looked indifferent.

"Well, I've only written a paragraph. You can give it to them today and let them sing it and see if it makes sense." As I said that, I took out the rewritten lyrics and handed it to Liu Yan.

"Well, you are indeed a master." Liu Yan took the notebook in his hand without even looking at it, "I will let the president take a look now."

After saying that, he disappeared on the way to find his president.

As usual, the squad leader's call rang in my ears:

"No running in the corridors!"

However, that guy runs so fast, can the sound catch up with him?

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Lingcan came home early because of some household matters, so I can finally enjoy a moment of peace. It’s really a cause for celebration.

At this moment, I was dozing off on the soft sofa in the club when there was a knock on the door.

Because I was in a daze and couldn't open the door, Rinquanchuan put down the book and opened the door.

"Hello, is Yi Sheji in this club?"

Ye Hui's voice suddenly reached my ears, and then my consciousness suddenly became clear, just like taking a big sip of mustard mint carbonated drink.

"Yeah, he's here. Who are you?" Lin Quanchuan responded coldly.

"Ah, that's great! I thought it would take a long time to find someone, but I found him after searching through more than a dozen clubs." Ye Hui paused for a moment, then glanced into the activity room. Only after seeing me did he remember to answer Lin Quanchuan's question:

"I'm Ye Hui from Class 6, Grade 1. I'm friends with Yi Sheji. We agreed to go home together after school today. After I finished my own things, I couldn't find him, so I wondered if he had joined a club or something. And then I actually found him."

"Oh, congratulations," Lin Quanchuan responded coldly, then turned to me and said, "Now you can go back together."

President...his eyes look a little scary.

"Well...it's still early, why don't you let Yehui come in and have a seat?" I had to change the subject.

"Oh? No need. If you want to stay a little longer, I can go back by myself today." He was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, it's okay, come in and chat with us. You can also drink the tea made by our president himself."

"Wow..." Rinquanchuan made a sound, not sure whether it was angry or happy.

"Then... then I'll come in..."

As he spoke, Yehui had already entered our activity room. Rinquanchuan also returned to his original position.

Okay, time to think about something to talk about.

"Um...Yehui, didn't you join the club?"

"No, didn't I tell you that time? My classmates don't really like to paint with me."

"Yeah... I forgot, hahaha..."

As I said this, I glanced at Rinquanchuan and found that she was staring at me. When our eyes met, I could interpret her gaze as if asking me:

"What last time?"

I always feel a little unclear...

Well... it seems that letting Yehui in is not a good option... Fortunately, Lingcan is not around, so things won't get any further into trouble.

What a joy.

However, I deeply feel that this somewhat tense atmosphere needs a topic to adjust... But I don't know what to say. What if President Rin says something he shouldn't say... So after weighing the pros and cons, I decided to wait for them to bring up the topic first.

"Oh, that's amazing, it's really delicious," Ye Hui exclaimed in surprise, then turned to Lin Quanchuan, "President, you are so amazing, the tea you brew is delicious." He smiled after saying that.

Lin Quanchuan was a little overwhelmed by this sudden praise and smile. He was stunned for a moment before replying "Thank you." A slight blush appeared on his face.

It seems that Rinquanchuan is still not used to interacting with strangers, especially such a girl who is completely defenseless against people.

"Come to think of it, I don't even know your name."

"Hmm..." Rinquanchuan actually showed a shy expression, was silent for a moment, and then looked towards me.

...Well, okay, I'll introduce you.

"Ah...this is our president Rin, his full name is Rin Izumikawa." He gave a brief introduction.

"Oh...I see." Ye Hui nodded, "Thank you for your hospitality, Rinquanchuan-san."

“...Um...nothing...nothing..." Lin Quanchuan lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Ye Hui's expression, and his voice became very low, almost inaudible.

This won't do... She actually became shy after being praised. However, it seems that I can use Yehui to help Rinquanchuan adapt to how to interact with strangers.

"Hey, President Rin, you two seem to be getting along so well...why don't we go out for a meal or something to improve our relationship..."

Ah...Rinquanchuan's gaze turned here, why did his gaze suddenly become fierce...

"Oh my," she began, her voice returning to its normal state, "will you treat me?"

I was wondering what to say... The answer to this question must be:

"of course."

Events are usually unresolved

Chapter 8: Events are usually unresolved

But less than a minute after suggesting we go out for dinner together, I realized a very serious problem.

"So where are we going?"

Yehui and Linquanchuan asked me at the same time.

How should I answer...

I vaguely remember someone who wasn't particularly famous saying something like this:

"There's nothing in the world that can't be solved with a barbecue. If there is, two barbecues will do."

Well... although this sentence can be used as a reference for me who has no idea about the dinner location, but for me who is somewhat skeptical even of famous quotes, this unscientific and even nonsensical statement cannot convince me at all.

Besides, girls generally don’t like to eat greasy food, right?

Then the key question came. Although I had already suggested going out for dinner, I only just realized that I had no plans and was in an awkward situation.

In short, if you see a boy walking on the street with two very beautiful girls, even if one of them can be explained as a sister, then one of them must be a girlfriend.

That's right, people's judgment is so simple and clear. If a high school boy and girl are walking close to each other on the street and talking, they must be dating.

Although I don't particularly care about these views and subjective assumptions, it is definitely not my intention to hold a gathering that is inadvertently full of ambiguity.

I just happened to remember that I didn't complete Rin Hanekawa's commission well during the last training session, so I wanted to change the way Rin Hanekawa interacts with strangers through Yehui's arrival this time.

But I chose to promote their friendship through the common method of having dinner together...but I don't know where to find a suitable place to have dinner together...