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

Besides, compared to the sacred-sounding encounter with jam-smeared toast and steaming bun in mouth, it always feels a little less formal.

I passed the intersection without incident, not even a single person in sight, let alone a girl. The streets, still shrouded in darkness, were likely filled with only middle and high school students, reluctantly trudging along. If there were any students out there excitedly making their way to school in this weather, absorbing knowledge from books they weren't sure would be useful, eager to listen to teachings they had no real purpose and would never remember anyway, please introduce them to me.

If such people really existed, then I'd have the courage to seek out those who, from the outset, proclaimed their lack of interest in ordinary people. If there are those who single-mindedly follow the rules, then there must be those who wholeheartedly strive to be different. Even if this world doesn't have aliens, future beings, or superpowers, at least let me confirm that someone like Suzumiya Haruhi exists.

“…too much oil…”

I hadn't even finished half of it when the oil from the filling started to flow down the meat bun onto my hands. It wasn't sticky, but it still wasn't very pleasant. Even better, there wasn't anything around to wipe it off.

"Ah... trouble."

So, he stuffed the rest into his mouth, refusing it loudly while checking how much oil was on his hands.

"Let's wash up after school..."

Comforting myself in this way, I was relieved that my hands could not wear the gloves that had been kept warm in my pockets for a long time, and had to be exposed to the cold wind.

Eating breakfast is indeed good for your health. However, various unexpected factors can make eating breakfast a hassle. This is true of many things in the world: they make sense logically, but are difficult to implement.

So, the world might actually be as boring as depicted in various works. Otherwise, why would there be so many fantasy works? If reality were exciting enough, who would be obsessed with virtual things?

"...I really want to use God's Wrath and Destruction on all humans worldwide."

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Wants to destroy all living things (humans). They cannot be reborn.

Chapter 15: Bright and Dark

If someone declares to destroy the earth, I will definitely agree with him and stand on his side resolutely, using my only weapon of words to win over the so-called righteous partners to stand on my side.

As for the reason, of course, it's because I feel that today's society isn't as wonderful as I imagined. While it might not necessarily become better after destruction, at least I won't be struggling in a world I don't like.

"Ugh...it's so cold—"

I was surprised to find that the faucet, exposed to the sub-zero temperatures outside, could be turned on. Thanks to this, I was able to rinse my meat-grease-stained hands with water even cooler than the outside temperature. Then, my senses were completely numbed by the low temperature, and it was difficult to even register the action of flushing and tightening the faucet.

At this rate of temperature drop, snowfall on Christmas Eve is not impossible. But I don't want to touch those icy creatures again, or even see them drifting towards me.

Because I will think of many things.

If you think about a lot of past events, you will become a fool who indulges in the past, even if you were not smart from the beginning.

"Use this to dry your hands quickly, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable."

Suddenly, a pale blue handkerchief appeared from my field of vision. Slender fingers grasped one end of the hand and placed it in my red, frozen hand.

"...Thanks."

There was no reason to refuse. I'd rather accept someone's kindness than expose myself to the cold. I'd have to wash it and return it to her, but that was a matter for later.

"You're here really early."

For some reason, this was the first time I met Jiumuting in school in the morning.

"...same here."

It’s hard to say that I was woken up by the cold.

"Well, I'll take this home, wash it, and then return it to you." I folded the wet handkerchief and prepared to put it in my pocket.

"No, I'll just wash it myself when I get home...and it's not dirty." She took the handkerchief back and put it in her pocket. "No need to be so particular. I don't really care about the opposite sex."

"...Well."

This is the first time I know about this.

"Well, as a thank you," I said, pointing to the cafeteria, "at least let me buy you breakfast."

.........

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I ate on the way here, otherwise I wouldn't have to wash my hands." Holding the cheap milk tea sold by the school cafeteria, I blew bubbles to release the heat so that I could drink it as soon as possible, while thinking of topics to deal with Jiumuting's questions.

"Oh, I see."

"Um...."

From her perspective, I should be looking at her with my eyelids half-closed.

"Speaking of which, it's a bit unnatural to be seen eating."

Despite this, she didn't stop eating. It seems her statement of not caring about the opposite sex has some truth to it. The fact that she only smiled faintly at my gaze showed she didn't care about much.

"...Speaking of which, what types of works do you mostly create?" Let me ask the question first.

"...Huh? You mean the comics?"

"of course."

"To be honest, I haven't officially debuted as a manga artist yet. Also, I can't really write a story, so Xiaoya is responsible for the plot. You should be aware of that, right?"

"Hmm...ah." It seemed that she didn't care at all that she had to rely on Li Qinya. "So, you and Li Qinya had a great time working together."

"Well, because the story she came up with was very interesting... After reading it, I also wanted to turn it into a picture."

"...the so-called creative desire?"

I kind of understand her thinking. If I had a talent like hers, I could easily accomplish whatever I wanted.

"The desire to create is all hers. I'm not very good at making up stories..."

"So you just gave up on that... That's pretty good." I really appreciate that.

"What about you? Logically, you should be able to draw whatever you want."

"I can't draw." I had no idea what she was talking about. "How do you know I can draw it myself?"

"Ah... It's nothing. I just couldn't help but think that." She waved her hand quickly, "Please forget about it. I didn't mean to say that."

"...I didn't really care. But looking at your first comic, it seems to be a battle style. I didn't expect you to be able to do the action scenes so well."

"Huh? You've been paying attention." She couldn't help but laugh. "In order to draw that scene well, I spent a week watching related works, even watching a few special effects dramas."

"...You really are serious."

If it were me, I probably wouldn't do that.

"It's not like I'm serious about it... Anyway, time will pass if I'm idle. So I might as well do something that doesn't seem like I'm wasting my time. Drawing comics or something like that, as long as it creates value, it's not a waste of time."

"....is that so?"

"Yeah, so I envy Li Qinya for being able to take a leave of absence from school to pursue her creative work. But her life is already very valuable... Those things she wants to do are probably just to kill time~"

"..."

It turns out that this is how she views Li Qinya.

"By the way...actually, I'm still not sure where you're from." She didn't look like someone from China. "Are you mixed-race?"

"This kind of thing is clear at a glance, do we need to explain it?"

"...No, I'm just verifying my guess."

So it really is true... But even if it is confirmed, it doesn't seem to be of any help.

Let’s talk about the topic of love.

I reminded myself of this, but I had no idea how to approach a girl like this. And the topic we ended up discussing was still her relationship with another girl. I'm not some god who pulls strings between people; it's not that easy.

"Oh, right. Speaking of curiosity and verification... I actually have something I want to get verified with you."

"...Is that so? Then please ask." Anyway, it wouldn't be an explosive statement.

"What do you think about things like love, or do you have any experience with this kind of thing?"

"..."

So she was thinking the same thing as me?

意同

“People cannot imagine what does not exist in reality.”

This point should be mentioned in the ideological class, so I agree with what Jiumuting said. It's not that I succumb to someone's conclusion, but because this statement is pure fact and there is no room for rebuttal.

"So? What do you want to say?"

If I were asked to help her experience love, I'd immediately look up at the ceiling and yell, "I know I'm the protagonist in a novel—quickly give me a super ending!" If I weren't living in a light novel, how could such a lighthearted, romantic comedy-esque development be possible? After all, is love truly a comedy? Being infatuated with a girl out of nowhere is, to me, a complete tragedy.

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"Have the authors who write romance novels or draw similar comics experienced this personally?"

"Oh, that's what you want to ask..."

Fortunately, I didn't say that. Otherwise, I would have done something really shameful in front of everyone. However, if my fate really changed because of this, I wouldn't feel like I lost much.

"Well? Are you clear?"

"Actually, it's better to think about this kind of thing in a different way. For example, when writing about war, the author certainly won't have personally experienced war, but the reason they can write about it is, of course, to find reference materials. Whether it's previous novels on the same subject, documentaries, or similar movies, you can always get inspiration from them."

"That is to say..."

"As much as I hate to admit it, the authors of romantic comedies probably haven't had a proper romantic relationship. Even if they did, it wouldn't be as exciting as in novels. They're probably just the product of their own unique way of drawing on the material."

"...I see."

"But why are you asking this?" I didn't believe she was just asking casually.

"It's nothing. I just feel that Xiaoya's description of love in her novel... although there's nothing wrong with it, it always feels like something is missing. But after all, I don't know much about this kind of thing, so I can't really put my finger on it."

It was like being asked to answer a question with only a limited understanding. I could say a few words, but the more I asked, the more panicked I became.

"Oh... That's why I think, 'Maybe it has to be experienced before it becomes real?'"

"...You could say that. But Xiaoya probably isn't that interested in this kind of thing..." As if he knew her well, she smiled helplessly and finished the last of her meal. "Anyway, thank you for your hospitality."

"...You don't have to be so formal when saying thank you."

I don't know why, but words like this look good in a work, but if someone actually says this in real life, it seems too particular.

"Eh? So, what's wrong with being more formal?"

"Even though I don't mind...some people might think this is just posturing...well, just ignore it."

There are always some ideas that are close to "anti-intellectualism" that inexplicably resist such language. Their promotion and criticism attitudes are completely unreasonable, but such views can still gain the support of the majority.

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"Do people like this still exist? They criticize even such polite behavior?"

“Different people have different likes and dislikes. Just get used to it…” He said it so easily, but if he actually encountered it, he might not be so calm.

"But I won't get used to something that's wrong. If something that should be respected isn't respected, how can such a distorted view become popular?"

"..."

I used to think the same. But after seeing the distorted world, I wanted to adapt. This kind of thing can't be changed by one person, a few hundred people, or even a thousand people.

"Then you should work hard."

I don't want to argue with her about her personal views.

Besides, it’s almost time for class to start.

Chapter 16: Same Meaning

In the ten days leading up to the cultural exhibition, the teachers skillfully divided the self-study classes and courses unrelated to the regular classes, such as computer classes, art classes, and music classes, to make up for the impact of not being able to teach normally during the cultural exhibition.

Although most of the class expressed strong dissatisfaction with the gym being taken away, I happily accepted the decision. With the temperature outside freezing, the faucets were practically freezing, and there were still people clamoring to go out and exercise. They were simply idiots whose brains had turned to muscle. If that was the case, they could just go to the playground on their own and not bother someone like me who didn't want to go outside.

In short, out of Nan's intimidation, no one raised any objections. In fact, even if they had, the school wouldn't have cared, much less changed its decision. And no one was so ignorant as to make a big deal out of it. After all, as one of the few schools to hold a "cultural exhibition," if such protests led to its closure or reduction in duration, it wouldn't be something that could be resolved with a simple "apology." On a campus with so few entertainment options, no one wanted to be labeled an "eternal sinner."