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

What impressed me most was that since I entered the second grade of elementary school, my parents no longer sent me to school.

No matter it was windy, rainy or snowy, they refused to get up before eight o'clock to take me to school.

Seeing other classmates being picked up and dropped off by their parents, and some even being picked up and dropped off by cars, my young mind should have been overshadowed, and I would have seriously doubted whether I was their biological child, but this thought never occurred to me.

The reason is my dad.

Unlike most families, my mom is responsible for earning money at the company to support the family, while my dad is the househusband.

Although it is very common now, this behavior would be called "living off a woman" more than ten years ago... Well, I think it should still be called that now.

I have the impression that my father likes reading and also likes to reason with me.

"A true man walks his own path."

It was this sentence that made me insist on walking home without any complaints.

She never restricted me in terms of entertainment, and sometimes even played with me, and then got scolded by my mother together with me.

They were said to be father and son... but now they seem more like friends, and now they can even be called brothers.

My mother is not tall, but she is very capable at work and is very proactive... Fortunately, I did not inherit this trait.

She has strict requirements for my studies, but my father has an "open policy" towards me, so we are the ones she often manages.

The sudden power outage of the Famicom while I was playing must have been my mom's fault.

In terms of my education, the two are in completely different directions.

However, the two of them have a tacit understanding of each other's occasional off-line behavior.

They are also quite skilled at teasing me. Every time I think about this, I wonder: Why don’t you do crosstalk?

Occasionally, there are times when the three of us have a tacit understanding.

I saw someone on TV saying that they should let their parents be their children in the next life, raise them and repay their parents for their upbringing.

When my parents heard this, their reaction was the same as mine. They said: That's too much.

"We gave birth to you and raised you just to see you grow up. Whether you repay our kindness or not is your own business."

So they said.

They won’t say that I’m sorry for their hard work because of my poor grades, they won’t say that I’m disobedient and unfilial because of my occasional backtalk, and they won’t say that I don’t know how to be grateful.

In short, if I were to say what my greatest luck in life is, it would definitely be being born into this family.

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

When I was preparing to boil water to make instant noodles and wanted to see what drinks were in the refrigerator, I suddenly found a plate wrapped in plastic wrap.

There was a note on it:

"Stop eating junk food like instant noodles and try the food I made today~

妈”

It was followed by a "Dad" written in a different color pen.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that it was a blessing not to be able to see the fate that had already been determined.

Character prototype file 1

I want to talk about character creation.

In fact, some of the characters are based on people I know in real life.

The prototype of Liu Yan is actually someone I know in real life, and his personality and behavior are similar to those described in this novel.

But there is one thing I didn’t mention. In fact, some of Yi Sheji’s inspiration also came from him.

When he and I first met, our relationship was just about playing around and playing games together. At the time, I just thought he was quite humorous and his conversation was interesting.

But after spending some time together, I found that he was not as cheerful and lively as he appeared to be.

During one study session, he, contrary to his usual style, said a lot of sensible things to me. Unfortunately, I was so shocked and thought he was joking that I didn't remember what he said. However, my impression of him changed from a lively guy to a sometimes gloomy one. Later, I was more or less influenced by him and fell into his shadow.

As for the parents mentioned in this update, most of them are actually true... My parents basically never picked me up from school, but I am independent enough and even like to go to school alone.

My dad really likes reading, and most of the books I read when I was a child were from his collection.

My love for literature probably started under the influence of my father. Speaking of this, I really have to thank my father.

My mom is indeed a strict mother...but that was when I was a kid. After I grew up, she rarely cared about me. I don't know if it's because I was obedient...

Regarding Brother Nan, this person actually has a real prototype. He was a Chinese teacher in my junior high school. He was indeed pretty and worked diligently, but he already had a daughter who was the same age as me... I feel inexplicably melancholy when I think of this.

But I never saw him again after I transferred to another school, and most of the Chinese teachers I met afterwards were men...which is really a cause for celebration.

Well, I’ll introduce the prototypes of the remaining characters next time I have the chance.

Character Prototype File 2

Character Prototype File 2

Following the previous file, I think I should also focus on introducing Brother Nan’s prototype.

Some people may think that Nan-ge is similar to Mr. Hiratsuka from "Oregairu". But that's not the case.

I first encountered the prototype of Nan when I was in the first year of middle school, and I started watching Oregairu two years later. When I saw Hiratsuka, I felt a sense of familiarity with her, probably because our personalities are somewhat similar.

However, the teacher who taught me didn't smoke and already had a daughter...and was in the same class as me, but he looked so young.

Unlike in the novel, the prototype of Brother Nan would not push things onto me, because I was not the class monitor or anything, but it was true that I was punished to run laps.

When the classes were divided in the second year of junior high, I was not assigned to her class. The next time we met, it was because I was called to the office for punishment. She happened to see me. I thought she would not remember me, but as she walked past me, she said as if talking to herself:

"How did this child become like this..."

He must be a little disappointed in me.

I hadn't done anything wrong, though. I'd just been doodling on my textbook during class and my homeroom teacher had caught me. Well, whatever. So, that was the end of my relationship with that teacher.

About Senior Sun Hao.

This person also exists, and I use his real name, but he is not my senior, but a classmate. This guy is a special existence to me.

We were in the same class as that guy in the fifth grade, but I didn't have much contact with him at that time and I don't even remember what he looked like.

One day, after my painting was praised by the art teacher, this guy painted a painting with the same subject as mine, and... his painting was better than mine. Although he didn't show off, the classmates around him admired his painting skills, and I seemed to be an insignificant figure in the class.

So my initial impression of him was not very good. After graduating from the sixth grade, we went to the same junior high school. Probably because we didn’t know many classmates, we chose to sit at the same table.

Incidentally, that guy was a very good student, usually ranked first or second in our class, and ranked in the top 20 in our grade. My English struggles meant I was ranked in the teens, not even in our grade. But that didn't stop us from exchanging comics.

Drawing comics is our common hobby, and that's why my initial impression of him changed.

And I was surprised to find that our homes were actually very close, less than 200 meters away in a straight line.

So in the first year of junior high school, we often talked about comics... Don't get me wrong, we were not otakus at that time, and we didn't even know what the two-dimensional world was. We just exchanged comic techniques and drew the stories we wanted to draw.

I've drawn dozens of stories alone... but my drawing skills are still no match for his. I guess it has to do with his personality; he always comes across as serious, yet he's also quite humorous when we talk. Aside from his emotional intelligence, he doesn't seem like someone on my level.

But the time we spent together soon came to an end. In the second grade, we were divided into different classes. He and I were not in the same class, and his class was exactly the class that the prototype of Brother Nan taught...

But it didn't stop us from going home together after school, even though his class finished thirty minutes later than ours.

While waiting for him, I would look at the clouds in the sky, and it was at that time that I would think carefully about some things.

A year later, I was told I had to transfer schools because of my academic performance.

When I told him the news, I didn't look at his expression and spoke in a very relaxed tone. But now thinking back, I feel really heavy-hearted, because several girls I like (don't ask me why there are several) and this guy who can only be called a friend are here, so of course I don't want to leave.

"Can I not leave?" he asked me.

I answered no.

"why?"

I replied that it was because of my studies.

"Just work hard."

I didn't say anything, because there are things in the world that cannot be achieved no matter how hard you try. After all, I can't be as serious as him, nor can I change the established facts. No matter how sad I feel, separation is inevitable.

So, he and I were in different schools. But luckily, we could see each other on Saturdays, Sundays and holidays.

Later, when he was in high school, he went to a school in another city because of his excellent grades. The chances of meeting him were few and far between, and whenever I thought of him, I would always feel a little melancholy.

About Yehui's prototype.

The prototype of Yehui is my deskmate after I transferred to another school.

She is a very good top student and she looks good too, but what attracts me most is her voice, which is very nice and she can enter the voice acting industry.

But I didn't have any special feelings for her at that time. I studied hard when I should, ate when I should, and asked her questions when I should.

By the way, I was the class monitor at that time.

She always called me "class monitor"...so much so that for a long time afterwards, whenever I heard the word "class monitor", I thought she was calling me.

She was good at English... or in other subjects. She was very enthusiastic in teaching me English, so my English was pretty good in junior high school (let's not talk about it now).

Then, when we changed seats, I chose a seat further back and didn't sit next to her. I guess we had been sitting together for too long, so I wanted to find a new tablemate... who was also a girl.

When I was packing up, I accidentally found her staring at me. When my eyes met hers, she smiled and said to me: "Goodbye, deskmate."

I wasn't called monitor...

About the prototype of Ling Jiayin.

This is a continuation of the previous prototype. After I swapped positions with the prototype of Ye Hui, the new deskmate was the prototype of Ling Jiayin.

At that time, I thought this girl was pretty good-looking. If I hadn’t found out after chatting for a while that she had a boyfriend who was a gangster...why would I have insisted on sitting next to her!

There was no point in regretting it anymore, so I had to listen to this guy talk about his rebellious behavior while taking a break from studying...but buying her a drink was voluntary.

Although she has a boyfriend who is not doing his job properly, her academic performance is better than mine... Really... I find that my deskmate is always better than me.

So our relationship was limited to being deskmates...Now you understand the gap between art and reality, right?

........【Note】.........

Saturday afternoon.

After having a good time outside, I walked towards home along the familiar gravel road, humming the melody that came into my head.

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in the shop next to me.

I suddenly felt excited and didn't even know whether I should go up and say hello.

At this moment, he turned around and saw me inadvertently, and waved at me with a smile.

"Long time no see, how are you?"

"I thought you had forgotten me."

I said with a smile to Sun Hao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Then there were some simple conversations, and then everyone returned to their own homes.

【During the winter vacation of 2016】

Going shopping with my parents is a very tiring thing. I followed my parents listlessly, looking at the shops next to us.

The couple walking towards them looked familiar... As they thought about this, the familiar figure followed them.

this is not...

I thought so, and as I passed him, I patted his shoulder. Then I walked forward silently, took a few steps, and when I looked back, I found that he was also looking at me.

But he had a puzzled look on his face.

...It seems that you don’t remember me.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go." Dad urged me and glanced behind me, "Hey, isn't that Sun..."