Super Dimensional Injustice Exchange Group

However, I did not stand in the darkness, but always stood in the light.

I was standing on the shore, saw him drowning, heard his cries for help, and reached out my hand to him. In the end, he dragged me into the water, stepped my head into the water, and said that I was not a good friend.

When you are drowning, you need salvation.

I am not a saint, I cannot win everyone's favor, even if I have done so much, he may still hate me and dislike me. I am just an ordinary person.

It is possible that he will forget about it after a few years and continue to live happily, but I may have to remember it for several years, ten to twenty years, thirty to forty years. These years do not mean that I will forget it, but the years I may live and suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

During this time, I was able to always remember that it was she who did something unkind to our friendship and then let me suffer. Like a water ghost, I was looking for a substitute.

Remember, my last bit of humanity was killed under the pretext of being friends and family.

But I don’t want him to remember this kind of thing. I hope he can live a good life and forget about me and this matter.

As long as he doesn't come back to me seven years later like my first love did and say how I had wronged him. That would be a mockery to me.

It is enough for one person to be sad. Even if you are sad, what is the point of leaving the sadness alone without doing anything to make up for it? What is the point of letting two people's hearts be hurt, letting the wound rot, and then complaining about it? So I hope he can forget about this kind of thing.

I have never chosen to escape. The person who doesn't listen to me and can't see what I do is another person.

I was mending the wall and she was tearing it down.

Even if you find me in the end and say sorry to me, it won't change anything.

If hating me can make my life better, I would rather he hate me.

But will that really make you happy?

It is up to him to choose whether to continue to immerse himself in his own world, hurting the people around him again and again, or to come out into the real world and cherish the people around him.

If he chooses the latter, I will also give him some advice, such as calling me when he comes to Ningbo. Tell people who know me or him that he doesn't use his brain when he speaks or acts. If he wants to say sorry, he shouldn't say it to me, but to someone else.

I went to Guangdong hoping that he would live a good life, and wanted to leave him the pendant that I had always worn. He didn't see me, and then I wanted to give the pendant to my first love who came back to disturb me seven years later, but my first love didn't accept it either, and finally sent it to Qingliu.

This is the thought I leave for my friends. I will not return to the Internet until my shadow is cleared.

Now I am even afraid of the word friend. I said that before the shadow is removed, unless a miracle happens and he truly repents, it will never be removed.

So the pendant is just a thought.

If anyone who knows me wants to save it, please contact Qingliu.

But I know myself, it's only going to get worse.

If I can find you, I hope it will be sooner, because in a few years, I will not forget, I will just die. My physical condition is getting worse day by day, and I may be terminally ill in a few years.

Just like my first love, after seven years, he came back to me with a good life. I had lost half my life because of knowing him, and then he came to me and said that he had found a girlfriend and his life was so good. What else could that be but a mockery?

If there is any hatred or grudge between us, then why are you messing with me?

But to be honest, I still can't kidnap him and make him forget me or something like I did before. I don't like to force others now. As long as others don't burn me, I won't say much. So he doesn't know that the things I said to him were all said to prevent him from burning me and affecting me.

If he really comes to me, I will ask him to sacrifice himself. Because that is the only solution that can get me out of the shadow. The person who tied the bell must untie it. Other things, no matter what you do, can't solve the problem, such as money. Can money solve the problem? If so, there would be no such thing as terminal illness in this world.

Why am I so hung up on this? Because this is the agreement we made after we met.

Things he promised but couldn't do.

But if I say too much, people will think I am using this matter to pressure him.

Just like now, I will tell him that he can actually find my mobile phone number by looking through the mailbox. He will just think that I have a plan for him. He doesn't know that I am just leaving him a way out. I don't like to force others, so no matter who it is, I will not let the other party lose face. I will leave a way out.

Then he thought I was forcing him. He didn't think that if he really did it, both of us would feel better. We can go longer if we need it, just like I don't mind being his punching bag. If I still don't ask for anything like before, I will be stabbed in the back again.

What we should be afraid of is not anger, rage, or insults, but calmness. When a teacher gives up on a student and doesn't care about him, that's what we should be afraid of. Just like me now, I'm not angry, but just writing these things tiredly.

But this matter cannot be brought up. There are many things in the world that change their meaning once they are spoken out. Things that are not in line with expectations and reality.

For example, people talk about friendship and love, and think that love can help them get through difficulties together, but in the end, they still have to make ends meet. Long-distance relationships cannot always rely on love to get through difficulties together.

Dreams and reality are two different things.

Seven years ago, I felt that dreams could overcome everything. I didn’t write for money at that time. I also said that I didn’t write for money. Some people said that I would understand the importance of money in a few years. Now, I do know it.

So now I pay more attention to practicality. For example, he said that I was not being friendly by doing this, and I said that I was doing this because I was his friend. He didn't believe it, so we both felt sad. Now I say that if we really did it once, we would both feel relieved, but he still might not believe it.

But did I press his head to make him believe it? No. I just gave him an excuse to avoid it, to stop him from thinking about it. When he thought about it, from the very beginning, who was wronging whom?

Give him an excuse so that he can escape. He thinks I have improper thoughts about him or something.

But I know that the reason I asked him to wear the head shell is not because I like the face of the newt more, but because he doesn't like taking pictures of his face and he is also interested in wearing the head shell.

If he wants to hate me, it doesn't matter. I just hope he won't do anything irresponsible because of his hatred for me. To this day, I still treat him as a family member. However, he just feels that he doesn't need me as a family member.

Because I lose interest due to being stimulated, I now have to spend five or six hours writing 3 words every day, and there is no guarantee that I will be passionate about what I write. I can only try my best. It may take less time as time goes by, but it will be difficult to produce. Before I met him, I typed words per hour every day. I could write up to words a day.

Because I wrote a lot of chapters about things other than the work, the word count has expanded rapidly, and there is a lot of irrelevant content, so I decided to change the word count to 20, while the cwm version is 12, of which nearly 3 words are irrelevant, and the remaining words are compensation for everyone. I also said that when it comes to novels, the content of the work should be considered, not the pity.

Normal updates will begin tomorrow, Monday.

Just like before, I posted the interlude to explain the reason for my arrangement. After that, I may have to mention that someone almost killed me every time I start a book, without reading the book reviews and interlude posts. I am not playing pity. I don't want to play pity. It's just like I have been considering whether to write this book. If I am short of money, I will publish a few more books to eat full attendance, and everyone can just eat melons and read the books. If I want to play pity, I will say other things, but here I just talked about some content related to the future works. For example, why I update slowly, why I am not sure about the character setting, and why I don't read the book and interlude posts.

I should have felt aggrieved when I wrote those things, and I did feel aggrieved. But when I wrote them, I didn't feel aggrieved at all, I just felt very tired.

I don't want to be a good person anymore. It doesn't mean I have made up my mind to do something bad.

I just had to close my eyes and cover my ears. Like most people.

I am self-indulgent, self-pitying, and self-touching. But if I stop being self-touching, I won't be the one who breaks through.

I have always wanted to be a human being, a good person, and to preserve my only humanity. But later I found that it seems that only without humanity can one be a normal person.

Chapter 43: Hope Cultivation Program

"It doesn't matter, you mean?" Yukizome Chisa said puzzledly.

"Because now I don't need to care about anyone's face anymore. I just need to live the way I want." Hinata Hajime brought Yukizome Chisa to the park where he and Nanami often went.

"Won't this be troublesome to you? Will it cause you trouble or something?" Yukizome Chisa said still embarrassedly.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter to me. There is no one in this world who can threaten my life now. They won't want to deal with me. Although it will be a bit troublesome to clean up the pests at that time." Hinata Hajime replied.

"Is that so... So, that plan...?"

"It has nothing to do with that plan. I gained the power of a demon."

"Nanami-san, that's what I said..." Yukizome Chisa felt a little embarrassed. She thought Hinata Hajime was a little bit second-year student. "Can you tell me about that plan?"

She didn't want to dwell on what was happening with Hinata anymore, and instead focused on the plan.

"The Hope Cultivation Plan, also known as the Kamizuru Izuru Plan, is a plan named after the founder of this academy. Its principle is to input the research data of various talents over the years into the experimental subjects through craniotomy, so that the experimental subjects can artificially possess all the super high school level talents.

“Therefore, the experimental subjects called it a super high school level hope.

"After inputting the memories and data, the original test subject's personality will be overwritten, and a new personality will be born, named Kamizuru Izuru.

“My family is not well-off, so I should not have been able to enroll in Hope’s Peak Academy.

"But the school allowed me to enroll for free in exchange for becoming a test subject for the Hope Cultivation Program. If things had gone according to plan, I should have decided this week whether or not to become a test subject.

"But I don't need it now."

"The academy is secretly conducting prohibited human experiments!? And you, Hinata-kun..."

"Don't worry, I'm no longer a test subject. I now have talents of my own. And this is all I know," Hinata Hajime replied.

"But even though you don't have to participate in the God's Throne Project anymore, such a plan won't just be scrapped. The academy's top brass will definitely continue to do this kind of thing." Yukizome Chisa considered, "Can you tell me why Hinata-san was chosen?"

"If what I expected is correct, first, you must be passionate about acquiring talent. You must have a deeper desire for this academy than anyone else.

“Second, I am mediocre in all aspects, but good at some aspects.

"This is me in the past. I know a little bit about everything, but I'm not good at anything. I look up at the mountain of super high school level above me."

"Hinata-kun..." Looking at Hinata's departing back, Yukizome Chisa felt a little melancholy. Then, she suddenly discovered that the water in the fountain next to Hinata did not seem to reflect Hinata's figure, because Hinata had short brown hair, and the boy reflected in the water was a boy with long, ink-black hair.

Because the time was short and it was just a fleeting glimpse, Yukizome Chisa even suspected that she was hallucinating, but her talent as a super high school-level maid made her confident that she was definitely not seeing things.

"Hey, Teacher Xuezome has gone to the preparatory department, and Baizhi is on indefinite leave of absence. Now there is nothing to do all day except studying." Someone in the classroom complained, causing everyone to look at him.

Then, a steady sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor, and everyone looked towards the door, expecting that figure to appear.

But when they saw that the person who came in was not the same female figure as before, they all began to sigh.

Instead, two girls cried out in surprise after seeing that figure.

"Hinata-san, why are you here at the headquarters?" The person who said this was not Nanami, who was closer to Hinata, but Koizumi Mahiru. According to school rules, preparatory subjects should not come to the headquarters.

"Hinata-san..." Nanami was also very worried. Chisa Yukizome did not tell them that Nizo was beaten by Hinata.

"Teacher Yukizome asked me to come and check on you from time to time," Hinata Hajime said. "She asked me to tell you that you are all very good kids. She will be back in the preparatory department after staying there for a while. You don't have to worry about her. She is not dead. She is in the preparatory department. I can come and pass on her messages every day."

"Is that so? That would make me feel much better."

"Classmate, may I ask who you are?" A very showy fat man in chef's uniform took out a comb and combed his hair.

When Hinata came in, everyone thought that he was a substitute teacher replacing Teacher Yukizome, because Hinata was wearing formal clothes. Although students in preparatory subjects also wore formal clothes, people in preparatory subjects were not allowed to enter the main campus. In addition, Hinata exuded a strong aura, making it hard for people to think that he was an ordinary student.

But just now, Nanami and Koizumi recognized Hinata and revealed his identity as a preparatory subject, which aroused everyone's interest.

Everyone looked at Hinata Hajime with curiosity, scrutiny, or enthusiasm, but the only thing missing was the contemptuous, mocking look.

Maybe that guy didn't know the situation, and if he was there, he would look at him like this?

When they were looking at Hinata, Hinata was also looking at them. He sighed in his heart that they were indeed people with super high school level talents. Whether it was hair color, body shape, or clothing style, they were very different from ordinary people like him. No wonder these super high school level people were different from ordinary people.

She is a girl who looks relatively normal among these people, but her aura is stronger than others.

The one who complained before was a student with purple hair and shark teeth.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Hinata Hajime, a student of the preparatory course, Hinata Hajime, and I am currently Nanami-san's boyfriend. Please take care of me in the future."

"Boyfriend...boyfriend or something..." The one who couldn't accept this sentence was not Nanami herself, but everyone except Nanami.

"Nanami-san actually has a boyfriend or something."

"The class monitor actually has a boyfriend."

"Should I give you a blessing in this case?"

"Will we need to attend the wedding then?"

"Please let me take care of the wedding banquet."

The classroom was suddenly in chaos, and everyone present was surprised at what Nanami was like.

"Nanami-san, have you really reached that stage?" Koizumi Mahiru asked shyly. She felt that the others were moving too fast. Maybe Nanami herself hadn't agreed yet.

Chapter 44: The One Who Spends a Lifetime with Me

"Yes, Hinata-san is my boyfriend." Nanami replied innocently, "What's wrong with that?"

"…I'm really defeated by you. Do you really know what a boyfriend is?"

"I know. The partner I decided to spend my life with."

"How can you be so calm?!"

"What else? Isn't this something that was destined to happen? Why are you shouting excitedly about something like this?" Nanami raised the game console in her hand.

"Then please introduce yourselves. Let me get to know you too." Hinata Hajime said.

He felt relieved that they didn't look down on him because of his status as a preparatory student. He really could ignore the looks of these people, but if Nanami's friends could understand and bless them, he would feel more relaxed.

"Nanami, Qianqiu Nanami."

"Nanami-san, you don't need to introduce yourself." Koizumi looked like he was really defeated by these two people. "Koizumi Mahiru, a super high school level photographer, everyone knows this."

"Hanamura Teruki, a super high school chef." This was the fat guy from before. He was the one who said that the banquet was organized. "Please stay here for lunch today."

"Sonia Nevaman, the super high school level princess." This is the girl who looks a little ordinary compared to others, but has a very imposing aura.

"Zouyoutian Heichi. A super high school level mechanical engineer." The purple-haired shark-tooth pointed at himself and said.

"Sin...Sin Mikan." A weak girl said timidly, not daring to look at Hinata.

"I say, Zui Mu, your voice is too soft. Your mosquito-like voice will only sting people." This is a petite girl wearing a kimono and having twin ponytails, who covered her mouth and teased Zui Mu.

"Yes...I'm sorry." Zui Mu replied.