There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

Yukinoshita looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka calmly, then nodded her head, "In fact, my own problems are much more serious than his, and I have even considered seeing a psychologist recently. Although I understand Mr. Hiratsuka's difficulties, I don't think a student can solve my problems for me."

She smiled softly, "Although it may hurt to say it directly, Mr. Hiratsuka, I don't think a life teacher can solve serious psychological problems. Because this is not in line with your expertise. The collision of two problem students is not actually a solution to the problem, is it?"

"Eh?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned for a moment, and then a # symbol appeared on her forehead. Maybe if Yukinoshita was a boy, she would not be able to help but use her iron fist of justice!

"I hate boys... How can I find the cause if I don't try to get in touch with them?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's mouth twitched, and she said almost through gritted teeth: "I have to try, right? Besides, maybe you two will have some common topics?"

"Are we your experiments?"

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at the boy with twinkling eyes and asked softly, "Hikigaya-san, what do you think?"

"I...eh? You know my name?"

"It does not matter."

Yukinoshita shook her head slowly. "The important thing is that Mr. Hiratsuka now thinks we have something in common. What do you think? Do you want us to heal each other, or do you reject Mr. Hiratsuka's well-intentioned but somewhat self-righteous behavior?"

opinionated?

Hikigaya opened his eyes and tried to turn his head carefully to observe Hiratsuka teacher's expression, but before he saw her face, he was frightened by an inexplicable murderous aura.

Who is this woman? Why does she dare to speak to Mr. Hirazuka like that?

He mustered up his courage and was about to speak when she continued, "But I don't think we have a common topic. It's just that Hikigaya-san has a theory that I agree with."

Yukinoshita looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was on the verge of exploding, and said with an apologetic smile: "Hiratsuka-sensei, Hikigaya-san, let's chat for a while."

After saying this, she stuffed her classical reading material into the bag at her feet, then stood up, pulled two chairs from the back of the classroom and placed them two meters away from her.

"Please take a seat."

After the two confused people sat down, he continued, "I am the daughter of a Chiba County councillor, the second daughter of the Yukinoshita Group, the kind of real eldest daughter that only exists in anime, and a flower of the mountain that is out of reach for ordinary people."

"Eh?"

Hearing the other party's self-explosive speech, Hikigaya was stunned again, and his emotions were surging like a raging sea. No wonder she dared to talk to Mr. Hiratsuka like this, it turned out that she was from the largest consortium in Chiba Prefecture...

But even if that's the case, what does this inexplicable statement mean? Showing off? It doesn't seem like it!

"And then?" Hiratsuka Shizuka crossed her legs. "The Yukinoshita I know is respectful to teachers and elegant. She is not the kind of person who would use her status to bully ordinary people."

"That's right. I have never used my family background to bully anyone, and I respect every teacher from the bottom of my heart. I am just an ordinary student in school, and even my classmates think that Yukinoshita is just a person with the same name."

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled gently, "I am approachable, humble and polite, but I keep a distance from everyone. My classmates can talk to me and say hello, but almost no one can really become friends with me."

"There are many boys in my class who admire me, but they don't dare to confess to me because of my aura. I don't know what they are thinking in their hearts, but I know that it is my fake mask that creates a sense of distance between me and ordinary people."

After these words were spoken, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes gradually became serious.

No one noticed that Yukinoshita was wearing a mask, only she noticed it.

She had talked to this girl alone several times, but after each chat, the serious and responsible teacher felt more and more the seriousness of the matter, which was why she was given special attention.

And today, she actually said this directly? It turns out that Yukinoshita has always known about her psychological problems?

"A false mask?"

Bimitani Hachiman put aside his other thoughts and began to examine the girl carefully. She seemed... very strange.

"Yes, it's not out of self-protection, because I am very happy, but deep down inside, I have a very strange feeling."

Yukinoshita looked at the two and said softly, "I feel like my life is like a beautiful dream. Although it is beautiful, it is all fake."

"What do you mean by fake?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned deeply, her intuition told her that today might be the most critical moment to untie the girl's knot?

While thinking deeply, the responsible teacher subconsciously reached into the pocket of his white coat, but as soon as he touched the things inside, he suddenly realized that this was not an office.

“You can smoke.”

The girl smiled and said, "It's past school time now, and I don't hate the smell of cigarettes."

"You can't be here even if you don't hate it!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka glared at the girl in annoyance, "Go on, I feel like you have something you want to tell me."

"I don't want to tell Hiratsuka-sensei, but I want to use this opportunity to relieve myself. As long as the person can respond, it doesn't matter if they are strangers. Because I have a feeling that if I suppress it in my heart, my psychological problems will really get worse."

"Oh..." Hikigaya's ahoge shook, and he said, "We are a tree hole."

"You can leave, Hikigaya-san. I just need someone to answer to."

Faced with this gentle and merciless response, the boy curled his lips but did not lift his buttocks at all.

Are you kidding? If I stand up first, will Mr. Hiratsuka let me go?

"Hiratsuka-sensei, everyone knows Yukinoshita Yukino, a strange girl who is easy to get along with but has no friends. But they don't think, why am I so easy to get along with but have no friends? Isn't this very strange?"

"It's you who doesn't want to make friends and has been rejecting girls who approach you!" said Shizuka Hiratsuka unhappily.

"That's why I handled everything very well. Even if they were rejected, they thought it was their own fault. Therefore, I was not given an iceberg or any other weird nickname, nor was I isolated and bullied."

"The reason why I have a good personality is that I have a warm family and grew up surrounded by love. As for why I don't accept anyone, it's because I actually think everything is fake."

Seeing the two people's puzzled expressions, she continued, "I have a strange feeling. I think I should be a weird girl with a weird personality, who says one thing and means another. Everyone should hate me. I think my life seems fake."

"Is this what's bothering you?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka said in a deep voice: "Imagination, or..."

"Imagination?"

The girl looked at the two of them, shook her head and smiled: "I don't know if it counts, but..."

But I suddenly felt a sense of rejection, as if I didn't want to talk to them anymore. What kind of feeling is that? A kind of pride.

Is it a weird sense of superiority to protect oneself? These irrelevant people don't seem to be worthy of knowing the secrets in one's heart?

But why is he not worthy? Excluding Hikigaya, isn't the responsible Hiratsuka-sensei always respected by me?

It's very strange, but I can't tell what's strange about it.

It’s just imagination…is it really imagination?

She suddenly remembered a sad topic circulating on the Internet, the summer vacation that would never end, the blue Doraemon that accompanied the cowardly boy, the magical treasure bag... That boys' comic must have ended.

What is the true ending?

When the 10-year-old protagonist opened his eyes one day, what he saw was not the familiar ceiling and the familiar room, but the cold hospital room. In reality, there was no Doraemon's energetic morning or complaints, no beautiful Shizuka, and no Fat Tiger who often bullied him.

Everything is the imagination of an autistic boy named Nobita Nobi.

Where did I see this tragic literature? On the Internet? Which Internet? It seems that there is no boy's comic called "Doraemon" in this world.

After a brief thought, Yukinoshita Yukino came back to her senses.

Facing the two listeners who were waiting for her to continue speaking, she did not reveal her secret. Instead, she smiled apologetically and changed the subject calmly, "There is a question that has been bothering me. It probably belongs to the category of science fiction, but it is also inextricably linked to philosophy."

She paused and added, "Mr. Hiratsuka, Mr. Hikigaya, tell me... where is a person's memory stored in the brain? If your souls traveled through time, would you still be you?"

"Memory? Traveling through time?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka repeated these two words blankly. Whether it was science or philosophy, they touched upon her blind spots in knowledge.

So she turned her gaze to Hitoshi Hachiman, but there was a hint of threat in her pleading eyes.

Feeling threatened, the boy opened his mouth and squeezed out a 'gu' sound from his throat.

That embarrassed look seemed to be saying that for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

By the way, do all the young ladies from wealthy families have such profound troubles? He just wanted to be a full-time housewife after graduation, but because of this reason, he was labeled as having a twisted personality by the teacher, and was dragged to such an occasion. It was really unlucky.

But the boy was a kind-hearted man after all. When he noticed a hint of worry between the brows of the beautiful girl in front of him, he felt his whole heart tremble.

She needed help and I wanted to help her.

Just when the boy made up his mind and began to think seriously about this philosophical question, Yukinoshita spoke again.

She said softly, "There is no memory center in the human brain, let alone a place to store memories. Memory is not a specific substance at all, but a connection pattern of the entire cerebral cortex ganglia."

"If you copy all of someone else's memories into your own brain, the consequence is likely that you will become that person from then on."

The girl stopped talking, but she didn't say half of the sentence. She was only seventeen years old, but she felt like she had experienced two lives. This life was happy, but the previous life was very sad, and her memory was very vague and hazy.

"..."

"..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka and Hikigaya looked at each other subconsciously. The impatient teacher finally felt a little irritated. She took a deep breath to adjust her mood and asked in a gentle tone: "What exactly do you want to say? What is troubling you? You give me the feeling that you are almost suicidal. If you have any questions, please tell me. Or do I need to notify your parents?"

"Suicidal?"

The girl was amused by the teacher's worried look. Her pretty eyes showed a hint of suppressed laughter. "Is it because I often daydream alone that Mr. Hiratsuka is worried?"

"Don't worry, I'm very happy and I won't do anything stupid like that. It's just..."

She didn't seem to want to continue the conversation, she sighed helplessly and slowly stood up. The girl looked down at the teacher and classmates, and her tone became a little colder.

"It turns out that no one can have common topics with me. In fact, if you answer with one word, Hikigaya-san, I will chat with you for a few more words."

"One word?"

"Yes, one word."

Yukinoshita nodded. "The brain in a vat hypothesis, this is the question that has always bothered me... Haven't you heard of this term? Because few people pay attention to these scientific issues unless they are truly passionate about them."

Hiratsuka Shizuya stood up, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that people who really have common topics need to have at least the same level of knowledge reserves. At least the other person should be able to answer what I want to say, although this is the most basic requirement."

Hikigaya opened his mouth when he heard this, but was interrupted by the girl shaking her head. "Actually, this is just an excuse for me to refuse. If I reject you from the bottom of my heart, I will find another excuse to refuse even if we have a common topic. I don't need your pity, Hikigaya-san, because I am not pitiful."

Yukinoshita saw that the other person wanted to help her, but that desire was simply out of kindness in his heart. He was actually a warm-hearted person.

But for some reason, she disliked the word "kindness", and for some reason, she also disliked the boy in front of her.

Yukinoshita Yukino lives a happy life. She has no worries about food and clothing and does not need to worry about the future.

Living in a big family, but not bound by family interests. My elder sister took on the burden of the family's future, and I can fully enjoy the happiness that comes with being born.

The mother told herself very clearly that she would not become a victim of interests and had the power to choose everything. This was her right as a daughter.

Whether in the past or the future, Yukinoshita Yukino is very happy, but this happiness makes her feel a little uneasy.

She seemed to have forgotten something, just like when the setting sun shone on the pages of the book just now, she only remembered the part illuminated by the sun, but forgot the part in the shadow.

Yukinoshita picked up the schoolbag at her feet, gave Hiratsuka Shizuka and Hikigaya an apologetic smile, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about this request. From now on, the Service Club will be disbanded."

Chapter 14 It's dark, I'll take you home

Accompanied by the charming sunset, the girl is walking home with her schoolbag.

She left the quiet campus area, passed the bustling shopping street, crossed the overpass and came to the pedestrian street. Although it was past six o'clock, there were still groups of high school students passing by her on the street.

The girls had just finished singing karaoke, and the boys were walking out of the game hall or comic book store, each of them with a hint of satisfaction or reluctance on their face.

Suddenly, a soft moan made Yukino stop. She turned her head to look at the narrow gap between the buildings. After a moment of confusion, she walked into the dark alley.

Soon, Yukino found the source of the sound. Five little cuties in a cardboard box at her feet were stretching their necks and making cute "meow meow meow" sounds.

"Abandoned here?"

The girl's eyes flickered, and she hesitated for a few seconds before slowly squatting down. While she stretched out her hand towards the kittens, she couldn't help but let out a "meow~" sound.

However, before the girl's hand touched them, the little cuties shrank into a ball, trembling as if they had seen something terrible. This instinctive reaction also froze the girl's hand in mid-air.

Her flickering eyes returned to clarity, and her calm tone was mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"It seems you don't like me..."

Xueno took her hand back and stroked her chin to think. If it was abandoned, it shouldn't be placed in such a secluded place. If it was a wild cat, the mother cat should have gone out to look for food and left not long ago.

Xueno thought about it, stood up without any regrets, and turned to leave. Because they were born by stray cats, it was impossible for all the kittens in this litter to survive, but she had no intention of adopting them, nor was she interested in finding reliable owners for them.

After walking out of the small corner, the girl subconsciously raised her head and her eyes were attracted to the street opposite again.

It was a dessert shop that I frequented often. I remember that when I was in elementary school, I didn’t have much pocket money, but I would save 500 yen every week and sneak in there on my days off to order a dessert.

Although it has been renovated and the store sign is no longer the same as before, it is still a dessert shop after all these years.

Yukino thought for a moment, then took out her cell phone and sent a message home.

The girl arrived at the dessert shop and was about to push the door, but suddenly felt something was missing. After looking left and right, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly and she walked towards the vending machine.