There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

"No, no, I wasn't waiting for you on purpose. Don't be so conceited. I just fell asleep accidentally, so..."

The girl seemed to be deliberately hiding something. She picked up a handful of shredded pork with green peppers and put them into the bowl. Then she lowered her head and stuffed the food into her mouth along with white rice. During this time, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve as if to deceive herself.

Suddenly, Lingyin's cheeks puffed up cutely like a hamster.

She mumbled and asked vaguely, "Is it about the new team members?"

Kitahara Sora nodded gently, picked up a piece of golden saury skin, put it in his mouth and explained: "I went to Tokyo this morning to deal with the new team member. She is in Tokyo Private Fengzhiqi High School. She is the same age as you, both 16 years old and first grade."

"Same as me, her?"

The pronunciation of male and female expressions in Japanese is different, so when Kitahara Sora said "she", Suzune instantly realized that the new team member was also a girl.

"Yes, her name is Kato Megumi. I was lucky enough to make it through the last game alive. Today's training is all about her, so I forgot the time."

"So that's it."

The heat of the disappearance of Kitahara Sora and five other people last month has just faded, and a school in Tokyo has started to cause trouble again. The previous incident did not last long, so it did not attract the attention of the police.

"We were lucky this time. The observer only selected two people from our plane, so it didn't cause too much trouble."

In this era of rapid information development, the smallest matter can become known to the whole country, and major media outlets can even report on such trivial matters as an old lady's cat going missing to grab traffic.

If the police solve a homicide case, it can attract national attention, but in fact ordinary people who are bombarded with all kinds of information may have already become accustomed to it. They just have more topics to talk about after dinner.

Maybe the last time it was just because Yukinoshita Yukino was among the missing people that caused such a big fuss. The kidnapping and disappearance of the eldest daughter of a certain group in Chiba City is definitely more interesting and exciting than someone dying somewhere or a murder happening there.

After all, in capitalist countries, ordinary people living at the bottom of society with no hope of rising up prefer to hear news about the misfortunes of those whom they will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

They may even feel gloating deep in their hearts. They may think that it is really gratifying for the young ladies at the top of society to encounter such things. They deserve to be retaliated against for occupying the best resources in the world and enjoying the best material things.

This is why the "humiliation" books are so popular in this country. They are eager to see the high and mighty, arrogant, domineering, pure and innocent white lotus, princess, and queen being insulted by the filthiest beggars and bandits.

YY watched pairs of filthy black hands leaving fingerprints on their holy white legs.

They can only satisfy their inner vulgar and ridiculous desires through YY, imagining the disparity between them and those who can only look up to them after being defiled.

In fact, tens of thousands of people go missing in Japan every year. Most of them commit suicide by fleeing to remote mountainous areas, or are eaten by bears in forests. There has been no social unrest or anything like that.

It’s just that this matter happened to be at the center of the storm, so Kitahara Sora and Yukino had to deal with it.

"Actually, it's quite pitiful."

"Anyone who is chosen will be pitiful." Kitahara Sora took a sip of soup and asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to hear what happened in the last game?"

"Eh?"

Lingyin asked in surprise: "Is it possible?"

"It's okay. If Lingyin wants to know something, as long as you ask, I will tell you everything. It's just a little scary."

Kitahara Suzune thought about it, and finally shook her head gently: "Forget it, wait until you are completely out of that world, and then tell me."

Kitahara Sora nodded. Suzune was actually a very timid child. She was curious about this matter but didn't want to take the initiative to find out. Her only wish was to live a good life with her parents' expectations.

Thinking of this, Kitahara Sora seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "Lingyin, you can join the club again. Didn't you learn painting? Why don't you join the art club?"

Kitahara Sora's words suddenly made Lingyin stunned again, as if her scars had been ruthlessly opened, and her mood became depressed again.

She was lost in distant memories. She loved drawing when she was a child.

Because she once said in a childish tone that she hoped to depict all her good memories on drawing paper, so when she was in elementary school, the birthday gift she received from her parents was a set of drawing tools.

Lingyin also joined the painting class and was very active in studying every weekend. She liked painting and also liked seeing her parents praise her for her beautiful paintings.

But she hasn't touched her drawing board since her parents left, and the tools thrown in the utility room have probably accumulated a thick layer of dust.

She is not actually a person who likes to act like a spoiled child.

There are many independent and strong children in this world, but there are few who are bullied all day long. She is bullied by bad boys outside and her brother also bullies her at home.

Going forward is hell, going backward is still hell, in short, there is no hope.

So based on this premise, in her world, only the memories of her deceased parents are the most precious.

Only her deceased parents were her only spiritual support, because when her parents were alive, those annoying people and annoying things did not exist. Being bullied? She would never even think about it.

So for her, painting is a bloody scar, because every time she thinks of painting, she will think of her parents.

Or she deliberately avoids hobbies or other things that can relax herself. In her long-term gloomy life, she doesn't have the leisure time to be elegant. Maybe sitting in a daze is the best way to relieve stress.

Even during the weekends, I do housework, do homework, watch TV when I'm bored, or walk around.

But now, all the people who had exploited her for several years at school have gone to see God, and the parasite at home who had exploited her has also disappeared from the world.

It has only been a week, but the new life feels like a dream to Kitahara Suzune. The classmates in the school are kind and the teachers are strict but also have warm kindness and care.

And she has made new friends.

But picking up the paintbrush again...

"I, still..."

"This world can't always be full of warmth, nor will tragedy last forever. It all depends on how you want to live."

Kitahara Sora's voice brought Lingyin's thoughts back to reality: "People always have to look forward. After entering that world, I also looked forward positively. If I were like you, I would have died a long time ago. Then you would not be able to see me. Those five scumbags would still bully you and blackmail you. I guess you can't hold on for much longer."

Lingyin lowered her head slightly. She really couldn't hold on for much longer. She thought about committing suicide countless times, but she didn't have the courage to die. Living was also a torment.

In some ways, Japan's law on the protection of minors is actually just a "trainee certificate" for criminal reserve.

"Hui is the same age as you. I went too far today. The training almost drove her crazy. When she came out, she almost lost herself. Her first thought when she saw me was to kill me. When she saw her parents and other close relatives, she even subconsciously imagined them lying in a pool of blood or being dismembered and torn into pieces."

"That's my world. It tears apart humanity. It's so cruel. But she had to do this to survive. The reason she almost became a pervert was because I asked her to kill people. She killed a lot of people. In total, there were tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. I don't know the exact number."

"It's actually a trial similar to a fantasy, but whether those people are imaginary or real, I can't give a clear definition myself."

Lingyin widened her eyes and covered her mouth involuntarily. Kitahara Sora's powerful words made her mind suddenly go blank, and a mushroom cloud like a nuclear explosion appeared with a bang.

"She was just a high school girl like you two days ago, but if she wants to survive, she must make herself stronger, but her dream is just to live a stable life."

Beiyuan Kong wiped his mouth slowly. He finished eating. Although it became a table of cold dishes, it tasted really good. His sister actually said that it would be more perfect if there was no sugar in the stir-fried pork with green pepper.

"I even think her ideal is just to find the 'right' person in her life to accompany her for the rest of her life. Maybe her dream is just to be a 'full-time housewife'."

"She is willing to drive herself crazy for this dream that cannot be simpler. What about you? Lingyin, as your brother, I think you are actually great. You are better than many girls of the same age."

"So I think you should come out of the shadows. The sun is where you belong." Kitahara Sora stood up, walked around to Lingyin, and gently touched her head, with a hint of brotherly doting in his tone.

"You are different from me, Yukino, and Kei. You can choose to stand in the sun because the shadows have faded."

"The me in the past almost destroyed you, but isn't destruction also a kind of rebirth? Just keep the sun in your heart forever, so..."

He bent down and mischievously made a funny grimace on the girl's cute face.

"If picking up the paintbrush again reminds you of your parents, shouldn't you face it bravely? Let your parents return to the drawing paper instead of the unchanged photos. Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing for them to hug you again on your drawing paper and be together with you again?"

“If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and salted fish?”

“Ouch~ Ouch~ It hurts!”

Kitahara Suzune struggled hard, but those hands were just pinching her face tightly. Suzune glared at Kitahara Sora angrily and gasped heavily.

My face has been pinched red!

She looked at Kitahara Sora angrily as he put the plates and other items on the dining table into the kitchen. Although she still had an expression of being unable to suppress her anger, she couldn't help laughing.

Even if destruction leads to rebirth, will the sun remain in my heart forever?

Is it telling me that no matter what happens, I should keep a little passion in my heart, just like Kato-san whom I have never met?

She probably kept a little passion in her heart so that she didn't lose herself.

Any bad thing will pass, just like I no longer feel so desperate that I want to leave this world.

Lingyin slowly lowered her head and looked at her long and slender hands.

Record the beautiful things and let your parents live on the drawing paper?

It’s so troublesome. I have to start from the most basic again.

But I have time now.

Chapter 10: Too miserable

Walking on the bustling streets of Akihabara, looking at the anime billboards all over the world and all kinds of cute two-dimensional girls, Kitahara Sora looked a little dazed.

Except that all his teammates were training seriously, Kitahara Sora didn't know why he came to Tokyo again. He took the light rail alone to this "strange" place.

Today is the weekend, and actually I originally wanted to go shopping with Lingyin, but she made a new friend, even though it's only been a few days, but I can't refuse an invitation when someone calls me. Although judging from Lingyin's hesitant attitude, she might want to go shopping with me rather than her new friend.

But how long can I stay with her? Although her recognition is my luck, I may not be able to stay with her forever. In fact, she has been lonely for too long. Just like what I said to Xueno, humans are social animals.

In fact, I don’t feel like training today. The observers have given the players seven days of rest, so at least I can relax my mind. I feel too tired.

So, somehow I got on the light rail and came to Akihabara Anime Street, the holy land of the two-dimensional world.

In fact, before my family encountered misfortune in my previous life, I was full of yearning for this place. A long time ago, I told myself that I must go to Akihabara, the "other world" in reality, once in my lifetime.

Ever since my family encountered misfortune, I would occasionally think of this place. When hatred filled my body and mind and I felt suffocated, only games and animations could temporarily numb me and prevent me from collapsing.

The second dimension is so beautiful, with beautiful girls and a healing and warm world. What is your wish?

That was a long time ago. When you are successful in your career, you can find a beautiful wife and live a happy and ordinary life. It would be even better if she can be as considerate and tolerant as the girls in the two-dimensional world.

I came here once half a year ago. I was confused at that time and didn’t take a serious look around. When I came here again, I was still full of confusion.

Is it to fulfill a dream that I come here again?

Can we leave that world? The Observer said, yes, but he cannot tell me the method yet. He wants the players to become stronger and stronger until they reach his expectations.

On the huge billboard above his head, a bald man in yellow tights clenched his fists, his eyes sharp and determined, and the red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind like an unyielding flag.

Echizen Ryoma held the tennis racket horizontally, his baseball cap covering half of his face. In one of his eyes under the brim of the hat, there was a gleam of light that frightened his opponents.

The brown-haired girl held a euphonium as big as her upper body, puffing up her cute face, her expression brimming with confidence.

I think you all have faith like me, that’s great.

At least what you hold on to in your hearts is much simpler than mine.

Shaking his head helplessly, Beiyuan Kong walked silently on the crowded street with an empty mind. He didn't want to think about anything now, so he just regarded it as laziness.

He saw a comic book store, which he had been to half a year ago, when he didn't know that this was the world of "Oregairu". He found the "famous" light novel here and thought he had come to the "world of the stranger heroine".

Until later, he had an unpleasant encounter with Yukino.

I walked over again as if possessed, and found a girl sitting in front of the comic book store with her knees hugged.

The girl was wearing a white dress and a white headband on her head. Her plump thighs were wrapped in seductive black stockings.

If you see her in other scenes, this girl must be the brightest star in the sky, because she is very beautiful, very beautiful, and her whole face gives people the feeling of being cold but with a charm that captivates the soul.

It would have been true if her captivating, vixen-like pupils were not so dim and full of despair at that moment.

She gives people a very contradictory feeling. She has a charming and attractive appearance, but her temperament reveals the pride of a chaste saint. She is like the evil witch in fantasy novels, who looks dissolute and unruly on the surface, but is pure like a white lotus in her heart.

It would be true if she didn't look like a puppet with a lost soul at this moment.

Compared with her, Yukino is actually on par with her in terms of appearance, but how can an ordinary person compare to the spellcaster's temperament that transcends ordinary people?

Beiyuan Kong ignored her. There were so many beautiful girls around. He just felt that she was pitiful and thought she must have suffered some kind of blow.

But it was strange that the boss didn't chase her away when such a grown person just stood at the door like an abandoned dog, so blatantly disturbing other people's business.

This... a lucky cat?

After passing the girl, Kitahara Sora saw several men in plaid shirts with backpacks reading in the store, and the boss was also busy.

“Excuse me, has this book finally been taken off the shelves?”

The middle-aged boss was stunned. He looked at the stack of light novels in his arms, then quickly glanced at the girl squatting at the door. After several seconds, he shifted his gaze to Kitahara Sora's face.

"May I ask you are……"

"An ordinary guest."

After listening to Kitahara Sora's reply without any tone, the boss took at least five seconds to make sure that this handsome high school student was not taking advantage of his misfortune, but his attitude still did not show enthusiasm.

"Would you like to purchase this light novel?"

"I bought the first volume half a year ago, and endured the discomfort to read to the end. Suddenly I thought it was actually quite good. I happened to pass by here today so I came in to take a look."

"This one……"

The middle-aged boss's expression finally improved a little, and his kind eyes revealed a dilemma. He looked at the back behind the glass at the door again and couldn't help but sigh. At least he had to abide by the basic ethics of the store.