I won't be a loser.

"It's been so long, and he hasn't come home yet. This can't be true..."

After removing the plastic wrap from the vegetables, Ma Fuuokana thought about the two people who left the restaurant in the afternoon. The face of Kento and the sly smile of Machida Sonoko appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

After peeling the onion, Mari Fukaoka picked up the kitchen knife and looked down at the onion on the chopping board. She slowly cut it into thin strips and put it on a plate beside her. She washed her hands and picked up the red ginger. She cut it into thin strips like the onion and put it together with the onion.

"So, beef with scallions and ginger is for dinner tonight?"

Thinking about dinner, Mari Fukaoka was silent for a moment, and decided to contact Sonoko Machida. She didn't know whether she would come back tonight. If not, she would not prepare her share.

Of course, she still hopes that the other party will go home early tonight. They are already adults. If something happens between an adult like Machida Sonoko and a high school boy like Miyamizu Kento, from a moral point of view, she thinks Machida Sonoko should be condemned.

She stayed at Kento's house and met his girlfriend. She also didn't want Kento's innocent love in high school to be influenced by bad adults because of Machida Sonoko.

"Well, something has to be done."

Thinking of this, Mari Fukaoka took out her cell phone and called Machida Sonoko.

"Hey?"

"Hmm, um? Mari?"

"What are you doing?"

Hearing something wrong, Mari Fukaoka's expression suddenly froze, her face flushed with embarrassment, and at the same time, she gritted her teeth in anger and asked the woman on the other end of the phone angrily.

"Woo-woo?"

"......"

After hanging up the phone, Mari Fukaoka stood in the house in silence for a long time, staring at the green onions and ginger in front of her, not knowing how to describe her feelings at the moment.

Gritting her teeth, she sullenly washed the beef and began to prepare dinner - dinner for herself!

Sitting in the living room at night, shaking a glass of red wine, Mari Fukaoka should have been enjoying the long-awaited holiday, but at the moment, she was feeling a little subtly unhappy. She stared at the TV in front of her, watching the evening program, and couldn't calm down.

"You haven't come back yet?"

I glanced at the clock beside me and it was already 8:37 in the evening.

It's almost nine o'clock. After a while, if he doesn't come back by nine o'clock, she thinks she can go back to her room to rest. Machida Sonoko probably won't be back until tomorrow morning.

After taking a sip of red wine and looking at the TV program in front of her, Mari Fukaoka felt a little depressed and didn't know why she felt this way.

The voice of her conversation with Machida Sonoko was still ringing in her mind, echoing clearly in her head. She didn't know when she would be able to completely forget these voices. If she continued, she felt that she would become dirty.

Ding-dong-

The sudden ringing of the bell made Mari Kazeoka, who had been waiting for an entire afternoon, stand up hurriedly. She even forgot to put down the red wine glass in her hand. She only noticed the red wine glass in her hand when she reached the door.

After a brief hesitation, looking at the wine glass in her hand, Mari Fukaoka casually placed it on the shoe cabinet beside her and opened the door in front of her.

"Well--"

The wise man covered Machida Sonoko's mouth, held her, and looked at Fuukoka Mari in front of him.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"Just ahead, there."

Pointing in the direction of the bathroom, he saw the boy carrying Machida Sonoko into the bathroom. After the door was closed, as he approached the bathroom, he heard the continuous vomiting sounds.

The detailed sounds were unbearable to hear, and Mari Fukaoka, who had no idea what had happened to Machida Sonoko, stood at the bathroom door, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked to another bathroom. She took a clean towel from the bathroom, soaked it in warm water, and when she returned to the bathroom door, she saw Kento who had helped Machida Sonoko out.

"Is this what she is?"

"We drank quite a bit of alcohol at the izakaya."

"..."

After helping Machida Sonoko to the sofa and letting her lie down, he placed a cushion on her and put a towel on her face. Kento felt relieved, while Mari Fukaoka looked at the drunk Machida Sonoko and felt a little confused.

"Since I've already sent her back, I should go back too. If I'm any later, the subway will probably be gone."

"Won't you take a break?"

"No rest."

After politely declining Mari Fukazaki's kindness, Kento said goodbye and left, leaving Mari Fukazaki standing in the living room, watching Kento leave, feeling a little weird.

There was silence in the living room for a moment, and Machida Sonoko, who was lying on the sofa, slowly sat up.

"Can't you even keep someone here?"

"You're not drunk?"

"Every time you drink with me, isn't it always you who gets drunk?"

Machida Sonoko slowly stood up, poured herself a glass of water, slowly exhaled, and her face became a little redder.

"But, I did drink a bit too much. I rarely drink that much normally."

Looking back at Mari Kazeoka who was standing beside her, and seeing her casual clothes, Machida Sonoko couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. She walked around Mari Kazeoka and showed a very disappointed expression.

"what happened?"

"If it was pajamas, he might have stayed when I tried to persuade him to stay."

"what?"

Looking at Mari Kazeoka who seemed to be still pretending to be stupid, Machida Sonoko did not point it out to her. She sat quietly on the sofa and drank two more sips of water in the cup.

"It was indeed a bit uncomfortable just now, but it's a little better now."

"Then why don't you drink a little less? The other person isn't an adult yet and can't drink. Wouldn't it be boring for you to drink alone?"

"Isn't that so that he can take me back? It was such a good opportunity just now."

Faced with Machida Sonoko who was hinting at her in both obvious and subtle ways, Mari Fukaoka became a little annoyed. She looked at her roommate sitting on the sofa and asked about her schedule for the day.

"Where did you guys go this afternoon?"

"Are you curious?"

"No, I just want to know what you and Miyamizu were doing when I called you."

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Summer Cicadas: 265. Check the current status of the sage

After coming out of the bathroom and wiping his hair, there were still water droplets on the tips of his hair. When he walked into the living room, the water droplets dripped onto the floor. Xianren, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, walked slowly to the desk, rubbed his hair with a towel, and turned on the computer.

I wanted to catch up on the progress of my manuscript while my hair was still wet, but when I sat in front of my computer, my mind was blank.

His fingertips lingered on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to write. He frowned. It wasn't that he couldn't think of a suitable plot, but for Xianren, those plots were not what he wanted to write.

I don’t know how other creators treat their own works. Xianren is a little willful in this regard. He only wants to write content that interests him. For example, he is not very interested in content that he knows may conform to the mainstream.

He sat in front of the computer gloomily, staring at the document as if he was angry with himself, pursed his lips. After half an hour, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and silently closed the notebook in front of him.

"I have absolutely no interest in writing this for now. I've spent half an hour and haven't come up with anything. I've already sorted out the entire storyline and feel like this is almost over. There's nothing more to write about."

From the entire summer vacation until now, I have written a total of nearly 200,000 words, which is enough for the content of a book. The rest is the ending.

When I first started writing the content, driven by enthusiasm, the work progressed very quickly. However, towards the end, it was always extremely torturous. Leaning back slightly in his chair, Xianren stared at the computer in front of him, wondering what kind of ending he could give.

"Let him fall off a cliff? Well, someone like him has absolutely no reason to continue living. Let's just end it with him chasing a non-existent phantom on a cliff near the hot spring hotel and then falling off."

A sentimental person who indulges in his own fantasy will lose the meaning of life from the moment his dream is shattered, and he will be nothing more than a "walking corpse" in this world.

"For someone who is unable to integrate into reality, unwilling to compromise with reality and the world, and as self-centered and willful as a child, the best choice for him is to end up in ruin."

He opened the document again, and with his thoughts in mind, the wise man nimbly placed his hands on the keyboard, turning the content in his mind into vivid words, adding a period to this story.

When I start thinking about life, going to school becomes a burden.

At the ringing of the alarm clock, Xianren thought about continuing to rest for a while, but then he remembered that today was a school day. His brain, like one filled with cement, started to work again. His heavy body had to get up from the bed, slowly pressed the alarm clock, opened his blurry eyes, and stared at the room in a daze.

The wise man, who had thought of the ending last night, sat in front of his computer and wrote for five hours, from nine o'clock to two o'clock in the morning. He wrote about ten thousand words and brought the story to a complete end.

"All that's left is proofreading. I'll let her handle this later."

He left it to the editor. Now he just wanted to have a good rest. He had no interest in those publishing matters. He squinted his eyes, got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, and washed his face. After becoming a little more awake, Xianren prepared his breakfast.

Mentally exhausted, he didn't have the energy to prepare a hearty breakfast. He just fried an egg and put it between some bread slices as his breakfast.

A glass of milk makes you healthy.

"Tons, tons, tons——"

Xianren put on his school uniform, took everything he needed, and left his apartment with his backpack on his back.

"Good morning, sage."

"Ah."

In response to Saionji Sekai's greeting, Xianren responded without even the mood or energy to turn around to look at her. He walked straight towards the school. Saionji Sekai, who was standing opposite, was stunned by Xianren's cold reaction and opened her mouth.

When she didn't know what to say, Xianren had already walked farther and farther away and disappeared in front of her.

"......"

The cold reaction made Saionji Sekai start to wonder if she had done something wrong, which led to Xianren's cold reaction. She couldn't help but feel nervous and panicked.

"world?"

Hearing the voice of Kiyoura Setsuna behind him, Saionji Sekai quickly turned his head and after looking behind him, he saw Kiyoura Setsuna's confused look.

"What happened?"

"I...no, nothing."

She was just about to ask Kiyoura Setsuna if anything had happened to Kento, but when she thought of Kento's cold attitude at that time, and then looked at Kiyoura Setsuna in front of her, Saionji Sekai had some guesses in her heart, and buried them all deep in her heart.

Looking at the Saionji World in front of her, Qingura Setsuna also realized that the other party seemed to be hiding something, but since he was unwilling to say it, she did not ask any further questions.

With his mind feeling groggy, Xianren walked all the way towards the school. When he arrived at the school, he didn't meet any familiar people at the school gate or the door of the school building. He was happy to have some free time and went all the way back to his classroom.

After sitting down in his seat, he leaned down on his desk, closed his eyes and took a rest. He didn't wake up until his name was called during class.

"Miyamizu-san, do you need to go to the infirmary to rest for a while?"

"no need."

"Then please pay attention during class."

"Yes."

Sitting up straight, Eriri Sawamura glanced at Kento absentmindedly, then quickly retracted her gaze and looked quietly towards the front of the classroom.

The wise man who was awakened rubbed his face, took out his textbook, and listened to the class silently.

But when I was listening to the class, I was still a little dazed.

Although he insisted on not falling asleep, his mental state was not very good. He was in the classroom, but his mind had drifted away. The teacher who was giving the lecture above did not fail to notice his distraction, but he did not pay too much attention to it.

During class, the classroom was silent except for the sound of the teacher's lecture, which made people drowsy. The wise man, who had woken up but not fully awake, sat in his seat and struggled until the get out of class was over.

It was time for lunch break. Xianren, who had not prepared a lunch box for himself, walked out of the classroom and headed towards the restaurant. When he arrived at the restaurant, he ordered a curry. When he was sitting alone in the corner, Nakano Satsuki came to him and put down her thick pile of dishes.

"Beef bowl, fried shrimp, pork chop, and an order of fried dumplings."

Looking at Nakano Satsuki who was sitting down in front of him, and the dish in front of her that was almost as big as her, Xianren looked down at his curry.

It seems like I ordered too little. Should I order something more?

"Never mind, just consider it as thriftiness."

Nakano Satsuki heard Kento announce the dishes he ordered, took another look at the dishes in front of him, bit her lips, and had a conflicted and painful expression on her face. After about five minutes of silence, she pushed the fried dumplings in front of Kento with trembling hands.

"Here, a thank you gift."

"Um?"

Xianren, who was eating his curry rice, looked up and saw the reluctant look in Nakano Satsuki's eyes and the fried dumplings in front of him.

"Didn't you help me with my homework before? I haven't thanked you properly yet. Consider this a token of my gratitude."

"But you seem a little reluctant?"

After pushing the fried dumplings in front of Xianren, Nakano Satsuki did not retract her hand. Instead, she held the plate of fried dumplings tightly, and her eyes looked at the fried dumplings with attachment from time to time, making Xianren not know how to describe his mood at the moment. As if he was a bad guy, he pushed the fried dumplings gently and easily pushed them back in front of Nakano Satsuki.

"..."

Xianren, who pushed the fried dumplings back so easily, looked at Nakano Satsuki for a while, not knowing how to describe his feelings, which were a bit subtle. He ignored the girl in front of him and continued to eat his curry rice.