Cyberpunk: Nirvana of Shoko Toyokawa

[There are many bands with infectious power! I think Sumimi and the recent student band are also very infectious - but not everyone can be the "Seven Bands"! After all, they are not just a band, but also a gang -]

There was a mixture of all sorts of conversation.

"Can anyone solve this puzzle?"

Xiao Hey shouted loudly.

However, this topic, which few people could participate in, was soon drowned out by other topics.

Chapter 23 Ashida Liga ( rewards plus more)

Survival is like slowly walking towards death.

However, you see.

Just be reborn again and again.

Just change again and again, reshape again and again, and then be reborn again.

From this moment on.

This is the [real me].

……

rustling.

Inside the room, the sound of the pen touching paper stopped.

"Aha……"

After finishing the last question, high school girl Rika Ashida let out a long sigh and turned off the lights.

She fell backwards onto the bed.

The narrow ceiling of my home.

The car lights reflected from the window flickered above, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Liga looked at the car lights quietly and was silent for a while.

She turned over and took out her cell phone.

Homework completion reminders, mobile phone bill payment records, advertisements for extracurricular training classes...

No important information.

There was only one message from my friend Mizono Runa.

[Liga, I sent you the data package courseware for Zeta Technology's 'Parallel' 5750 that you asked me for after class.]

An attachment.

Liga received it.

The flashing "Transmitting" symbol illuminated for a moment in the darkness and then disappeared.

I'm so tired and don't want to use my computer.

Liga pressed the keyboard.

"……Thank you……"

send.

The other party did not read it immediately.

That's everyday life.

Liga sighed again.

Every day, every day.

Go to class, get off get out of class, go home after school.

Do homework, ask questions about homework, write homework, and import courseware into the brain-computer.

has no meaning?

"(It's boring.)"

Liga looked at the screen flickering in the dark and thought.

"(Study, club activities, new relationships...)"

"(That's all.)"

She dealt with these things every day after entering high school.

But does it really make sense to deal with these?

I am an ordinary person.

Liga knew this clearly.

My parents are ordinary employees in a car dealership and live in a cheap apartment.

I was born without any talent.

I'm in the first year of high school, and there are only 4, 5, and 6 on the [Attribute Points] panel.

If you work hard and get a 7, you will have no problem graduating...

But that's it.

After graduating from junior high school, Liga failed to get into Yuqiu.

Her [Intelligence] is 6, and the pass rate for the Yuqiu exam is only about 30%.

It’s not too surprising that I didn’t pass the exam.

When she received the results, her friends comforted her, saying, "It's okay! It won't be a problem if you go to a regular high school with us."

Liga just smiled.

But she knew.

It's not that it doesn't matter.

In the City of Music, the channels for advancement are too narrow, too narrow.

She had seen her parents toiling day and night in the car dealership, seen her uncles and aunts lose their lives for a few data components, and seen the hard-working young man next door become dull-eyed day by day.

“(This city, if it doesn’t rise, has no future at all.)”

Liga had vaguely realized this when she was in junior high school.

After failing the entrance exam to Yuqiu, this thought became even more clear.

But what can we do once we realize it?

I didn’t get into Yuqiu.

My own grades and family situation do not support me repeating a grade.

Besides, I am not excellent.

Even if I get into Yuqiu, I may not... No, there is a high probability that I will not be able to get into university.

This is the limit of my level.

The last door for the general public, further education, has been closed in front of Liga.

Liga understood.

She didn't even feel sorry.

She just...

...I don't have that kind of fate.

"(From now on, I will just live my life as an ordinary citizen of the City of Joy.)"

Liga thought.

What a boring life.

Graduated casually, found a job casually. Just like my parents, I work 60 hours a week, working like a machine, just to fill my stomach...

"(No hobbies, no lovers, nothing.)"

She held her phone, browsing forums, social platforms and video sites out of boredom, thinking.

"(Self-esteem and effort are both average.)"

I don't think I'm stupid.

Usually, I also like to solve puzzles and play complex manager games.

However, the City of Music measures "intelligence" by using brain wave frequency which can be reflected in [Intelligence] points.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Well, I come from an ordinary family, so it's just like this.

Maintaining similar interpersonal relationships, doing similar things...

"(Every day is spent wearing a mask, and it's a dull day.)"

“(A life in which there is no chance to write a new chapter.)”

Liga looked at the colorful web information.

“(Even after entering high school, everything remains the same.)”

"(It's boring.)"

It would be nice if there was something worth working hard for and being passionate about.

but no.

Most of my classmates have their favorite bands.

Liga also listens to the band's songs.

She prefers Roselia, Afterglow and RAS.

But I’m not as fanatical as some of my classmates who say, “I can’t live without them!”

In Liga's opinion, the City of Music is full of boring entertainment.

Just like Liga's life.

I can only be swept away, starting without any meaning and ending without any meaning.

It's like a puppet manipulated by fate.

"..."

Liga randomly reposted some insignificant cat and dog pictures, psychological tests and news on her social media account.

Casually scrolling through the videos on the video website.

Because a prompt popped up on my brain computer, I sent birthday wishes to an elementary school classmate whose name I had already forgotten.

Everyday routine.

It's not something I like to do.

But if you don't do these, there's nothing else to do.

"(Anyway, no matter what you do, everything will be forgotten tomorrow.)"

"(They are just tools to kill time.)"

"(It's a cage to prevent thinking.)"

The fingertips slid across the oil pipe.

It was then that she noticed YouTube's [Popular Time Period].

Among all the channels, it is not the most watched one, but under the regional tag of [City of Music], it is number one.

It seems like a live streamer, listening to the live show.