The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

"Fujiwara-san," the girl said coldly, "Excuse me, but you can't do this right now."

After these words were spoken, Miss Youji, who had once again retained some semblance of human form, degenerated once more:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'm a bug. I shouldn't be here and shouldn't be sitting next to you..."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to blame you."

The cold girl gently stopped Fujiwara Yuki who was about to bow to her at a 90-degree angle, and looked at the girl with a blushing face calmly and said lightly.

"Fujiwara-san is a very good person, just a little introverted... I just want you to be more confident."

"Please trust me and listen to me, okay?"

"... Ugh..."

The girl uttered a shameful cry.

Amamiya-san, why do you always praise me and treat me so gently..?

Doesn't she like me?!

They are also the second week: Chapter 192 Try to give her some warmth

Fujiwara Yuki, sixteen years old, is a stunning and gloomy JK student in Class 1A.

In the impression of most classmates, she always wore a school uniform that was several sizes too big, and her whole body looked loose and baggy. The cuffs only exposed the part of her fingers, which were tucked into her clothes, making her look small and she looked like a woman of high social status.

Every morning when she first entered the classroom, her hair was combed the neatest. Then, it would gradually become frizzy and more and more messy with each tantrum.

It was not until the end of school that she would nervously comb her hair as neatly as when she came.

But in fact, the girl is not short, she is about 1.6 meters tall, and she doesn't look gloomy at all, she is very cute, and has very good development. It's just that her face is a little chubby, her clothes are very loose, and she walks with a hunched back and a sneaky look, so she looks very petite.

Not only does she have excellent looks, she is also proficient in various musical instruments and has excellent academic performance. She ranked in the top ten in both exams of the same school year, which is more than enough to get into an A-level university.

Such a fair, tender, cute-looking, high-quality JK should be very popular. Can others praise her humility if she doesn't write the words "I'm awesome" on her face every day?

But for some reason, the girl was the opposite of Tiangang. She had the words "I am a little loser" written on her face every day. She was also timid all day long. She would run away when she saw people, and her face would be as pale as death when she talked to people. She would start to have seizures on the spot when someone approached her. She was simply a deep well.

Those who knew her knew that no one knew her.

"Fujiwara-san is a pretty girl who is good at studying, but difficult to understand and approach" - this is everyone's consensus about her.

"I am a useless person with no advantages. In the future, I will definitely be fired for angering my boss at work, and become a stay-at-home dad who lives off my parents' pension every day" - this is Miss Youji's self-perception.

And today, three weeks after the start of school, a demon king finally noticed this cognitive concept with a deviation value greater than 80, and decided to change Fujiwara Yuki's own opinion and create a shining new star on campus.

..................

There are clouds floating in the sky, and the sun is slightly warm but not too scorching.

After lunch, I sat on the rooftop bench, a gentle breeze blowing through the screen. It was another cozy day, perfect for hiding in a corner and imagining myself as a popular character...

"Fujiwara-san."

"To!"

Fujiwara Yuki subconsciously stood up straight, as if she was a new recruit facing the instructor, her body jumping straight like a soldier.

When I straightened my back, I realized that the girl's chest was quite firm.

"Sit down, don't be so nervous. I just hope that 1% of your attention can be focused on me instead of just looking at the clouds in the sky."

Miss Amemiya, who had been sitting upright the whole time, silently watched Fujiwara Yuki, who sat back on the bench, her eyes wandering, her hands moving back and forth between the back of her head and thighs, her toes opening and closing and tapping the ground, and her butt moving around as if she was uncomfortable all over, and she couldn't help but wonder.

"Isn't the chair right for you?"

"No, no!" Fujiwara Yuki immediately sat down obediently, and began to tremble slightly as if she was an elementary school student being stared at by her teacher.

If you didn’t know, you would think she was being stared at by some scary wild animal.

Amemiya Yi looked at her nervous appearance, without commenting on her stiff sitting posture, and just spoke lightly.

"Just now, I analyzed Fujiwara-san from various perspectives, including his appearance and academic performance. After comprehensive analysis, it's not difficult to see that Fujiwara-san is a perfect fit for an idiom."

"...Worse than pigs and dogs?"

"She's both talented and beautiful." The girl frowned slightly. "While humility is a good thing, being too self-deprecating is, in a sense, a form of self-aggrandizement."

"I, I'm not that good..."

Again, I was praised...

The girl's mind was full of thoughts, and her chubby little face showed a subtle emotion as she smiled foolishly.

"To be fair, Fujiwara-san is an objectively outstanding person. He's probably the kind of well-known figure who is envied, admired, and admired by his classmates. He always displays a strong sense of self-confidence. Even if he feels a bit proud, I think it's reasonable."

"However, as of now, Fujiwara-san is not only not proud, but has actually gone the other way, persisting in his lack of confidence. This has led to strong feelings of inferiority and self-denial."

Amamiya Yiping narrated slowly, "Illness refers to an abnormal physical or mental state. Fujiwara-san's current mental state is very unhealthy, so I can conclude that you are ill."

“I’m not sick…”

"Please don't give up on treatment, there is still hope."

As soon as these words came out, the patient's eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Doctor, is there really any chance of my recovery?"

"The chances of recovery are somewhat low, but I will do my best to make you a normal person."

"Before resorting to surgery, it's a good idea to try medication first."

The beautiful doctor said in a cold voice, "The first medicine I prescribe for you today is called pride."

"Isn't that poison?" The patient felt a little afraid. She understood the principle that pride comes before a fall.

"Yes, in many cases, [pride] is a somewhat derogatory and toxic drug. However, when used as a compliment, it can often be replaced with good medicines like [pride] and [confidence]."

"However, your condition is too severe. Normal medicine is no longer effective. Only this stronger medicine will work."

"That's great, bring it up quickly." The patient was impatient.

"Sorry, but pride is not a drug you can get easily."

The doctor knocked on the cold desk with a cold expression, "What you don't ask for, you often don't get."

"The Buddhist scriptures say that there are eight kinds of pride in the human heart: strong and powerful family background, wealth and intelligence, long life and good deeds, and freedom and ease."

“When people don’t want it, it will grow on its own, coming uninvited. But when it is needed to maintain one’s physiological functions, it will hide in the corner of the heart and never reappear.”

"babble..."

The patient was horrified. “There is no medicine left. How can I recover?”

"It's very simple, just come and find it yourself."

"Please be prepared this afternoon. I may notify you at any time and work with the other nurses to provide you with further treatment."

"Other nurses?" The patient shrank back, "But, I only want to be treated by the doctor..."

The beautiful doctor frowned slightly.

"You only want to be with me...why?"

"because--"

The emergency room in front of him suddenly shattered, the table melted, the ceiling collapsed, and only the charming girl could be seen sitting in front of him, looking at him with some confusion.

Fujiwara Yuki felt a little dizzy. She felt as if there were whirlpools in her eyes. She couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. It seemed that all kinds of dreamy bubbles were reflected all around her.

"Fujiwara, why are you so useless? You can't even pass a test like this."

"Teach me, how did you get a score of 7?"

"Huh? No, I can't get more points than this by just filling in a few random multiple-choice questions, right?"

"Tsk, we're going to lose to Class B in average score again. How annoying..."

"Because he's a piece of crap. Look, he can't even speak."

"Come on, she looks like she's about to cry..."

"Then she should apologize herself? It's always because of her that I do so badly on the test and play the flute so badly. That's why I can't stand being with this idiot..."

"Yes, yes...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"Pfft, did you understand what he said?"

"No~"

"It's a pity. It's really stupid."

"You're such an idiot."

"go to hell."

"Get out of Class A."

"Idiots like you shouldn't have been born."

In a trance, she saw a blackboard covered with insults, a few dark faces, and the smug smiling faces of blurry shadows.

Those voices kept echoing in her ears for many years.

Fujiwara Yuki actually doesn't like listening to music that much, nor does she like musical instruments that much.

Only when I put on my headphones and played the notes to drown out those noises did I feel a little more at peace.

She instinctively trembled a few times, her eyes slowly closed, and her back bent down little by little.

"...Because, Amamiya-san is the only one who is willing to approach the strange me...and is willing to tell me so much..."

"He doesn't hate me, he keeps praising me, saying I'm excellent and wanting to help me..."

The girl's hands were tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her toes were tensed and she stepped hard on the ground, as if she was enduring something. She looked timid and spoke very carefully.

"But, maybe... Amamiya-san is the only one who thinks I'm nice. Others might think I'm weird and hate me..."

Her voice was so small that it seemed to be squeezed out from her throat.

"I'm...scared."

"..."

afraid.

Afraid of being disliked.

I am afraid that I will cause trouble to everyone again, make those who care about me sad and disappointed, and make people around me angry.

Fujiwara Yuki, from a very young age, could not hear clearly what people around her were saying.

When she was old enough, her family took her to have surgery, and her hearing returned to normal. She was six years old and ready to go to elementary school.

After going to school, it took her a long time to learn how to speak and recognize words.

While she was trying hard to understand what the people around her were saying, her classmates did not give her enough patience. They just thought that she was a weirdo who always dragged down the class in every exam, played the flute terribly, could not speak clearly, and looked stupid and dumb.

Many children are like this. They don’t understand why some people would fail and perform so poorly on such a simple test in elementary school.

When it comes to the students who do the worst in the class and those who hold them back, many children will choose to laugh at and tease them. Even if they think they were wrong and went too far when they look back on it when they grow up, it is still impossible to change the harm caused to others at that time.

As a result, she was not treated gently.

As a result, she is now afraid of everyone. She walks very carefully and dares not speak or communicate, for fear of making everyone unhappy.

At this moment, Fujiwara Yuki lowered her head tightly, not daring to look around.

She was afraid that her willful request would make the girl angry.

But after a few seconds that seemed extremely long to her.

She saw a pair of hands wrapped in thin white silk gently covering the back of her hand.

"...I understand. Everyone has fears. I also understand that some people choose to escape. After all, sometimes...escape does help."

I felt a cool touch on the back of my hand, but a gentle voice was in my ear.

"This time, Fujiwara-san can also choose to escape."

"But I still believe... one day, you'll try to take the initiative to face it. I'm eagerly anticipating that day."

"If you want, you can try to rely on me."

"..."

The breeze is gentle and the light is still warm.