(Actually, I plan to do my life in this novel. Just like the GAL option, now it is a common line. I plan to make a common line is probably the plot of the original work. Then the next one is a single line for a few girls, which is almost like this. It is said that it is a line, but it is probably not too long. By the way, the voting option has been refreshed, and this voting will take one week. Then this first two follow the previous first two. To be honest, there is no change in the recent update.

So, I really want to go crazy but I’m afraid I can’t get back... In short, let’s do this first. If you have good plot suggestions, please just mention it. As for comments like mutual understanding... Well, there is a sentence in the work that I am similar to XX, and I don’t agree that XX is the most basic manifestation of pursuing group living. In short, please be alone well, hardworking, and unruly - laugh. By the way, I like group living. If there is no Internet or social environment, I may die of loneliness, above.)

"Yano, do you know what I hate the most?"

Sitting next to the crowded street, leaning against a chair, carrying a mobile phone, squinting at the sun hanging high in the sky. Bathed in the lazy light, I questioned the girl on the other end of the phone.

The so-called dinner is of course a fake thing. I naturally would not expose their poor performances. If it is too obvious to me, their situation will be even more difficult. But this does not mean that they will give up, so naturally, after I withdraw, they will vent all their resentment on the remaining two people.

Chinese class represents a girl who is as good as a beast in relationships. She has the kind of personality that will actually cry when she is bullied, at least for the moment. So in this action, she may just be targeted for a short time and then give up. Then she put a good label and was let go. But it is different from the snow. She will not compromise, nor do she know what compromise is. The concept of being very easy to break is reflected in her. She does not know how to consider other things at all, but only knows efficiency.

It's simply garbage.

"What I hate the most is the kind of person who casually thinks he is good for others and interferes in other people's lives."

With a crisp sound of ‘Kara’, I broke the wood chips on my palm in half.

"They rush and unscrupulously, taking other people's privacy and pain as fun, hoping to replace other people's concepts with their own concepts. The most common thing is, ahh, I can understand you, I know what you are like."

"I hate this kind of person the most."

I leaned on the chair and reached out to cover the light from above. The sunlight sprinkled through my fingers had a blurry feeling. The seven-colored rays did not feel dazzling when reflected on my eyes, but instead felt a gentle feeling. Yes, it was like someone was slightly stroking your face and leaning on your forehead to convey something to you.

"Your sister did a great job. She used all kinds of means to reach a reasonable place, laid a trap with the information she knew, and then watched me step in with a smile. This is great, it's amazing."

"I want to kill her just because I'm so awesome."

The air around was very warm, and the appropriate temperature made the streets full of people at this time. The beautiful girls were laughing and huddled in groups on the street in front of them. Social personnel holding briefcases pulled their tie and trotted all the way to drive the car. Various temperatures appeared in front of me, and various smells spread in my nose, forming a real world.

But I didn't feel any warmth.

I only felt a cold ball in my body, the flames of anger burning. If I didn't say it clearly, I couldn't even explain what kind of anger it bursts out. So I could only ask Yangna to talk to.

"The only person I owe in my life is watching me sadly. More than a dozen people have their future cut off. The future life is dim and people keep pleasing me. Each of them wants to swallow me alive, but they can only look at me, hoping that I can take them away again. What is this? Am I a person who specializes in despair for them?"

"Everything that a few years ago was planned by me, and it was me who made their family collapse. It was me who made their lives fall into despair. You didn't expect that the voice was almost bloody, and you forced to cry and beg you for a moment, saying sorry for such a scene, right? I am also a human being, and I know what I did. Then because of a commission, I brought me to such a person, as if I gave them a hope of doing it again. Do you know how angry I am?"

The flames in his body almost evaporated their throats and spoke hoarsely. Tears were circling in his eyes, but he could only look up at the bright sun, pretending that he was stimulated by looking at the sun.

People who have drunk alcohol together, people who have sang songs together, and people who have called brothers together were betrayed because of their own interests. Their voices were hoarse, their knees were broken, and they cried in front of them, saying they didn't believe it, but in the end they were still grateful to me. Why do I still bear to hurt the people who made great efforts to drink with me for the second time?

What qualifications do I have to do that? People who hate me smile, people who resent me smile, and people who are sad smile, but they are not willing to give up any chance to live, but they just don’t want to give up the last little hope.

What would they think if I said this was just a commission given by the little girl?

Maybe she would smile and say it doesn't matter to me like she did at the beginning?

Maybe they will all be in the editorial department, saying goodbye to me with a smile, welcome to come again next time, right?

"No matter what, I am also a flesh and blood person. Yango. Your sister is too much, right?"

Looking at the dazzling sun in the sky, I said softly.

"Feel sorry……"

The voice on the other side of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally said two words softly.

"Really, I'm sorry. I don't know that Yukino Chan can judge this way. She is still young and is still a junior. Hachiman, you don't have to care too much. I'm really sorry..."

"Yano."

I whispered to the phone.

"I am a friend, right?"

"……Um."

She was silent for a while and responded.

"Then let me take a little rest now."

Before I could reply from the other side of the phone, I hung up the phone directly.

Silently removed the phone card from the phone, picked up the black smartphone, and looked at his face reflected on the dark glass screen. It reflected a young man's face full of tears because he had been staring straight at the sun for too long.

"……Grass."
Chapter completed!