(First update. For the classmate who doesn't like PS, I can only regret it. If you don't like PS, please hit me? I don't owe you anything. If you don't like it, don't read it. If it really doesn't work, just click the TXT text to delete it. Then I'm a friend hahahaha, the student's Chunwu fan is really good, I'm reading it, but how do you say... Can you give me some face? It's so awkward to play other people's advertisements here.)

Rejecting Yuhihama and her colleagues' suggestions, I went straight back to my room and locked the door.

In fact, this move should be considered wise. Because there were about three knocks afterwards. It seemed as if I realized that I would not go out. After a while, I stopped knocking. I also had a while of free time to start surfing the Internet.

I remember what I once said, I am a serious Internet addiction state. I like to surf the Internet very much, and it can even be said that I feel a little uncomfortable if I lose the Internet. Moreover, the Internet can also significantly alleviate my nervousness. At least on the Internet, my negative emotions can be covered on the garbled account and vent it freely.

The Internet should be one of the greatest inventions of mankind.

It is like a simple spiritual network, relying on current and 01 to interact with human souls. There is no difference in identity or level. Everyone on this network is electric current and signal.

They look at IDs and accounts, like a brand new life. When the ID of an account disappears, it will be lamented. When the ID of that account appears again, it will attract a burst of cheers. It doesn’t matter what the real identity is. Everyone looks at your identity on the Internet. It is like a brand new life.

Each of us lives on the Internet in another way.

The Internet gives us almost infinite life. We use this connection to store knowledge around the world and build a brand new, medium world with 01. It has no conceptual creatures, but only exists in materials. But it is still alive.

So I like to stay on the Internet. Just like I am now browsing 2CH aimlessly, just like I am now watching the news without any trouble. Then I go to foreign websites to watch different voices with the language I learned. Doing this can greatly alleviate my current anxiety and anxiety, and gradually dispel the irritability in my heart.

‘【Sad News】The famous voice actor Ms. XX issued a marriage announcement, and the other party was an ordinary member’

‘[Quick Report] A magnitude 4.3 earthquake occurred in XX place, and no people died yet’

‘【Ask a question】How do you learn at home?’

...

Just look at the words like this on the discussion board and you will feel relaxed and comfortable.

You don’t have to think about what obligations you have, or you don’t have to think about the useless messy things. Just show your true self casually. Just live according to your wishes online.

If it is not exposed, then there is no problem.

This is not the first time this behavior. It can even be said that a considerable number of people do this. In reality, it is an identity, and on the Internet, it is another identity. Using the identity to express what you want to say but cannot say. Using this identity to express what you want to show but cannot express. Only in this way can all human beings be the same. No one knows who you are, what kind of past you have, and people are monsters that survive in the current.

So I like this world. I also like this kind of communication. I like this kind of communication the most. I don’t have to consider other people’s feelings in person, think about the complex interpersonal relationships, and don’t have to care about the superficial or inner responsibilities. Everyone is blank, so just show what they want according to the blank.

I took a breath and started typing my own questions on the discussion board.

Three questions about philosophy. Who are you? Where do you come from? Where do you go? These three questions are questions that have troubled countless people throughout their lives. But the same is true for countless people to give their respective answers that they think are the most correct, covering these questions.

But there is no doubt that each of them has different answers. They are the answers they think are correct.

No one has ever solved these three problems with standard solutions.

Everyone's life trajectory is different, and everyone is completely different. But they can only give one answer, that is, they have never had one life. They have spent their whole life writing their last answer on these three questions as their mark of their life. These three questions will be accompanied by birth and die. No matter who it is, no matter who it is, it is very fair to all things in this world.

However, as long as it exists, there must be loopholes. Nothing is absolute. When the demon of Laplace is destroyed, the world is trapped in chaos. Omniscience and omnipotence do not exist, and perfection does not exist. The microscopic world tells us that the probability of God's existence is fifty%. This means that there will always be some loopholes.

For ordinary people, it is beauty, it is romance. But for people who go up, it is a kind of panic and despair. For those who have experienced all this, it is a terrifying darkness.

For the Philosophical Questions, everyone has only one answer. However, I have two.

The answers from the past, the answers from the present.

There is no future.

The answer to the first question is that I am Hikigaya Hachiman, but I am also the civil servant.

The answer to the second question is that I came from my parents’ embryo, but I also inherited that person’s memory.

The answer to the third question is that I will be classified into eternal tranquility, but I may also enter eternal reincarnation.

From this we can see that I am just a cat.

For many people, it is just a meaningless delusion, but for me it is a cold and cold reality. Because that person's memory constitutes me and becomes a part of me, he is already me. If he is false and does not exist, then what is the me who is attached to this kind of fantasy? Just thinking about such things, I feel the bone marrow feels cold.

Loneliness can be ignored, and loneliness can be gradually endured. But only when my existence is denied can I feel the bone-broken fear. Just like being blown by the whistling cold wind, I subconsciously pull up the bedding to warm myself.

“…get to sleep.”
Chapter completed!