(It's been five sweet books, it's time to get dark. By the way, thank you classmate Youyuan Zhixiang... Although you gave me a reward, I still have to say that if you really want to support me, please read the Taobao account in the comment area... It's really painful to cut half of it.)

It's raining.

It was not the kind of heavy rain, but the cloudy rain that made people wet and cold. The fine raindrops that were as fine as the feet of the array formed a gray curtain outside the window, and the cold and indifferent aura gradually penetrated into the lead-gray clouds outside the window.

Due to the environment, people also began to become lazy. Although the cash-in-charge groups were still discussing something, it was obvious that they were just talking to their phones from time to time that they were just talking to maintain the conversation. There was no special meaning, nor any happy emotions.

‘It’s raining…I don’t bring an umbrella? What should I do?’

‘Go and borrow it from your boyfriend? I’ve always been loving.’

‘No, it’s just a very ordinary relationship~’

But this kind of daily conversation can make people feel like "It's really raining" that makes people feel moldy all over their bodies. How can they say that they are worthy of being a feast? Even when facing this dense rain that makes people feel uncomfortable, they can quickly connect to love.

I don’t have that kind of talent... How can I communicate with people normally? Don’t they have to figure out the other person’s thoughts? Don’t they have to move with other people’s ideas? Aren’t human beings a pathetic life that will produce evil thoughts if they don’t like their own wishes? Why can they be so happy with lies?

The girl who was joking had a crush on another girl's boyfriend. The other girl knew it well, but she still took it off without hesitation.

This kind of thing happens very often.

It is precisely because I know that I have to deliberately take it over and show it to others. Use the envy and pain of others as spiritual food in exchange for the pleasure that is far greater than some primitive behaviors. This twisted scenery can be seen in every place.

Anyone has had this kind of experience? What you like is presented in the hands of others, and although that person showed a proud expression, he said that it was nothing. He abused the things you like most and tortured them without hesitation. The girl he liked forced a smile in the arms of others, and the books and dolls he wanted were discarded without any mind.

I believe everyone should remember what their smiles were like at that time? In that sunny classroom, everyone showed the ugly expression.

I'm laughing.

Everyone was laughing.

Because except for laughter, there is no expression that can express the emotions at that time, right?

And your choice must be to smile humbly with those people's distorted smiles, right? It's like kneeling down at some invisible rules, humble and pleasing, smiling with others with a subtle face. Hiding your mood to the deepest part.

Because I don’t want to destroy all this. Compared to the unknown future, maintaining the status quo is the best choice. So even if you watch the things you love gradually shatter, even if you watch your dignity gradually trampled on, you will smile so humbly and cater to the ideas of others. You will live in such a humble and realistic way.

Humans are social animals, and they will be completely overwhelmed without social networks. Even the so-called dead house has countless communication methods online.

So, keep the status quo. Let this situation continue.

There is no courage to change, no determination to bear everything, fear of pain, fear of being alienated, fear of existing interpersonal relationships, fear of deprivation of your life, fear of your own fear, and even fear of a possible future that may be too wonderful.

It's all right, there's nothing bad anyway, I'll spend it every day like this. Yesterday was like this, the day before yesterday, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. I've spent so long, so it's no big deal to endure for a while. I'm numbly waiting for the so-called turning point until I don't know the ending day.

A life without any fun, a constant trajectory, as long as the personality is placed there, the next thing is almost destined. It is like a joke from God.

"But I won't change the world, because it's not the world's fault."

"What nerves are you experiencing?"

"Because it's boring..."

"If you are bored, please die silently. Can you not bother me?"

Looking at the reference book, Xue Zhixia glared at me dissatisfiedly at the position behind her. A trace of dark color unique to the oily pen was dyed on her fingertips. It can be seen how determined she made to review that she had to abandon her image.

By the way, she still decided not to write a review letter herself. So the task of sending Shizuka Hiratsuka was handed over to me. I was responsible for writing a review, she studied, and divided the work and cooperated.

...It's a bad thing to cooperate. Anyway, I'm just suffering and suffering, she's just benefiting.

What a guy who can call people.

Turning the ballpoint pen in a big circle on my palm, I sighed and turned my eyes to the other direction.

Tsuruoka Maxun, this two-faced beauty, seemed to have not had the terrifying conversation in the morning, and followed several other girls with pretty good looks and said something with a smile. From time to time, a few chuckles or jokes came from the crowd. It seemed that even the fine gray rain outside the window could not affect the nature of these people.

As if I felt my sight, Tsuruoka Maxun raised his head in the crowd, pushed his disguised eyes, smiled shyly at me, and naturally communicated with others again with a gentle look.

So girls are definitely very scary, right? They said those words in the morning and now they are like nothing is wrong, they are super scary, right? They are simply devils.

Or is it better to be confident? I believe I will never be able to say it?

Then I can only say that she had bet right, and I really don't dare to say it.

Because I really can't explain many things.

Rather, it is funny to explain.

I was the only victim of the car accident. Xue Zhixia felt guilty at most. She had no contact with Yukihama at all. Compared to me who had been hospitalized, Yukihama was just a little scared. Apart from the distance, she was no different from the onlookers at that time.

Other aspects are even more nonsense, saying that such as restraints are mentioned. As long as people are alive, they will definitely communicate, and as long as there is communication, there will definitely be things they care about. As long as there is something they care about, the so-called restraint will inevitably arise.

It’s just such a simple and correct fact, why do you have to think of such a dark place? I admit that I was a scumbag before, but how do you say it? A prodigal son will never change his gold?

Ah, this can be written into the review book.

"But, what does that mean when she says..."

Leaning on the chair and looking at the gray world outside, I thought about the few messages revealed by Tsuruoka Maxun.

Although it is certain that there is definitely something wrong with her brain, it cannot be denied that Tsuruoka Maxun's brain may have been spinning much faster than I thought. She could easily say many news that others didn't know.

Judging from the behavior of a fool, this guy is definitely worthy of calling the police. Although it sounds like a delusion of a three-generation rich girl following her every day, when this matter is indeed in front of me, I can feel the extraordinary abnormality of this guy Tsuruoka Maxun.

She is definitely not the kind of targetless person. It can be seen that as she said, all her actions are to guide me into the dark abysses. But she will never allow herself to fabricate anything. Everything she said is undoubtedly true and real. But from what angle should this truth be judged from and how to determine this angle, it is a very subtle thing.

What is the end of Chiba Aki, Kawasaki, and Yoshinoshita Yango? Is there any cruel war in places I don’t know? But who was the one who played before that? What benchmark is the one who played?

It would be better to say that the meaning is completely unknown. Is the secondary disease? Although it is indeed the secondary disease behavior, this behavior is considered a ill person, and it is still a stalker type.

But if you want to talk about the girl sitting in the clouds, it should be Komachi?

Did she also participate in something amazing?

At this time, as a brother, the first thing he has to do is to kill all competitors except Komachi, right? He must definitely kill everyone except Komachi to ensure Komachi's victory. Well, there is no second option except this method. Absolutely.

"After that being said, if you think about it carefully, I should be quite popular, right? To all the extents, so many people are talking to me..."

"Do you think talking to convenience store clerks and talking to ** is the same level?"

"Not at all."

"That's it."

As if the learning task had come to an end, Xue Zhixia narrowed his eyes and stretched his body. After moving his muscles and bones slightly, he sat on the chair and glanced at me with some contempt. It seemed that he was having a certain degree of doubt about my intelligence.

Actually, I can’t blame me for thinking this way, right? After all, boys are like this. As long as there is a girl who says more to her over a period of time, she will have the illusion of “Ah, does she like me?”. Then she will unfold the confession theater in her mind, and in the future development, whether she should accept something.

So after all, boys are just such creatures. Compared to girls who are scheming in Tiantian Palace, what boys think about is nothing more than killing and fucking. I am a boy and I am proud of it.

"But I really hate rain..."

Feeling the gradually becoming stuffy and humid air around me, I lay on the table and sighed, staring blankly at the clouds outside the window.
Chapter completed!