(First update~)

“Not it’s my style?”

This is what I say again, as if I understand my style very much.

"So what kind of style do you think I have in Shizuka Shizuka? I think this is my style."

Will there be any changes in my style? I have not changed from beginning to end. It is stable, absolute, realistic. Regardless of whether it is correct or not, but I will never fail. Because my ideas are always realistic.

Real people will never fail, this is the truth of this world. Those romantic stories are just things that fool children, and I realized this even more clearly after passing through the incident of Timuku. So if I am indeed a bit inappropriate in terms of behavior, but from the root, I have nothing worthy of blame.

"Teacher, you are a Chinese teacher. If you are a Chinese teacher, you know the Chinese level of everyone. Do you think that Yoshihiro Kazuki, the current level of this person, may become a novel author? It is completely impossible, and there is no chance at all. Even if you find someone to publish, the sales volume will make the publisher want to kill the editor's level. Don't you know this kind of realistic thing better than anyone else? So since that's the case, still want to support Kazuki to continue his creation?"

"……call."

There was a silence on the opposite side of the phone, and then a breath came.

It should be that Shizuka Hiratsuka's inherent habits are at work when she encounters a difficult problem. She is used to lighting a cigarette when facing something or missing something to relieve her emotions. Now it is also a bit difficult for her.

"Hikiya, do you know that you are in a very dangerous state now?"

After a while of silence, Shizuka Hiratsuka's somewhat tired voice came out of the speaker.

"Although people cannot see their own limits, the support of dreams can always make people burst out with things that exceed their own limits. No matter what kind of dreams, they should be supported and encouraged. Even if it seems impossible to realize, they should not use such rough means to end everything. If you do that, you will get nothing except resentment, and you are very clear about this kind of thing."

As if he was sorting out his thoughts, Shizuka Hiratsuka's voice paused for a moment. It was like using smoke to think, and a breathing sound came from the speaker. After about ten seconds, the teacher's somewhat dry sound came out again.

"Cat Muzha really has no potential to become a writer, but I believe that enthusiasm is not fake. If you have enthusiasm, everything will be possible.Cat Muzha is not a guy who has no hope at all, but has not used his talents in the right direction. With a little guidance, you will gain more abilities. Even if you become a serious novelist, I don't think it is impossible. It's a bit too much for you to say that today."

"Is that right? But I think my opinion is completely opposite to you. Teacher. Cai Muzou just thinks it is interesting and writes novels, right? It's just that the writer is sick. He thinks writing is a very interesting thing, so he did it. He has no expectations for everything that follows and no awareness of his own relationship."

"Biqigu, most of the successes in this world are created by interesting things at the beginning. Pure reality has no value, it is just pure logic. But this world is driven by emotions, and your ideas are already problematic."

"I didn't think I had anything wrong with it, and I didn't even feel a better time than it is now."

“Bikiya…”

Of course I could hear the dry voice of Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka clearly.

In fact, I also know how unnatural my current thoughts are.

No one knows better than me how abnormal and unrealistic this person is.

Who would believe that you have turned yourself into what you are today simply by relying on this dreamlike thing? If you just say that you believe in your previous life, then this behavior itself denies the existence of your own self.

There has always been only one reason for Hikigaya Hachiman's loneliness and indifference. That is the unrealistic feeling that permeates the heart. He has a sense of rejection and unreality about everything around him. Even if he wants to contact him, inexplicably evil comments will be spread from others. Even if he is full of hope, he will be refuted mercilessly.

So it's better to die from the beginning.

I have thought about it like this.

But it is ironic that it is precisely because of the unrealistic memory that has allowed me to support this situation. Even if I am rejected, scolded, or insulted, I don’t care.

Because I'm different.

Only I am completely different from them.

This is not a secondary secondary disease that extends from junior high school, but a realistic and completely appropriate feeling.

Others have some friends and best friends since childhood, but I have never. Others will receive some attention and form their own small circle, but I don’t. Even if there are always a few unpopular people in a class, I will definitely be the one who is the least popular. No matter how many classes I change, it will be the same anywhere.

Hope and dreams have long been erased. You will do anything that can make money. As long as you don’t touch the law, there will be no problem, and it doesn’t matter if you violate morality. You have obviously had such an enlightenment, but you are angry.

The most troublesome thing is that this anger was captured by Shizuka Hiratsuka. It is really not good to develop this way.

"Teacher, for you, people support each other, right?"

"Of course, isn't this society just a big machine? You have proposed this theory yourself. If you don't support each other, no one will stick to it. As long as you have dreams, it will be possible. If you don't understand something, just ask for it. So even a person like Timuzu, as long as you work hard, you will succeed, right?"

“…is it?”

I chuckled softly.

"I understand, and I will try my best to make up for it at that time. A working writer is always better than a newcomer, and I will give some advice. If he is willing, I believe that under my guidance, he will definitely make progress. At least he will be stronger than now."

I made a promise casually, then turned off my phone and looked at the brightly lit ceiling.

No, teacher. You still don’t know. There will always be inexplicable malicious intentions in this world to target a person.

What you want to ask is cursing, but what you want to find friends is ridiculed. Even if you ask why, it will only cause a burst of laughter and scolding. This bad nature continues to spread, and there is a cycle that has been repeated from kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school and even now high school.

Shizuka Hiratsuka is indeed a rare good teacher. Unfortunately, as his student, Hachiman Hikigaya is not a good student. He is an absolute alien. People are indeed supporting each other in life, but communication is not so necessary at times. There are always people who will be hurt during communication, and the pain of cursing and not understanding, being alone is enough.

It's enough to have only one lonely person.
Chapter completed!