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"Hey! Hachiman! Here!"

Even a few dozen meters away, you can see the guy standing in his seat waving his arms.

Is this guy who can save some fun? It will cause trouble for the people next to me. And even if it doesn't cause trouble for the people next to me, those people's eyes are already looking at the troublesome eyes. How could they still eat like this?

"Ahh? Is our Hachiman Daishi the kind of little person who cares about other people's eyes? You're so proud of you!" This guy raised his hair on his head, and opened his mouth and gave me a thumbs up like a task in a comic. I said it really looks so stupid. I feel like I'm shopping with a mentally ill. Can you be quiet?

However, this guy is idiot, but he is not stingy. His family is good, and he is also in a key position. Even in this economic downturn, he can still take out a lot of money. Looking at the food already placed on the table, you know that even if there are only two people in this guy, he will strive to do his best. This twisted and perverted aesthetic can be said to be deeply imprinted in this adult mind who can only pretend to be handsome and cool, and his mind is full of the idea of ​​being an older middle school second.

"By the way, you spent a lot of money on this meal? How about the AA system?"

After sitting in the chair, I was amazed at the things on the table.

"Ah? Are you sure you want to be right? This thing is 20,000 or 30,000 yuan in total, which is not too expensive. I believe you can still get it. But I guess you don't want to get it, right? From the time you hear that price, don't you want to run away?"

"I didn't run away, I just wanted to go to the toilet."

I sat on the chair with a disgusting expression.

How rich is this guy? 20,000 to 30,000 yen? This meal is enough for those single people to eat for a month? It is perfect for two months to save money. How rich is this vested interest in the capital class?

"Tsk, look at your face facing the class enemy, I know you won't get money. By the way, I believe in that ideology. Revolutions have always been from top to bottom. You won't know that even that adult would say, let some people get rich first. What's the point of caring about? It's all about sooner or later."

"Although I'm not happy with your sophistry, I won't take the money..."

After hearing that, I immediately closed my wallet. But this behavior was exchanged for his sigh.

"I said to you, have you not paid attention to your own abnormality?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with it?"

Fuck the knife and fork, and skillfully attacked the steak that was cooked as I remembered.

The taste of things that cost a lot is really good. After cutting a small piece, the rich taste goes straight to the brain along the taste buds. It's pretty good. This should be Kobe steak, right? Although it's not the most authentic, the imitation tastes very good.

"So, it's because it's too normal."

He scratched his head in a little troubled manner, and did not move anything on the table.

"Generally speaking, a young and promising young author meets us, either pretending to be very powerful and then disdain. Or pretending to be very friendly and actually doesn't like to talk to us non-geniuses at all. In short, they have a sense of arrogance in their bones. But it's strange that you don't."

"I feel more like going out with my colleagues when talking to you. I also talk about AA system and then retreat when I see the price. I talk about everything around and around, but don't talk about things, and I always need to be indirect. Then I praise each other and satisfy other people's vanity. Even you guys can continue when I talk about ideology. I'm really curious. What gives a high school student a real equal mentality with adults who are older than him?"

"...Is there any need to ask? The confidence of young people. I have done so many things at such a young age. It is normal to treat adults as peers? Isn't your observation very keen? Maybe someone will appreciate it and can you get promoted."

"So I said something unusual is here."

The hippie smile on his face had disappeared, and only seriousness was left.

The guy who has always been careless sat upright on the chair and looked at me silently. The look that seemed to be interrogating something, or as if it was a pity, made me feel a little uncomfortable. It felt like I was seen through something.

“It’s so familiar.”

He was silent for a while and said softly.

"You are so familiar with the answers to these things."

"Do you have the performance now that a high school student should have? No, facing partners and unfamiliar environments, this is definitely not the right choice. This is the devil, the evil way, and this is not something you can contact at this age."

"You are like an adult hiding after the identity of a high school student, ignoring the so-called children and unwilling to face their existence directly. You just look at everything about them with a high profile. For adults, your mentality is parallel. You can only be relaxed in front of the so-called 'people', but the gap in real age makes you extremely awkward."

"Do you want to know what this state is?"

The editor with messy hair looked at me silently as he was chewing food, and gently spit out a word from his mouth.

"monster."

"A monster walking on the earth, dressed in human skin."

The knife and fork in his hand paused slightly, and then continued to rotate.

"If you don't make any choice, you will be broken. I have seen this disease in my uncle. So I know very well what this trend of division actually means. I believe with your wisdom, I know what I am talking about."

"Self-cognitive mental disorder. He always thinks he is a high school student who has lived for only seventeen years. You don't want to see a man in his seventies or eighties walking around in his high school uniform. Especially the school uniform is still a woman's style. That may be just funny to outsiders, but it is just sad and painful to his family. I hope you can realize this."

“…So what should I do?”

I raised my eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with a sincere face, and I snorted softly.

"Come and tell me what I should do? Do I dig out my brain? Do I take away all my memories? Is there any inevitable solution to this kind of thing? Do you think there is anyone who can solve all this?"

"That takes you."

He sat on the chair and said softly.

"If you don't have any ideas, you won't come to Tokyo, right?"

I can only remain silent.

"... Let's have fun in Tokyo this week. You don't have to go to the writer's party. What I want to see is a teacher Hachiman who has completely affirmed himself, rather than a stinky little guy who is worried about his spirit and reality. This kind of thing is useless for others, and it can only be up to you. Are you Hikigaya Hachiman? Or is it a doll? It depends on you."

After saying this, he sighed softly and patted me on the shoulder. After paying the money, he left the hotel. I was left alone in a daze at the sumptuous dinner on the table.

A ghost.

A ghost that has been dead for many years.
Chapter completed!