my youth love story no problem

(Because of some adult reasons, I'm really sorry for delaying until now. Anyway, the second volume has ended successfully like this, I hope you will like it~)

To be honest, the position of the strong in this world is very vague.

For the current students, it may be that they have many friends, their academic performance is very good, they have contacts with people outside the school, and their families are powerful and powerful, so they can be considered a top powerhouse.That is the so-called high caste.

And other people who have no ability or ideas are naturally the so-called low castes.

In fact, such a plan is very unscientific.

No, it's better to say it's completely different.

Strong and weak are not judged by others in many cases.

For example, on the surface, a person looks very powerful and incomparable, but in fact, there is a place in his heart that is fragile at the touch of a touch.Is this person strong or weak?

Another example is that a person looks like garbage on the surface, but his heart is as firm as the strongest steel plate in the world.No one could touch his soul, not even make his thoughts tremble.Can this kind of seemingly useless wood be called a weak person?I don't think this kind of person should be called weak.

On the contrary, they are at the top of the powerhouse sequence.

Can you say they are weak and pitiful?Immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself, he is even spurned and disgusted by others.But in their world, those who spurned him did not exist at all, only the existence he wanted to see.

Can this be called pathetic?Because I didn't even care about it, so I can't say it's pitiful.

Never cared about other people's eyes, never cared about other people's ideas, just acted according to my own ideas.

warrior.

I can't find any adjectives other than warrior.

Think about it carefully, don’t almost all of those second-degree patients have courage that others can’t match?

Ignoring everyone's opinions, he carried out his own ideas on his own.Use your own strength to make props that look rough or extremely precise, or say those lines that cannot be seen directly to create panic in the academy.

If this kind of talent is put in the society, what kind of posture will it be?

rabies.

A mad dog that can't be killed, can't be beaten, and has no way to stop him except to take his life.

He will use all the products at hand to make things that are beneficial to him, and will not be bound by any ethical and moral things, and will only act for his own ideas.They will never perform abnormally just because there are too many people, and they have a set of detailed and almost terrifying settings and specifications in their minds to drive them to the next goal.

This is the so-called social version of the second disease.

Look, what kind of monster does that thing that everyone hates turn into when the childish things are extracted?All that remains is a demon that no one can resist.

Even ordinary people can burst out with terrifying power when cornered, so what can these fearless people do?They are driven to a dead end almost all the time, and everyone has their own path of attachment.Here, at this time, the things they can do are almost infinite.Each of them is equivalent to the scariest person in this society.Even those old business people will bow their heads to these young people.

Because they know very well what kind of strength and obsession these young people mean.

In the same way, I can also realize how obsessed they are.

And when that obsession takes on a physical form, almost no one can refuse such a person's request.

Because, it is too shameful.

"Please, Master! Please teach me how to write novels!"

The fat man knelt down in front of me majestically, shouting in a loud voice that could be heard throughout the school.

"I'm really sorry! In the past, I was too superficial and didn't understand the guidance given to me by the great teacher! But after a night of thinking, I have decided on my own path. Please ask the great teacher to answer my questions!"

Cai Muzuo's head hit the ground with a 'boom'.

Hey, do you want to do this?How disgusting is a fat man kneeling in front of you?If it is a super beautiful girl, you can still consider it, but who wants a dead otaku?Especially a fat-eyed chubby, no one would like such a guy?And if I'm with this guy, my reputation will drop a lot, even though it's already negative.

'Eh?Who is that? '

'I don't know, it looks disgusting. '

'hurry up. '

As expected, there seemed to be such voices around me that caused my reputation to decline rapidly.

By the way, judging from the voice, the disgust that the girl refers to does not refer to Zaimuza alone, but me and Zaimuza.If two unwelcome people stay together, the nausea index will immediately rise geometrically.

Although I don't care about these things, but what is the situation with this sad feeling...

"In short, do you want to learn to write?"

Shaking my head to get all those messy thoughts out of my mind, I looked at Zaimokza who was kneeling on the ground and questioned.

He looks serious, so I can't just fool him with anything.Because I don't bother to do that, and Zaimokza is not worth it at all.Still the same sentence, if he asks for help, I will help, and nothing else is counted.

After all, I never imagined what this guy would achieve.He may just simply want to go further, or it may just be pure fun.After all, no one knows what to think about the Second Second Disease.But he knelt here and called for help. Even if he had some small thoughts, it was a matter of course. I don't care about those.

So when he shouted "Coach, I want to write a novel" with a voice that shook the entire teaching building, I was not at all surprised.

It's better to take it for granted.

So Yoshiki Zaikiza is that kind of person.

But anyway, what happened after that was what bothered me.

That's right, because the things that happened after this incident made me in trouble.

I believe that people with a good memory will never forget the bet a beauty made with you, and I am the same.

The girl who always has an indifferent face, her eyes are as sharp as a blade, and she has an awe-inspiring aura like the snow girl in myths and legends made an agreement with herself.It is because of this that I feel distressed.

"You seem to have seen the end, Yukinoshita Yukino. It surprised me a little."

Unknowingly, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I seem to underestimate the spirit of others.

For one or other ridiculous reason, I lost.

Lost completely.

But he seemed happier because of it.

Because at this moment, I can be sure that no one in this world is a chess player.

We are all pawns on a chessboard.Just influence other people according to your own ideas, and influence yourself.It's just that he intimidates himself, threatens himself, and makes his brain fear his own power.

What you see doesn't mean it's real, and what you say doesn't mean it's true.What is speculated from the subjective is always subjective, and no one admits it.Things that want to be self-assessed have always been self-assessed, without exception.

So there is no real chess player.

There is no real shady one.

These are just farces intertwined because of everyone's youth.And what is intertwined on this stage of youth is not just the sacrificial ceremony.After that, more farce awaits us.

"I lost, my classmate over there."

"Xiaoqi, you are really sad when you are in the corridor, I am a little angry!"

I was looking forward to that farce.

(Volume [-], end)

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