Sato-kun is normal today

"Mr. Tsushima, are you busy? If you are not busy, can I trouble you to charge your phone?" Sato Hiroshi sent a message lying on the bed, reminding the other party to charge the phone as previously agreed.

Soon, the other party replied.

"Thanks for the reminder, it's already charged."

"Where, I should thank you." Sato Hiroshi asked the other party politely, "Has Mr. Tsushima not landed yet?"

"No, it is estimated that there will be no way to mail the phone to you in a short time."

"It's okay, sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's rude to say it, I accidentally flipped through the photo album on my phone, I hope Sato can forgive me."

Hiro Sato was taken aback, "Anyway, there are no private photos, Mr. Tsushima, don't mind."

"Thank you, I'm relieved. Seeing the photo of Sato wearing a baseball uniform is dazzling."

... Dazzling?

Hiroshi Sato couldn't help but turned over, holding the phone above his face, "Which photo is Mr. Tsushima looking at? Probably misidentified the person, I have nothing to do with the word dazzling."

After a while, the other party sent a single photo, which was a photo of Hiroshi Sato standing in the outfield holding a glove.

"That's right, isn't this Satou?"

"I'm right, but...however you look at it, it's normal."

Hiroshi Sato zoomed in on the photo, and the hairstyle and face were the same as he was used to seeing in the mirror every day, without any surprises.

"It's not ordinary, Sato looks warm and strong, very handsome."

"Eh?" Sato Hiro suspected that he could not read, and couldn't help holding the phone closer.

"Mr. Tsushima, stop joking. I know myself better. I'm just a high school boy who can be seen everywhere. Besides, my self-esteem is not that strong. Mr. Tsushima doesn't need to bother to comfort..."

I'm embarrassing Mr. Tsushima for embarrassingly boasting in front of the extremely ordinary photos.

"I'm serious. Sato has a different brilliance, and it shines brightly in my eyes."

Hiroshi Sato stared at the phone screen, as if he wanted to see the flowers in these few lines.

His fingers rested on the keyboard for a while, but he still didn't type a word.

Many thoughts flashed through Hiroshi Sato's mind one by one, and he finally asked:

"Mr. Tsushima, can a person who has no merits shine?"

"I have no idea."

Sato Hiroshi didn't expect such an answer, and was very disappointed, "Mr. Tsushima doesn't know either."

"I used to think that everyone or everything in the world was equally boring, but recently I met someone who made me feel that no one's life should be ignored."

"A very powerful person?"

"He's like Satou."

Hiroshi Sato was startled again, thinking that Mr. Tsushima really can't comfort people, since he has never even met him face to face, he just opened his mouth to praise him.

"Mr. Tsushima, the people I know in my life say that I am 99% ordinary, and the remaining 1% is because they don't comment on me at all. Therefore, it is impossible for people who can inspire Mr. Tsushima to be like me."

"You don't like your ordinary?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not. It's a part of me, and I can only accept it." Hiroshi Sato suddenly wanted to talk, "It's actually not that easy to accept."

"Um?"

"When I was in kindergarten, there was a very beautiful girl in my class. I really wanted to attract her attention, so I imitated other people's pranks on her, quietly pulled her stool away, and made her fall..."

"result?"

"The same behavior, done by different people, will have different results. The handsome boy played a prank on her and became friends with her. I played a prank on her and was punished by the teacher. Haha, I feel like I funny……"

Perhaps Mr. Tsushima also thought he was naive and didn't reply.

People are very strange, but it is easier to open up to strangers, and talk about some past events that have never been told to others, Sato Hiroshi continued to send messages.

"When I was in elementary school, I read a lot of baseball comics. I wanted to be a pitcher very much. My family helped me sign up for the youth baseball. As a result, the coaches discovered the talent of pitching for children of the same age, and I only got the chance to play through hard work. At that time, my mother scolded me every day for wearing clothes that were too dirty..."

"You must be very sad."

"Haha, I thought I would be sad, which means Mr. Tsushima is different from me."

"why?"

"Because I knew it would be like this. The world treats ordinary people very cruelly. Students will rank their friends according to their appearance. Most of the time, I am ranked at the bottom. It is difficult for the teacher to remember my name. I was the one who was ignored when I didn’t have enough snacks. I was not taller than others, I was not as fast as others in running, I didn’t have as many toys as others, and I couldn’t even talk as sweetly as others. My mother always had nothing to say when the neighbors showed off their children. The disappointment revealed unconsciously in the eyes of the people I met...the reality will remind me from every detail—I am an extremely ordinary person.”

"Before I decide to do something, I already know the final result in my heart, so there will be no sadness or anything. If I am sad every time, then how can I live hahaha..."

"Sato, you're fine."

"Of course, I obey the law and don't do bad things..." Sato Hiroshi joked.

"It's not that kind of meaning, I want to say that these ordinary things make you more dazzling."

"Mr. Tsushima, please read my words carefully..."

"I am very serious, and I admire Sato from the bottom of my heart. If it were me, I would never treat the world as peacefully as you do, and might develop an antisocial personality."

"I'm joking again. Ordinary people like me account for more than half of the world. Everyone lives an ordinary life. Who can be anti-social just because they are ordinary. People can only accept themselves, and I am no exception. .”

"However, in my opinion, Satou is unique."

Sato is unique.

Hiroshi Sato couldn't help repeating these words in his heart twice, "Mr. Wazushima, you won, how do you know that I expected to hear such words?"

"Um?"

"That's right, it took me 18 years to accept my ordinaryness, and I would rather spend more time making myself a little bit special! Unfortunately, I have done useless work..."

"What does Sato think is special?"

This Sato Hiromi, he introduced his friends to Mr. Tsushima. There are gifted children, all-round sports, peerless beautiful girls, and of course, a group of secondary illnesses.

"... I definitely can't make up for the talent, but I just hope to have some unique characteristics. At least when people think of me, stop saying 'Sato is too inconspicuous'." Sato Hiroshi's goal is very small.

"Sato's friends really have their own merits."

"Right? I thought about joining the ranks of chuunibha, but it's too embarrassing to pose in the air, I can't do it..."

"Don't learn from them."

Hiroshi Sato thought of the distressed expressions of the four college students when they heard him say that Wutiao teacher stamped the second-year-old disease, as if they had eaten a fly, and smiled, "Even if I want to join, they don't want to take me. "

Whether it's Qi Mu, Dazai, or Junpei and the others recently, they don't want him to get close, and their attitude is very obvious. It's probably because he always says that he has a second illness, and he feels unhappy.

"Sato feel excluded?"

Hiro Sato blinked, Mr. Tsushima was unusually sharp.

"I can understand that if someone tells me something about a game I like, I don't want him to see it."

But reason and emotion are not in sync, Sato Hiroshi can only let himself not think about it.

"Satou, you are far more shining than the self in your heart. Maybe you have become the pillar and hope in someone's heart without you realizing it."

"……is it possible."

"trust me."

Hiroshi Sato closed the phone and stuffed it back under the pillow, turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

He couldn't explain how he felt in his heart, but intellectually he understood that what Mr. Tsushima said was comforting and polite, but emotionally, he couldn't help thinking, if these words were true, it would be great.

An ordinary person like him can also become someone's unique existence...

After thinking wildly for a while, Sato Hiroshi gradually fell asleep. In his bizarre dream, he seemed to see Osamu Dazai standing under the tree again.

Those eyes looking up at him.

……

The first-year students of the high school worked together to kill the curse spirit in the abandoned hospital, but they were blamed for the second-choice disease, and the four of them returned to school with dark faces.

"Teacher Wutiao! You ruined our glorious image!"

"Why do you tell others that we have a second illness?"

"Serious words shouldn't be expected to come out of your mouth."

"Teacher Wutiao..."

The students protested solemnly, Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Have you been laughed at by Sato-kun?"

"It's not your fault!" The four of them slapped the table and questioned.

"How can you blame the teacher? Teacher, I am here to save the world!" Gojo Satoru stood up and stretched his arms, posing a gesture of fraternity.

Fu Heihui turned his face away and gave up directly, "There is no communication value at all."

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei pressed her hands on the table, suppressing her emotions, "Mr. Gojo, I missed a fellowship in order to exorcise the curse spirit! Do you understand the seriousness of the matter?"

"Fellowship!" Gojo Wu covered his mouth and said in great surprise, "You actually went to participate in the fellowship without telling me from the teacher! No, you are still young, you must be accompanied by the teacher for such activities..."

"Teacher Gojo..." Yoshino Junpei had no choice but to miss the point.

"Teacher Wujo likes friendship?" Hirohito Katsuobu accepted it well, "Then next time, I will ask Senior Sato to help us..."

Gojo Satoru nodded movedly, "Yuuhito, Teacher, I didn't love you for nothing."

"I'm so pissed off!" Nagasaki Wild Rose was so enraged that the table almost shattered, "Can you tell me something serious, why [window] didn't report to Tokyo's curse spirit? Why did you tell Senior Sato that we are all secondary illnesses?"

"Well..." Gojo Satoru stretched out a finger, "Guess what?"

Four people: "..."

Nagasaki Yaqiangwei couldn't hold it back, and picked up the table to cover the teacher.

Gojo Satoru jumped back slightly to avoid the attack, "I hate it, Wild Rose, I have no patience at all."

"Say it!"

"Let me think about it, two things, which one should I talk about first...Let's talk about [window] first." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "Recently, the movement of the curse spirit is abnormal, and the focus of [window] observation is In the movement of a large number of spell spirits, there are some omissions in individual spell spirits in the area, thanks to the few of you who solved the spell spirits."