Chief Oda won't complain

Those who came late did not ask to make up the missed content, and Xingyue did not replay the plot.Therefore, the text on the curtain is still advancing in sequence.

In "Story", Akutagawa, who was rescued by me, attacked me while escaping.

This kind of behavior can be regarded as repaying kindness and hatred, because I saw the foreshadowing of hatred before.So I don't find it difficult to accept, but there is a strong sense of separation.

There are also some unexpected details that surprised me: Akutagawa did not hesitate at the same time that his abdominal wound was severely torn, and while we were not out of the pursuit of mimic soldiers, just because I took the initiative to reveal my identity attack me.

This is a kind of fearless spirit of giving up life and forgetting death?

I don't want to criticize him, but the contrast is really too big. Why is the difference between Akutagawa and Akutagawa so exaggerated?

I couldn't help looking at Akutagawa, and found that many people went to see him like me.

Everyone's feelings seem to be inconsistent with mine. I heard some whispers, and they all put the image in the "story" on Akutagawa.

"It turns out that the noble son in the health care room is such a person, no wonder Mr. Kunikida said he is a cancer..."

Isn't this kind of discourse too biased?

I realized that the reading club has been held until now, and no one simply thinks that "story" is just a fictional literary work. Everyone has more or less brought reality into it, even if they may not be aware of it.

It is precisely because everyone recognizes that the "story" restores everyone's personality.So everyone began to give preconceived trust, relying on text descriptions to get to know Akutagawa when he was not familiar with Akutagawa himself.

I think when I realize this, I should be vigilant accordingly.

I should have thought at the first moment: Did the author instill the wrong impression on the readers?

But the first thought in my heart was—it turns out it can still be like this!

The shock set off small waves in my heart, and something vague like a hook gently scratched across the tip of my heart, leaving a white mark.

I tried to grasp that feeling, but the flash of inspiration disappeared too quickly, leaving only a burning sensation of hallucinations and emptiness.

I vaguely saw that it seemed to be a flash of inspiration in the field of literary creation.

When I was confused because of this, Sakata took on the responsibility of a teacher alone, and earnestly taught everyone not to rely on "story" to understand real people. Please apologize to the innocent Akutagawa.

Followed by a sparse apology.

Although it sounds insincere, the children did recognize their mistakes, but they couldn't express them frankly.

Akutagawa himself seems to be out of the situation from the beginning to the end. He has been staring at the curtain, quite focused, and has no reaction to everything around him.

I silently adjusted my mood and read down.

Facing Akutagawa's attack, my response was to knock him unconscious.Although this disposal was timely, it still allowed André Gide to catch up.

And the next development was quite bad. Gide proved to me with practical actions that I have the same ability as him, and can observe the danger that I will encounter in a few seconds.

Then he asked me to fight him to the death, and said: "Only your bullets can end this war." Such strange words.

Of course I refused decisively, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gide would not let it go.

"He's really an unpleasant guy." Dazai commented with his hand resting on his chin as if bored.

He glanced at me lightly.

I don't know why, but this makes me suddenly uneasy.

"Hey, Odasaku, you want to become a novelist? Why didn't you tell Ango and me about such an important matter. Instead, you confessed it to an outsider casually?" Dazai said with a smile.

No matter how you look at his smiling face, it is extremely fake, like a hard shell made of cement.

My unexplained unease had an immediate answer.

The sudden burst of desire to survive made me disregard the relationship immediately: "I didn't want to be a novelist, I always just wanted to do a good job as a teacher."

This kind of confession is too light. Ango shook his head and said to me: "Mr. Oda, teachers can also have side jobs. It is not something to be ashamed of."

I shook my head and found Atsushi Nakajima staring at me in despair. His golden eyes dyed purple were shining brightly. I opened my mouth and let out the voice of my proud good student: "Mr. Odasaku, I I believe you can become a great novelist!"

Sakata poked his ears: "My colleague is going to become a great writer? Hey, hey, this is terrible. Is it a basic etiquette to write an autograph for me first? I won't ask why you are so unconscious, now Make it up quickly."

Tanjiro: "I always thought Oda-sensei was very knowledgeable about literature. If you want to publish a book, my whole family will buy it!"

Nezuko nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

With a handsome face, Tufang said handsome words: "What kind of novel do you want to write? I'm looking forward to it."

In the end, almost everyone expressed their support for my writing, and complained that I hid it too deeply on the basis of support.

I seemed to be cornered by a hundred ducks, with nowhere to retreat, my weak voice was drowned in the tidal waves: "But I really don't want to write a novel."

What is "a hundred mouths can't argue"?I have already experienced it deeply.

If I could see the me in the book, I would grab him by the collar and question him. Why did I leave this scene to the innocent me?At least I also stood up to share the firepower, right?

Pairs of eyes of different colors stared at my face like searchlights, eager, curious, sour...the eyes of various emotions stung me into a trance.

Is everyone so invested in the "story" and believe in the "story"?when?Am I unknowingly out of touch with the masses?

Unexpectedly, the person who spoke for me at this moment was Xingyue: "Everyone, stop making troubles, Uncle Odasaku. I can prove that he has no idea of ​​writing a novel so far, but the future is unpredictable. of."

Dazai maintained the movement of resting his chin with his hands, with a relaxed expression: "That's right, but I've already figured out one thing. No matter where the "story" points, the one who will keep his affairs a secret, and then And the Odasaku who easily told unimportant people exists. "

He glanced at me lightly again: "After all, Oda Saku has such a personality, and there is no way to blame him."

I thought, I might have offended Dazai unintentionally.

Ango sighed softly: "As a student, I don't think there is anything wrong with Mr. Odasaku's personality. Teachers have no reason to be honest with students. But as a friend, you always talk too much. not enough."

I get it, I didn't just offend Dazai by accident.

What can I do?

There is no way to refute, because I really am.

It's not that I hate expressing and communicating, it's just that I never feel that there is anything to say about my own affairs.

What I experience every day are those trivial things, teaching, cooking, sleeping, reading, just a bunch of trivial matters. Is there any talk?

I also don't understand why Dazai insists on forcing me to talk about things in life occasionally.And he also finds it very funny, like the last time he forced me to say "wild dog theory" and then coughed from laughter.

All I could do was apologize: "I'm sorry...but I never thought of becoming a novelist."

In the end, I couldn't hold back or emphasized my grievances again.

The author has something to say: Jie Jie: I think this "story" writes me as a mentally retarded person.Is it in this box?In this cloth box.

I just don't go fooling around in the comment area for the time being, if you should leave a message, leave a message, I will kill you back with green onion and cabbage!