Suddenly covered by such a blow that would have caused me to die of shame, I sat down like a fool - like a deceitful king who is spurned by his own people, and who turns a blind eye to the 'flood of heaven when I die'. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Speaking of which,

If I were really an ordinary first-year high school student who would be scared of his grades, he would be angry and afraid to speak, embarrassed like an ostrich, stiffening his whole body, and could only stare at the wooden tabletop with his head down, as if he wanted to see through the wooden planks of the desk where the raw materials came from.

It's a pity that as a big monster with a head and a face, even the most ugly insults I have encountered in my long years have not been encountered, and even the dirtiest curses and shameless insults will not stir up a ripple in my heart.

"It's so embarrassing for him, and he's embarrassed to come to private Xiangchuan school with such poor grades?"

"Who says it's not, after all, in this society, rich is an uncle."

"Damn, damn rich second generation!"

Rumors spread in the seventh class of the first grade, and those classmates sitting next to me, they looked at me like monkeys, and it was really embarrassing that their brains would be opened to such a point because of people like me, and they added many inexplicable rumors without authorization.

The rumors are because of the rumors, and the rumors are passed by word of mouth, one person's mouth passes through the mouth of another person, and the truth of the matter is constantly brewing and fermenting on the way to the leap of thinking, which was originally just a mixture of water and rice, and gradually evolved into a popular after-dinner joke with the passage of time.

"Haha... What a fool, that guy..."

"By the way, what's the name..."

"Ahh It's so rappy, so I didn't remember it! ”

These voices came one after another, and with my excellent hearing, it was hard not to hear them.

But these are just a breeze to me, at most it can be regarded as a bright moon shining on the river, to put it more seriously, it is probably ...

Nima!

I really want to... I want to kill them... it!

What a breeze, hey! It's a Category 18 typhoon! What a bright moon, hey! It's 50 degrees of direct sunlight! Bastard!

What to do... The seal on his right hand is about to explode...!!

My unicorn arm... Can't wait...!!

Let others insult me, what kind of prehistoric monster existed before the ancient flood was broken!

Believe it or not, I took out a handful of game coins and killed you scumbags!

So now, I'm staring at the wooden table with my head down, as if I'm going to blow up the whole earth through the desk and the surface, isn't that incomprehensible?

So I will have the intense emotion of wanting to explode the sky and send all those so-called classmates to heaven, and I can understand it a little.

……

But ah... Now I'm just an ordinary high school boy who is scared of his grades, and I want to overturn the audience in broad daylight or something... I can only lust in the deepest part of my heart... No... can't even reach the obscenity, at most it's the sad cry of the negative dog.

After all, I'm just an ordinary high school student, and there are very few high school students who aim to go on to higher education who are not moved by the ups and downs of their grades, so as a high school student, isn't it natural for me to be ridiculed for failing exams?

Pity... Without...

Ay...

I clenched my fists and sighed indignantly, no matter whether the reality is good or bad, as a member of the great world, it is better not to act recklessly.

After all, this is not an ancient time.

I'm no longer the peerless god who stands tall and invincible.

It's true... It's so sad.

Can you empathize with the feeling of being unscrupulous when you talk about your mistakes in front of you (although you can't make mistakes after failing the exam, but it's basically the same)?

……

After that, I have basically forgotten how I withstood the presumptuous gaze of others and walked up to the podium and got the test paper from Sakurai-sensei.

I probably can't remember how he walked back to his seat from the podium in front of more than fifty malicious eyes.

The only thing I remember is that I feel ashamed of my teacher Sakurai, her tears are rolling in her eyes, and her aggrieved little appearance seems to be almost about to cry. Nothing else could survive in peace, my brain, which was gradually cluttered by the vulgar gaze that came over me like a tidal wave.

Anyway, when my consciousness came back online and my nerves took over my body movements again, four Arabic numerals that did not exceed two digits were neatly written on four sheets of A4 paper that lay out on my desk.

This is my test paper, the ultimate weapon used to evaluate the value of a person for more than ten years or even decades.

Even if you are not satisfied, what qualifications do you have to be dissatisfied if you can't even pass the exam? -- This kind of thing will be smashed.

If you accept your fate, what use do you have if you can't even pass the exam? -- That's the kind of thing that flies too.

Although I am very reluctant to admit it, the fate of a piece of paper is definitely not something that can be fooled by making a joke.

If you put aside these negative things in the exam, then how many people can calmly ignore them if others laugh at them unscrupulously?

Not everyone's psychological quality can withstand the pressure from the outside world very well, and perhaps a little too much speech will make a good young man lose his fragrance.

Aren't there enough poor people drowning in the tide of public opinion?

After all, it's a ridiculous country where gossip can easily kill people.

However, these are not the top priorities, and the main question for me now is what kind of means to use when I go back at night to concoct Miss Yoshiko Oshikiri, who is still asleep on her phone.

Peel? Halved? Owl heads? Car crack? Sawing? Broken vertebrae? Lead? Or is it a bowel pump?

In any case, Miss Kako must have a gluttonous feast waiting for you today.

I don't know which app to sleep in the mobile phone Miss Female Ghost suddenly began to tremble all over her body - as if she had a nightmare?

As the culprit of my failed exam, shouldn't she take all the blame? Shouldn't I use my body to help share the swords from others after I was hit by the outside world? Shouldn't I be ravaged in a way that helps me relax?

It's all what she's supposed to do.

It's all her fault.

If she wasn't illiterate, if she could help me with the exams, if she was quite knowledgeable..... then I wouldn't have worked so hard.

So, it's all Miss Kako's fault!

Probably...... If I had that thought, I'd have looked down on myself.

Obviously, I don't study hard, I don't want to improve, I don't study and I fail the exam... After all, all of this stuff should be my fault, right?!

Why do you blame Miss Kako for no basis?

Probably simply because... If you feel that others are more wrong, your own mistakes will be ignored or even disappear.

But will it really disappear?

My mistake is mine, not Ms. Kako's, and not anyone else's.

Instead...

"Hey! Front. ”

Suddenly, there was a chilly cry from behind.