Chapter Seventy-Five: Isn't Fun to Race!

"Have you ever competed in any competitions? I think elementary schools will hold competitions like talent shows. ”

"It's just an event in Big Brother's country, but some of the people here, that is, my classmates, often go to piano competitions and dance competitions. But when it comes to school competitions, the only ones are class chorus. Actually, it's not a competition, because there is no specific judging criteria, and the class that gets the most applause will win, which is probably such an activity, and most parents will clap their hands every time for their children. ”

"If the country is different, the activities of the students will change a lot."

"Isn't that a matter of course? But big brother, although the competition is interesting and can select excellent people, people still feel that this setting is still a little depressing, and it feels like buying chocolate pudding and finding out that it is actually spicy chicken legs. ”

"What the hell do you have to do to make a mistake, but that's how the game is, we will choose the strong and eliminate the weak."

This is the case with society, and so is the world, after all, the world has evolved from ancient times by abiding by the rule of the jungle.

If you want to say how to eliminate this rule, it is estimated that the only way to do it is to wait until the day when the earth is destroyed.

No, if that day really comes, humans will definitely emigrate to the stars......

It's just that the people who immigrate to the interstellar are rich and scholars, and ordinary people generally come last.

In other words, until the end of mankind, such rules will not change in any way, and everyone must abide by such rules and live.

"Utopia is just a human fantasy after all, and fantasy is often very different from reality, maybe it's similar to the metaphor you just made."

"Big brother is a crazier metaphor than Lolicon?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you guy, in short, as long as it's a game, there is a winner or a loser. In modern society, victory is a qiē. ”

"Wow...... Big brother, don't tell this kind of dirty reality of adults! ”

It's just that you can adapt to this society sooner, Sayou rubbed Hanazu's head.

Yes, the competition does not make people happy, and the only person who feels happy may be the winner who qualifies.

The victory that defeated the others and stood on the heads of the others had the right to continue walking with a smile......

So, the loser is really useless?

No, after all, Sasuke thought that he was a loser in the past, and now he seized an opportunity of his own.

Obviously. This opportunity doesn't have to be a ridiculous system to travel through after death, but something else that can be exploited.

For example, if a person studying music meets a musician;

For example, a dance genius has the support of someone and keeps working hard;

All encounters and accidents can become the capital of the 'loser' counterattack, so there is no need to despair about failure.

It may sound like the last struggle of the loser, but no matter what outsiders do, seizing the next opportunity is what a smart person should do.

"So, did your class win the choir competition?"

"Of course I won, because there are a lot of cute girls in my class~ In addition, the other male classmates are unexpectedly good at singing."

"I think you've adapted to the world of adults."

Even using cute girls as bait for adults to applaud, can you not underestimate the children of this era now?

"You're really powerful, Hua Ling."

"Yes! Hinata-chan Kohinata, ten years old this year! ……”

Flower bell bent down slightly.

"It's a big brother who wants to make the big brother troubled and happy!"

"It's still redundant in the back!"

I was treated coldly by the adults and students around me. It seems that there is a person who is ready to call the police.

"Mom, what are they talking about?"

"No, let's go back."

Misunderstood.

Sayou knocked on the head of the flower bell, this guy always suddenly brings unnecessary trouble to himself. Sure enough, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Of course it's a joke, big brother, don't take it seriously."

"I never took it seriously, but only me...... Compared to that, you should get along well with your classmates in school. After all, you're a living treasure. ”

"People are not living treasures, people are squad leaders! That's why everyone respects me, except for the occasional thing that bothers me. ”

"It's coming. Be quiet. ”

"It's a gentleman's basic thing not to ask the lady's secret, and the big brother is doing a really good job."

It's just that I don't have that free time to take care of the interpersonal interactions of elementary school students.

But after getting along with each other in the past few days and the recent changes in Hanazu, Sayu thinks she should be better at getting along with her classmates than usual.

Ending the conversation, the two came to the theater, there are a lot of people today, most of them are admiring audiences, and it is estimated that they have all made notes on the voting website. Book to vote.

found a middle seat and sat down, Zuoyou came with Hua Ling today to cheer for Lin Xuan and Jiushi.

At this time, Sasuke noticed the sight coming from the left.

Ah, it's the glasses trio.

"Sa......

"Shhh~ Why are you here?"

"When I saw a teacher's post on the forum, I came."

"It's a shame you can recognize me, I obviously have a hat on me."

It's a cap.

This hat was selected by Hanazume, and it was originally intended to be used to clean the warehouse to prevent dust from getting on the head.

"It's not just me."

Warrior Koji Airen pointed to Sayu's right, and over there was a group of otaku who had acted with Airen.

They looked at Sasuke, then pointed to the comics and books they had with them.

"Those guys all want Sayou-sensei's autograph, don't worry, I'll tell them that the game is over in the siege of Mr.

"Siege or something......"

"We smell the teacher so we sit here!"

"Alas?!"

Sayou sniffed it, but there was nothing special.

At this time, Hanazumi on the side pulled Sayou's clothes, and then pretended to pinch his nose.

"A smell of uncle's otaku~"

"You provocative young girl."

"Whew, it's actually a bit of a lemon scent."

Hanazu leaned closer and sniffed, then said as if she had just done so.

While everyone was talking, the lights of the venue were gradually turned on, and it seemed that the game was about to begin. (To be continued......)