(This chapter may cause discomfort, if you feel unbearable, please see the extra detoxification.) By the way, the recommendation ticket is very weak...... ）

"Huh? Aren't small businesses leaving? ”

Yuhihama packed up his things and looked at me in his seat a little strangely.

If it were normal, I would have been the first to open the door and walk out. But now I was sitting in a chair with a book in my hand, and this perverse circumstance naturally caused the kind-hearted pedantic to speak inquiring. So I'm ready to answer too.

"Ah, this."

I waved the book in my hand.

"It's a lot of fun, I'm going to finish it here."

"Really......"

Yubihama tilted his head. But the square words on the book quickly made the girl's eyes circle.

In his hand is still the hardcover thick black book. Unfortunately, it's not a Japanese book. Pure Chinese is undoubtedly a kind of heavenly book for people like Yubihama who strive to use emoji even for text messages.

If it was under the snow, I might not be able to hide it, but today because of the tennis court incident, that guy seemed to realize his mistake and left the room early. Only Yubihama took the trouble to stay in the classroom and talk to me, a rotten guy. But it's time for her to go back.

So Yubihama didn't think too much about it, but shook his head very freely, made a gesture of worship and turned to leave.

As a result, there was only one person left in the room.

"Sure enough, I'm still used to ...... like this"

Then he put the book over his face and waited quietly for time to pass.

I am an outlier.

I know this better than anyone else. When others are laughing, I laugh too. When others are sad, I grieve with them. But that's undoubtedly not my emotion.

I don't understand why they laugh so much, and I don't understand why they grieve for what they do. These emotions are not as valuable to me as words. Words can be exchanged for spirit and money, while meaningless sensibility is useless waste. If you have time to cry, it is better to get up and readjust your state, which is right.

But I found more and more of my own biases.

My thoughts seemed out of place with my surroundings. It's like throwing a person into a bad environment full of foreigners, even if there is an invisible barrier to protect oneself, but there is no way to integrate into it.

Just like today's tennis court incident, almost everyone felt that I should support that inexplicable duel. And after being stopped, even Yubihama felt that this behavior was wrong. But in practice, there is no doubt that it was the right choice. Teachers don't like the presence of a poor society among students, and schools don't like this lack of order. By all accounts, my choice was the right thing to do.

So what exactly went wrong?

Just do a simple self-answer to test it.

"First question, is it my fault?"

No.

There is no doubt about it.

No matter how I think about it, I am not wrong, and no matter where I think about it, my actions are correct.

"The second question is, is the behavior of Hayato Hayato and the others correct?"

No.

Again, there is no doubt about it.

Their actions are incorrect in every sense of the word. It is not right to challenge the inherent order of others just for the sake of one's own amusement. Being counterattacked is a matter of course and a matter of course.

"The third question is, is Yuhihama and Yukishita's behavior correct?"

Still no.

They originally stood on the basis of justice and morality, and there was no problem as long as they explained it. Ye Shan and others have to make inches, and naturally there will be management personnel. But under the snow, they chose to fight, which belongs to turning the victim's position into the opponent's position. Needless to say, this is a foolish act. It can even be said that in the real world, this kind of behavior is fatal.

Recklessness can always bring destruction, and reason can usher in the most rudimentary result. If you really use tennis to decide the winner or loser, then whether you win or lose, it will still be our side that will hinder, and even cause many subsequent effects, it is better to do it once and for all.

"The last question is, do they have any of them acting sensibly and rightly?"

There is only one answer.

"Nope."

So what is it that causes me to be blamed?

"It's because their default rules are completely different from mine. They're still students, but I'm not just a student. So there is a decisive difference in our thinking. ”

I wondered why I came here in the first place?

"Start correcting other people's biases and understand your own state."

Got it?

"Sure enough...... There's still no way to be friends with them. ”

So the answer has been revealed.

I gently took the book off and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The answer is yes.

I didn't think of Snow Under the Snow as a special existence, and I didn't think of Yui Yui Yubihama as a special existence. To me, they're all about it. There is no tolerance, no preference, just simply treating them as a kind of people.

For me, Yukino under the snow, Yui Yuhihama, Yumiko Miura, Hayato Hayato, and Ayaka Totsuka, these people are exactly the same type. It's a different species from me. That's why I pushed them all to the guillotine without discrimination, so Yubihama would speak out despicable, and he would go out to fight under the snow, instead of waiting calmly.

Because for these two people, it's not just a matter of the pitch in their eyes.

It's a problem on another level that I can't understand.

I still don't have a way to understand this.

I don't care about any of that at all.

I'm not going to show up on my own because of such a small thing, and I'm not going to get involved in them because of their conflict. For me, loneliness is almost instinctive, it's nature. Not engaging in conflict or communication with anyone at all, or minimizing communication is what I should do. That's what I'm doing, too. That's why I'm being blamed.

Because I only have me.

"Maybe that's why the editor says what I write has no soul? Ahh ”

He stretched his waist, tucked his things into his bag, and pulled the door open.

Looking back at the room, in the last little afterglow of the sun that had set, this small room seemed to have a different taste. Compared to the space where there was only one person at the beginning, it seemed to be filled with something.

If you look closely, you can see the cover of the novel placed here under the snow, and the cat-shaped exterior on it is obvious. There are also some trinkets brought by Hihama that are embellished on the doors and door plates of the rooms. There are also some bits and pieces of garbage inside the bins, which have not been cleaned. There were also a few coffee cans that I had drunk up, and the smell of people was everywhere.

I took a deep breath into the small space of the Ministry of Ministers, and several figures flashed through my mind.

“…… Good night, Ministry of Ministry. ”

Then the door was closed.