(This chapter emphatically states that this is Hikiya Hachiman, who has another memory and the boundary between the world, and has nothing to do with the original junior high school black history.) It is a black history deduced from another angle. In other words, from now on, Lao Tzu wants to create original black history! The first update, ask for recommendation votes~~~!! ）

When a person begins to have power, he needs to inherit the corresponding responsibility.

No one can live alone in the world. Even if you hide in the jungle, you still need a supply of plants and animals. Even if you live in a cave, you still have to carve out the mountains to live in. This is the seizure of man.

When man no longer has any heart to provide, it is a crumb that is inferior to a wild beast. They don't know what gratitude is, and they don't know where their lives come from. They will only cry in the face of death like pigs and dogs, such people are people without faith, garbage, crumbs, a bunch of rotten things crawling on the ground. They can't be called people.

It's just a bunch of walking dead. ’

At the beginning of the website provided by Hikiya Komachi, there is a pitch-black animation. In the darkness, these words gradually emerged from the background, and with that cold and resolute BGM, there was quite an infectious charm.

“…… What is it? ”

Under the snow, he pulled the towel he was draping on, and looked at the subtitles scrolling on it with some hesitation.

As soon as she took a shower, she walked straight to the computer desk and typed in the URL, but unlike what she expected, the site didn't seem to be just a blog. He looked more like some kind of propaganda website, with a shocking force in it. Just from the previous paragraph, you can know that this is definitely not a formal place.

But to be honest, under the snow, there is also a kind of acknowledgment of the ideas expressed in this text. Capable people naturally bear the corresponding responsibility, and those who want to escape are nothing more than cowards and ruthless and unrighteous people, which is the correct argument.

But why would you find that guy's past here?

Xue Xia lifted the teacup with one hand, and moved the mouse with the other hand to cancel the animation, and clicked into this somewhat strange website.

The next thing that appeared on the screen made Xue Xia raise his eyebrows and lean forward slightly. I didn't even care if the towel fell off my body.

"Brother~Brother~ Look here, look at the camera~'

A shaky image appears on the pages of the website, as if someone is adjusting the viewing angle. Vaguely, it can be seen that it seems to be photographing someone's living room. Just from the corner of the picture, you can see a figure of a person lying in front of the desk and writing something. And the voice in the background is also familiar under the snow.,It's the guy's sister.,That Hikiya Komachi.。

So it's obvious who the person who is writing at the desk is.

'Komachi, didn't I tell you not to interfere with my work all the time? If this data is wrong, there will be a big problem with the festival. When the whole school is going to laugh at your brother, at least give me some quiet time, right? ’

"But school homework is to record the life of the family~'

Wouldn't it be nice to go to your father or mother in that case? ’

'Don't! I'm going to see my brother! ’

'Ah...... Okay, too. But hurry up, right? I'm still a little busy. Is it okay in an hour? ’

The person behind the desk raised his head and pushed his glasses, and said to the camera with a doting expression.

The moment I saw my face under the snow, I almost stopped breathing.

Hikiya Hachiman.

The person who is gentle on the screen and smiles gently at the camera is undoubtedly the one who is Hachiman Hikiya.

With dead fish eyes.,Almost hostile to everyone.,I don't care about everything.,Not to mention showing anything than Kiya Hachiman.。

Although the person in the lens wears a pair of black-framed flat glasses, his eyes are not dead fish eyes, and the edges and corners are also a little immature, and he looks extremely gentle, but he is undoubtedly the same Hikiya Hachiman.

However, Hikiya Hachiman in this shot has a different look.

Even in front of the camera, the pen in his hand kept signing something on the document on the desktop.

The camera also happened to be on the table, and there was a large number of figures on it that made me feel dizzy even under the snow.

But the person who was suspected of being Hachiman did not hesitate to revise and annotate on it, flipped through the filings next to him from time to time, and made notes on the bills and statements one by one. That terrible efficiency even makes one wonder if it's human.

"Then then~ brother, Komachi is going to ask the first question~'

'Well, just ask. ’

The man nodded, stamping the document with a red stamp.

So, Komachi's first question ~ Brother, what are you doing now? Can you tell Komachi? Komachi is really curious now~'

Isn't that already said? Revision and collation of cultural festival data. ’

"But why do you want my brother to do this~ There are teachers and other classmates~'

Because I have this ability, and I have this identity. So I need to take my own responsibility. If everyone is shirking their responsibilities, then who will really start the cultural festival? Isn't that a mess? At least I'll do everything I can. Even if other people don't work, then someone should take care of it. ’

'Huh...... Isn't that unfair to my brother? Are you a junior high school student? Is it really okay for those people to leave their jobs to a junior high school student? Komachi: I'm worried about my brother, what you're like at school, eh......'

'There is no correlation between age and ability. If you shirk the problems you face because of your age, you're just a weakling. ’

Hachiman, who was sitting in the chair, pushed his glasses and smiled proudly.

"There are so many people in history who have made a career at a young age, and your brother also wants to leave a piece of history in this world." Although it feels good to have an average result and die in obscurity, I am not the kind of person who has no dignity. Your brother and I want to be a man who will go down in history. It's rare to have a resume and insight that surpasses that of your peers, so wouldn't it be a shame not to take this opportunity to do something? It's a waste of talent, but even God will cry. ’

Hachiman, who was sitting in the chair, smiled gently, reached out and touched the top of the camera. Then he pushed his glasses in Komachi's dissatisfied muttering, turned his gaze back to the table, and began to work.

This part of the film came to an abrupt end.