(Because of this and that, I'm sorry for the delay.) In short, the second volume ended successfully, I hope you can like it~)

To be honest, the positioning of the powerhouses in this world is very vague.

For today's students, it may be that they have many friends, very good academic performance, contacts with people outside the school, and powerful families, then they can be regarded as a top powerhouse. This is also known as the high caste.

And the rest of those who have no ability and no ideas are naturally the so-called low caste.

In fact, such a plan is very unscientific.

No, it's quite different.

In many cases, strength and weakness are not judged by others.

For example, a person who looks very powerful and incomparable on the surface, but in fact he has a place in his heart that is about to be shattered. Is such a person strong or weak?

Another example is that a person is no different from garbage on the surface, but his inner steadfastness is comparable to the strongest steel plate in the world. No one could touch his soul or even make his thoughts tremble. Can this kind of superficial waste wood also be called weak? I don't think this kind of person can be called weak.

On the contrary, they are at the top of the strong sequence.

Can you say they're weak and pitiful? Immersed in his own world, he can't extricate himself, and is even spit on and disgusted by others. But in their worldly realm, there are no people who spurn him, only the existence he wants to see.

Can this be called pitiful? Because I didn't even care, I can't talk about pitiful.

I never cared about what others thought, never cared about what others thought, and just acted according to my own ideas.

Warrior.

I can't find any adjectives other than warriors.

If you think about it carefully, don't almost all of those middle and second diseases have the courage that others can't match?

Ignoring everyone's opinions, he carried out his own ideas on his own. Use your own strength to make props that look shoddy or intricate, or say those lines that you can't look at directly to create panic in the academy.

What kind of posture would this kind of talent be put into society?

Rabies.

A rabid dog that can't be killed, can't be beaten, and has no way to stop him except to take his life.

He will use everything at his disposal to make things that are beneficial to him, and will not be bound by anything ethical or moral, and will only act on his own ideas with one mind. They don't want to be out of shape just because they are outnumbered, and they have a detailed set of almost terrifying settings and specifications in their minds that drive them to the next goal.

This is the so-called social version of the second disease.

See, what kind of monster will that thing that everyone hates become when those childish things are extracted? What remains is a devil that no one can resist.

Even ordinary people can burst out with terrifying power when they are cornered, so what can these fearless people do? They are in a state of desperation almost all the time, and each of them has their own obsessive path. Here they are, at this time, what they can do is almost infinite. Each of them is equivalent to the most terrifying person in this society. Even those who have been in business for years bow their heads to these young people.

Because they know very well what these young people mean with their strength and obsession.

In the same way, I can realize what kind of obsession they have.

And when that obsession takes on a physical form, almost no one can refuse the request of such a person.

Because, it's so shameful.

"Please, great teacher! Please teach me how to write a novel! ”

The fat man fell to his knees in front of me and shouted in a loud voice that could be heard throughout the school.

"I'm so sorry! In the past, I was too superficial to understand the guidance given to me by the great teacher! But after a night of thinking, I have decided on my own path, so please ask the teacher to answer my questions! ”

The head of the timber seat slammed to the ground with a thud.

Hey, do you want that? A dead fat man kneeling in front of him or something disgusting? If it's a super beautiful girl, you can still think about it.,But who wants a dead otaku or something? Especially a fat-eyed house, no one will like such a guy, right? And if I'm with this guy, my reputation will drop a lot, even though it's already negative.

'Huh? Who's that? ’

I don't know what to say, it looks disgusting. ’

'Let's go. ’

As expected, there seemed to be voices like this around me that made my reputation decline rapidly.

By the way, judging by the voice, the disgusting that the girl was referring to was not just one person, but me and the two people. If two undesirable people stay together, then the disgusting index will also rise exponentially.

I don't care about these things, but what is this sad feeling......

"Anyway, you want to learn to write?"

Shaking my head to clear all the messy thoughts out of my mind, I questioned as I looked at the timber seat on my knees.

He seems to be serious, so I can't just fool him with anything. Because I don't want to do that, and the timber seat is not worth it at all. Again, if he asks for help, I will help, and the rest will not be counted.

At the end of the day, I didn't even think about what this guy would achieve. He may simply want to go further, or simply because it's fun. After all, no one knows what the second middle school thinks about it. But he knelt down here and called for help, even if he had a small idea, it was a matter of course, and I wouldn't care about that.

So when he shouted in a voice that shook the entire school building, 'Coach, I want to write a novel,' I wasn't surprised at all.

It's better to take it for granted.

That's why Yoshiki Kizuza is that kind of person.

But anyway, it's what bothers me after that.

That's right, because what happened after this incident was what made me feel embarrassed.

I believe that people who have a good memory will not forget the bet between a beauty and you, and I am the same.

The girl who always has a cold face, her eyes are as sharp as a blade, and she has an awe-inspiring aura like the Snow Girl in myths and legends. That's why I feel distressed.

"You seem to see the end, Yukino under the snow. I'm a little surprised. ”

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I seem to underestimate the spirit of others.

For this or that ridiculous reason, I lost.

Lose everything.

But it made me even happier.

Because at this moment I can be sure that there is no one in this world who is a chess player.

Everyone is a pawn on a chessboard. Just influencing other people according to their own ideas, influencing themselves. It's just intimidating yourself, threatening yourself, and making your brain afraid of your own strength.

What you see does not mean that it is true, and what you describe does not mean that it is correct. What is speculated from the subjective is always subjective, and no one acknowledges it. Things that want to be self-assertive are always self-asserted, and there are no exceptions.

So there is no real chess player.

There is no real shady scene.

These are just farces intertwined by the youth of each person. And this stage of youth is not just intertwined with that memorial. After that, more farce awaits us.

"Lost, classmate over there."

"Xiao Qi, you're really sad when you're in the hallway, I'm a little angry!"

I had expectations for that kind of farce.

(End of Volume II)

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