(The first more ~ by the way, I found one thing.,My code word speed and style are actually related to what song I listen to.,I've been listening to the MAD of station B recently.,The result is super slow and super bloody.,It looks like you have to pay more attention to what songs you should listen to when you write novels in the future.。 Nima almost got people hugging me when she wrote about the main station, which scared me...... Facts have proved that songs can affect the thinking and emotions of normal human beings, I hope you will pay more attention, this world is too terrible. It's definitely not that I wrote that because I had a brain cramp recently, it's just that my heart is tired from listening to songs. Please feel free to worry. ）

What Mr. Hiratsuka told me, I probably couldn't understand until the very least. All I can understand is the fact that at the same time that I was poked in the sore spot, I probably poked the sore spot under the snow more often, so I guess sore.

But so what? It's already too late for everything. When I showed up in class with a bandaged face, there wasn't even a splash of water. The creatures I call classmates, but who are in fact completely extradimensional, don't even have the slightest interest in looking at me. However, the representative of the Chinese language class gave me a reassuring smile.

What is she reassured about? I don't understand.

I just silently walked to my place, then sat down and quietly looked out the window.

'Yamato! Yesterday I bet on Yamato! In that case, I'm both complete! ’

'Die, you Europeans, how do you let us Africans live?' ’

'Tsk, what kind of ship woman to play, Dongfang is great. ’

'Let's let the East be commercialized first. ’

'What do you say?!' ’

The few dead houses in the class are discussing the games that have been very popular recently, which makes most of the girls in the class involuntarily show disgusted looks. And the rest of the men also showed a yearning look, but they turned their faces as if to maintain their power position, and the girls showed a look of disgust. The hard look made me sweat.

It's really distressing, it's so funny, but you can't stand together and communicate. The caste system and the coterie are so cruel that as long as there is a label on it, then the label will follow for quite a long time. It's the same for everyone.

Listening to the conversation between the classmates and whether I had the same conversation with or without me, I continued to look out the window.

Isn't that cruel? Even if a classmate is injured, he won't pay attention.

Anyway, I'm also a classmate, and I don't even have a word of questioning, so I'm really indifferent.

These people will definitely become a sound social animal when they grow up.

I sighed as I clutched my aching cheeks, and then looked out the window at the almost unchanging color.

Because it is in Class J of the preparatory class, the window is also facing the playground with good lighting, and the design is not too dazzling in the sunlight. It's just that it will just bring a warm color to this class, splashing on the body like golden sand.

Behind me, I sat there quietly reading her novels under the snow. Maupassant's balls of mutton fat kept flipping through her hands, her white fingers touching the yellowed pages, blowing them in the breeze. The old man on the title page also seemed to soothe his expression slightly in the hands of the beautiful girl, and he looked peaceful.

What do other people think?

I don't want to understand it at all.

In other words, even if you want to understand, it is impossible. Whatever I do, I'm doomed. I didn't really want to do anything. It's just that he's constantly hovering in failure.

If I abandon the identity of the younger sister of Yukino under the snow, what does the existence of Yukino under the snow mean to me? Is she my friend? Obviously not, she doesn't have a good relationship with me at all. So is she my enemy? It can't be talked about at all, it's just that we don't have the same opinions with each other. So as I said at the beginning, is she my opponent?

I'm sure I didn't think about it for a minute.

I've always treated her like a child. I just think she doesn't understand anything.

So let's review it carefully, what do I know more than Kiya Hachiman about the snow under the snow?

Aside from the fact that she's the younger sister of Yono under the snow, except that she's the second in the school year, apart from her bits and pieces of things that everyone knows, what do I think of the person who is under the snow?

Looking at that dignified and dignified appearance, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

But either way, it's too late. After all, it was already a punch like that. If there was any room for it before, then this last punch is undoubtedly a verdict. The game is no longer played, the table is lifted, and personal anger has surpassed the rules of the game. It's like a person who gets angry when playing a game.,Start PK directly against real people.。

In that case, you don't have to play. It just so happens that today is supposed to be a matter of changing seats. Ah, I hope I'm still a beautiful girl after the swap. It's not as high quality as under the snow, just plain.

However, this kind of thinking is probably just an extravagant hope.

"Teacher, I have something."

"Huh? Is there anything wrong with you? Than Qigu-san? ”

I raised my hand to the bespectacled middle-aged male teacher who walked in with a briefcase in his hand. The teacher looked at me with some surprise and subconsciously pushed my glasses. It seems to be confusing what happened to me, a student who has always been very honest.

After all, my current identity is a quiet school year first, and it is normal to have a little prestige in the teacher. Since such a quiet child is willing to ask questions on his own, the teacher should also consider my request a little bit. The bonus points of good students are enough to deter in the school environment.

I sighed softly and looked at the teacher in front of me and said what I wanted.

"I'm asking for a change, teacher. Because my classmates under the snow behind me are so attractive, those people keep coming to me to ask about relationships, and I can't study hard at all. So I'm applying to be transferred out of this position and replaced by another person? ”

“……”

As if dropping an atomic bomb, the class fell silent for a moment, staring blankly at me standing there.

"Ah...... Is that so? ”

As if he hadn't thought about this possibility at all, the teacher subconsciously raised his eyes and responded a little sluggishly.

Even my classmates looked at me as I stood up with a look of disbelief on their faces, looking at me as if they were a fool or a hero. Especially the boy's face is almost full of words of approval like 'you guy, this guy is definitely a gentleman'. It seems that in their eyes, the absence of any opposite sex in front of the goddess is a victory.

Look, as long as you choose, everyone will warm up to you. The boys looked like heroes, and the girls' attitudes softened. Under the guidance of the teacher, I gradually packed up my things and switched places with a girl against the wall.

However, I don't know if it's an illusion, I seem to hear a self-deprecating chuckle coming from behind me.

“…… Swindler. ”

I was moving things, and I didn't hear it.