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It's raining.

It's not the pouring rain, it's the haze that makes people wet and cold. Dense raindrops like feet formed a gray curtain outside the window, and the cold and indifferent atmosphere gradually seeped in from the lead-gray clouds outside the window.

Because of the environment, people have also begun to be lazy. Although the current charging group is still discussing something in full swing, it can be seen from the way they fiddle with their mobile phones from time to time that they are just talking for the sake of maintaining a dialogue. There is no special meaning, and there is no happy affection.

'It's raining...... People don't bring umbrellas? What can I do? ’

'Borrow it from your boyfriend?' I've always been kind and loving. ’

"What's the matter, it's just a very ordinary relationship~'

It's just that this kind of daily conversation can make people feel moldy, 'It's really raining', how to say, should it be said that it is worthy of the current charge? Even in the face of this uncomfortable dense rain, it can quickly be linked to love.

I don't have that kind of talent...... How can we communicate with people normally? Don't they have to figure out each other's thoughts? Don't you have to move with other people's ideas? Aren't human beings a pathetic creature that produces evil thoughts if they don't go their way? Why are you so happy with a lie?

The girl who was laughing had a crush on another girl's boyfriend. And the other girl also knows this. But he still didn't hesitate to take it.

This kind of thing really happens quite often.

It is precisely because I know that I have to deliberately bring it over and show it to others. To take the envy and pain of others as spiritual food, in exchange for a pleasure that is far greater than some primitive acts. This twisted view can be seen everywhere.

Everyone has been through this experience, right? The things you like are presented in the hands of others, and that person, although he has a smug expression, says that it is nothing. Abuse your favorite things wantonly, torture without any scruples. The girls she likes are forced to smile in the arms of others, and the books and puppets she wants are discarded without mind.

I'm sure everyone should remember what their smiles were like at that time, right? In that sunny classroom, the ugly expression of everyone was revealed.

I'm laughing.

Everyone was laughing.

Because apart from laughing, there is no expression that can express the emotions of the time, right?

And your choice must be to smile humbly with the distorted smiles of those people, right? It's like kneeling down against a rule that you can't see, humble, flattering, and smiling with the others with a subtle face. Hide your emotions to the deepest depths.

Because I don't want to spoil this qiē. Compared to the unknown future, maintaining the status quo is the best choice. So even if you watch your beloved things gradually shatter, even if you watch your dignity gradually trampled on, you are all smiling humbly, catering to other people's ideas. Such a humble and realistic life.

Human beings are social creatures, and without social networks, they would be completely overwhelmed. Even the so-called dead house has countless means of communication on the Internet.

So, let's keep it as it is. Let this continue.

There is no courage to change, no determination to carry a qiē, fear of pain, fear of being alienated, fear of broken existing relationships, fear of being deprived of one's own life, fear of one's own fear, and even fear of a future that may be too wonderful.

That's it, there's nothing bad about it anyway, just spend every day like this. Yesterday was like this, the day before yesterday was like this, tomorrow was like this, the day after tomorrow was like this, so it has been so long, so it is not a big deal to endure it for a while. Numbly waiting for the so-called turning point to appear, until he didn't know the day when it would end.

There is no fun in life, the trajectory is immutable, as long as the character is there, what will happen next is almost predestined. It's like a joke of God.

"But I'm not going to change the world, because it's not the world's fault."

"What are you nervous about?"

"Because it's boring......"

"If you're bored, please die silently, don't disturb me, can you?"

Looking through the snow of the reference book, he glared at me disapprovingly from the position behind him. The fingertips are stained with a hint of dull color that is unique to oil-based pens. It can be seen how determined she is to revise, so much so that her own image is about to be discarded.

By the way, she still decided not to write a review herself. So the task of sending Mr. Hiratsuka was entrusted to me. I was in charge of writing the review, she studied, and worked together.

…… It's a hell of a cooperation, anyway, it's just that I'm suffering and she benefits.

What a soothing guy.

Turning the ballpoint pen in a large circle in the palm of my hand, I sighed and looked in the other direction.

Tsuruoka Mahiro, this two-faced beautiful girl is like she hasn't had the terrifying conversation in the morning, and she smiles and talks to the other girls who are not bad-looking. From time to time, a few chuckles or jokes can be heard from the crowd. It seemed that even the fine gray rain outside the window could not affect the nature of these people.

As if sensing my gaze, Tsuruoka Mahiro raised his head in the crowd, pushed his disguised eyes, smiled at me a little shyly, and naturally re-communicated with the others with a gentle expression.

So girls are definitely scary, right? I said those words in the morning, and now it's like I'm fine, it's terrifying, right? It's like the devil.

Or is it better to have no fear? Believe me, it's absolutely impossible to say it?

Then I can only say that she was right, I really dare not say.

Because there are a lot of things I really can't explain.

Rather, it's funny to explain.

I was the only victim of that car accident, and the guilt under the snow was at most guilt for me. It has no connection with Yubihama at all. Compared to me, who was already hospitalized, Yubihama was only a little frightened, except for the distance, she was no different from the onlookers at the time.

And other aspects are even more nonsense, saying what kind of bondage. As long as people live, they will definitely communicate, and as long as there is communication, there will be something to care about. As long as there is something to care about, then there will inevitably be so-called bondage.

It's just such a simple and correct fact, why do you have to associate it with such a dark place? I'll admit I used to be a scumbag, but how do I say that? The prodigal son does not change his money?

Ah, this could have been included in the review.

"But what did she mean by those words......

Leaning back in my chair and looking out at the gray world, I pondered the few messages that Mahiro Tsuruoka had revealed.

While I'm sure there's something wrong with her brain, I can't deny that Mahiro Tsuruoka's brain is probably spinning much faster than I thought. A lot of news that no one else knows, but she can easily say it.

From the point of view of idiot behavior, this guy is definitely a level worthy of the police. Although it is said that the police claim that a rich third-generation beautiful girl follows her every day, it sounds like a delusion of a dead house. But when this thing was really in front of me, I could feel the extraordinary abnormality of this guy Mahiro Tsuruoka.

She's definitely not the kind of person who has no purpose. I could see that, as she said, her actions were all aimed at directing me into the dark abyss. But she would never allow herself to fabricate anything, and everything she said was undoubtedly the real thing, it was true. However, it is a very delicate matter from what angle this truth should be judged and how this angle should be determined.

What is Chiba Feng, Kawasaki Sahi, and the fate of Yono under the snow? Is there any cruel war in a place I don't know? But who was on the field before that? And by what benchmark is the person on the field?

It's better to say that the meaning is completely unclear, is it the second disease? Although it is indeed the behavior of the second disease, this kind of behavior can be regarded as a sick child, and it is still a stalker.

But if you want to talk about a girl sitting in the clouds, it should be Komachi, right?

Could it be that she was also involved in something extraordinary?

At this time, the first thing you have to do as an older brother should be to kill all the competitors except Komachi, right? Definitely to take out everyone except Komachi to ensure Komachi's victory, well, there is no second option other than this method. Absolute.

"Then again, if you think about it, I think I'm pretty popular, right? From the various Cheng dù above. After all, so many people have talked to me......"

"Do you think talking to a convenience store clerk and talking to a ** are on the same level?"

"Not at all."

"That's it."

As if the study task was over, I squinted under the snow and stretched my body, and after a small movement of my muscles, he sat down in the chair and glanced at me with some disdain. It seems to have created a certain amount of doubt about my intelligence.

Actually, you can't blame me for thinking so, right? After all, boys are like that. As long as a girl talks to herself more in a certain period of time, she will have a kind of 'Ah, does she like me?' Such an illusion. Then I will open the confession theater in my head, and the next development, whether I want to accept or something.

So in the end, boys are just such creatures.,Compared to the scheming girls in the Tiantian Palace.,The things that boys think about are nothing more than killing and.。 I'm a boy, I'm proud.

"But I really hate the rain......"

Feeling the damp air around me, I leaned on the table and sighed. Staring blankly at the clouds outside the window.