"Knocked down from upstairs! Knocked down from upstairs! ”

As soon as the exclamated classmates ran upstairs, they instantly ran down like a swarm. Pushing and shouting, like children waiting for firecrackers in a temple fair.

Expecting the explosion of firecrackers, but afraid of the firecrackers themselves.

Do they like to fight, or do they not like to fight? Maybe it's just like to watch the fun.

"Fights."

I bent down to pick up the phone that fell on the ground, and the noise seemed to have nothing to do with me.

Although unspeakable thoughts rose in my mind for a moment when I heard the noise, I was no longer in the mood to chase any pleasure or think about other people's affairs.

Fighting or something, it's not something worth watching and frolicking at all. That's just a way for the ignorant to the fearless to vent their feelings.

They are not for revenge, nor are they for the continuation of life. Isn't the battle of youth such a meaningless thing?

Looking for those so-called sense of identity, looking for those so-called catharsis, it is better to concentrate on doing something that you should do.

Even though I thought so, and wished I didn't care about other people's lives, I took a step out of the classroom.

。。。。。。

The bustling crowd, screaming and discussing, pushed me away little by little.

The onlookers who ran outward, one by one, hit me on the shoulder. I drifted like fallen leaves in the ocean called the crowd.

Even though I was knocked to the ground, even though I stumbled through the crowd, I still moved towards the place where everyone was hiding. It's like those who are ignorant to the point of fearlessness, chasing after what they are stupid and shouldn't be pursuing.

"Why go there?"

I put my hands in front of me to prevent my classmates from knocking me down in the opposite direction.

"I always feel like I have to do something."

Thinking like this, I was pulled by my school uniform from behind.

Turning around, Watson looked at me worriedly. His hand, which was more immature than a girl's, gripped the hem of my clothes tightly and refused to let go at all.

"Why go there?"

Watson's worried gaze seemed to ask the same question.

"I always feel like I have to do something."

Gently pulling Watson's hand away, I turned around and calmly moved on.

There are fewer and fewer classmates around me, and my steps are becoming more and more determined. Step by step, step on the solid floor, and forge your own way through the noisy crowd.

"Fuck you!!"

"Stuff your mother!!"

。。。

The vulgar roar has gradually become clear. Those fists hit the flesh, and the sound of ping-pong didn't fall into the ears at all.

It's been so close.

As long as you walk past a dozen more classmates, and then walk through the corner of the corridor, you can fully see those people.

But why should I go there?

Yes.

That's right.

I must be hoping to fight, right? Because I know that fighting is a bad thing, I don't want others to fight.

I think I must be in that mood.

Why else would I come here to join in the fun? This kind of thankless work, something that will get into trouble, I would never want to do.

Rest assured.

It's definitely not because I'm in a bad mood, so I want to take advantage of the chaos to fight and vent my irritability.

I'm not the kind of person who just vents, I'm just a high school student who wants to live an ordinary life.

"Huh"

A table leg flew out from the other end of the corner, grazing the tip of my nose and falling downstairs.

"Bang!!"

A chair slammed into the railing of the hallway, shattering into several pieces.

"Giggles"

I squeezed my fist slightly, my knuckles popping through the air. Then he took a step and crossed the corner that separated me from them.

Merely.

The brawl that appeared in front of my eyes was not a scene where I could vent. On the contrary, it was a scene that made me more painful and unrelieved.

Ellie's right hand was tightly wrapped in white gauze, and red blood slowly spread on the gauze. She had a hideous face, more vicious than ever. Fiercely, swing your fist out with all your might.

"Death for the old lady!!"

Roaring, standing on the bottom floor of the stairs, facing dozens of bad juniors. She flinched, like a leopard, once again pounced on her foe.

Her bloody fists drew bright red trajectories in my sight. It was as if she was fighting against the sharp blade of fate, crushing all those in her heart who hoped to defeat.

Even if she doesn't know why those high school juniors have become her enemies.

But she may be like that; Just move forward according to your own ideas, and without hesitation, hit the people with fists of the difficulties in front of you.

"Ai... Beautiful? ”

I should have vented my irritability unscrupulously, but I was frozen in place because of Ellie's figure.

“！！！”

Hearing my voice, Ellie was stunned for a moment, then looked back at me in surprise. There was joy in her eyes, but more of the pain in her heart.

"!!"

The senior who held the chair smashed the chair in his hand down to Ellie. The wooden chair that was supposed to help me read made a trail in the air and slammed it into Ellie's back, who was looking back at me.

"Be careful!"

I didn't want to think about why Elle was here, and she was fighting with these high school juniors. The muscles in my calves tensed, and I threw myself at Ellie.

Can't let Elle get hurt.

It's the only thought that comes to my mind, and it's the thought I've had since that night.

"Bang!!"

A dull thud rang out in my face.

But the noise wasn't from the chair, or from knocking Elle over. Just the sound of Ellie's fist hitting me in the face.

"Get out!"

Under my bewildered gaze, Elle scolded fiercely, and then punched me in the face again.

"Plop"

With Ellie's powerful punch, I was knocked to the floor in confusion. I didn't understand what I was doing wrong, and I told Elle to punch me again.

Elle in sight is still lonely against those high school juniors. She clenched her teeth when she was hit by a chair, punching again and again, and being knocked back again and again.

Why would she do such a thing?

I didn't get up when I fell to the ground, not because I couldn't get up, but because I didn't understand what I was going to stand up for.

My mind was full of that question, the burning pain in my cheeks, tingling my nerves, and stinging my heart.

Really..

I'm not destined for Elle anymore, are we?

Looking at the ceiling of the corridor in confusion, thinking silently, I slowly shed tears.

The juniors knocked Ellie downstairs little by little. No one paid attention to me on the floor, and no one took a second look. And Ellie just clenched her blood-stained fist, kept waving, waving, and disappearing from my field of vision with those high school juniors.

Alas..

Her fist.

Why is it so powerful?

Hit in the face, but it seems that even the heart hurts.

Alas.