Lost Narrative Poetry

"...Are you still willing to look at my works again?"

Zaimokuza Yoshiki's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Although it took him a long time to regain his composure after his resurrection, no one expected that his first words would be like this, so many people thought they heard him wrong.

"Are you a masochist?"

Yuigahama Yui didn't know what she was thinking. She leaned back slightly in her seat and stared at Zaimokuza with disgust, as if to say, "Go to hell, pervert."

"You've been criticized so badly that you still want to continue writing?" Hikigaya Hachiman's eyes twitched, and he was a little confused as to what this guy was thinking.

"Of course. The comments were really harsh, and it made me think that I might as well just die. I wouldn't be popular with the opposite sex anyway, and I have no friends. It should be said that I hope everyone except me will die."

Zaimokuza Yoshiki nodded and said this without concealing his thoughts.

For a moment, Hikigaya felt his heart heat up, and it seemed to have aroused a deep resonance. He stood up and clenched his fists, about to blurt out the thoughts of Yoshiteru Zaibokuza, the spiritual leader.

That's right! That’s it, it’s so right!

Fortunately, he reacted in time, controlled himself with great perseverance, and did not really blurt out.

"Stay home?" Yuigahama Yui looked curiously at Hikigaya Hachiman who suddenly stood up. She didn't quite understand why he was so excited. Could it be because the pervert said something too much and was ready to go up and beat him up?

"Nothing..." Hikigaya Hachiman sat back on the chair silently.

Zaimuzha also glanced at him, and then continued talking to himself——

"But, even so, I'm still very happy. It's a great thing to let others read the works I wrote because I like it, and then hear their thoughts. Although I don't know how to describe this feeling... But I’m really happy.”

"Even if what you say is not a good thing at all?" Xia Ran looked into his eyes and asked.

"Yes, isn't it just to share your works with others?" Yoshiki Zaimokuza clenched his fists seriously and said this proudly.

"Nonsense..." Xia Ran sighed and said in a low voice, so low that only Yukinoshita next to him could hear it.

Seeing the girl looking at him, he continued to explain in a low voice:

"I don't know how many people scold me on my homepage every day, but I don't feel happy at all... This guy doesn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, or he thinks that the four of us now have The review was already the hardest thing to accept, and he couldn't imagine it could get any worse."

Yukinoshita: "..."

"I'll bring it over after I finish writing my new work."

Finally, after Zaimuzha said these words, he turned around and left the activity room of the service department with his head held high. Maybe it was because he was really bold this time, even the action of closing the door vigorously seemed to be shining.

Even if it is twisted, naive, and unreasonable, as long as it can be implemented consistently, it must be correct. If you change easily when others deny you, then something of that level is definitely not worthy of being called a "dream" or "self."

Therefore, the wood base does not need to be changed.

——Except for his uncomfortable aspects, such as the serious chuunibyou disease and the overly in-depth role-playing.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, many students on the sports field are sweating their youth. The gentle wind blows slowly, no longer having the slight coolness of spring, but starting to bring the heat of early summer.

However, the time has just entered May, and the weather has not become too hot all of a sudden. As long as it is not crazy, like Zaimokuza Yoshiteru, wearing a winter coat and gloves at this time .

Then there is no risk of heatstroke.

Speaking of which, Zaimuzhao has not fallen down yet. Perhaps it is because the willpower brought by the soul of the second soul supports him to resist the erosion of the heat and heat?

After all, he said, "The coat is a piece of equipment that protects the body from miasma. It was originally one of my twelve artifacts. When I was reincarnated into this world, I specially changed it into the form that best suits this body." The half-finger glove is one of the twelve artifacts I inherited from my previous life. It is a special gauntlet that can shoot diamond steel wires. In order to operate it freely, the fingertips are deliberately exposed."...

It sounded very advanced. Whether it was attack power or defense power, it was probably gold-level equipment. Xia Ran was amazed. He was willing to believe that under the protection of this magical equipment, Zaimuzuo Yihui will not be defeated by the coming summer.

The activity room has returned to quiet, or relatively quiet, except that Zaimokuza Yoshiki made too much noise before, whether it was pretending to be heroic, laughing, exaggerated screams, or rolling around on the ground. Go, the sound of hitting the wall and knocking over the chair...

So after he left, the activity room naturally became relatively quiet.

Yukinoshita picked up her book as always, Xia Ran lay lazily on the table, and the other two were having a normal conversation, talking about some incomprehensible topics.

"Well... let me tell you, why are you here?"

First, Hikigaya questioned why Yuigahama was working harder than him and frequently came to the service department to sign in these days.

"Huh? Well...because I have a lot of free time today."

Yuigahama Yui said casually, not thinking there was anything wrong with her appearance here, probably because it was too natural, so there seemed to be nothing wrong.

""where"? Who can understand that? Is it a Hiroshima accent? "Hikigaya Hachiman narrowed his eyes slightly, his attention subtly wandering off.

"I'm from Chiba, okay."

"Hmph, do you think you can be called a Chiba native just because you were born in Chiba?" Hikigaya was a little disdainful and seemed noncommittal to her answer.

"I have no idea what you are talking about..." Yuigahama-san tilted his head.

"Take the call! The first question is, what is the name of internal bleeding caused by a bruise?"

"Blue mole!"

"Tsk, that's right. I didn't expect you to understand Chiba dialect... So for the second question, what is the most important side dish in the lunch?"

“Miso fried peanuts!”

"Eh? Are you really a native of Chiba..." Hikigaya Hachiman frowned, feeling as if he had made a mistake.

"Didn't I say it? I am from Chiba!" Yuigahama Yui put her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"What are they talking about?" Yukinoshita next to her held her forehead and sighed. She was already a little depressed from staying up late, and she didn't even have the energy to be angry with Xia Ran. Now I feel even more headache because of the conversation between these two people.

Someone lying on the table said lazily: "I don't know... maybe they are communicating with each other using poisonous electric waves, and are saying something we don't know through the unique communication method of the Chiba people?"

"Even you don't know?"

"I don't know, it's normal. I'm not from Chiba... Is it normal to not understand Qianba?" Such a bizarre thing?

"Ahem, what are you talking about poisonous radio waves? This statement makes me feel offended... This is just a Chiba-dori witty question and answer session. Specifically, the questions range from Matsudo to Choshi." Hikigaya Hachiman He coughed and replied.

"Is this too short?"

Xia Ran lay motionless.

"Huh? Really? How about going from Sawara to Tateyama?"

"That's a vertical leap..."

Xia Ran was still lying motionless.

"Wait a minute, just hearing a place name, you immediately know the specific location...you don't know Chiba?" Yukinoshita Yukino frowned, staring at someone who seemed to be in poor condition, always feeling that something was wrong. .

"Hmm? Isn't this common sense? I just don't understand the more in-depth customs and other things, but I have memorized all the geographical knowledge, just like memorizing the geography of the whole world... Don't you Did you do this?"

Xia Ran raised her head with a look of surprise on her face, as if she thought this was something that everyone could do.

"..."

"..."

Cold scene halo! start up!

After a long time, Yuigahama Yui wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said with a shaken smile: "Xia Ran really likes to joke. How is it...possible...that you can do this..."

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Hikigaya Hachiman also had a pair of dead fish eyes, looking like "a passenger suddenly lost his dream", and said in a dry tone:

"As long as a man remembers 1, he can survive..."

The two always felt that there was a sudden and deep sense of frustration in terms of IQ. For a moment, it seemed that not only study, but also life had lost its meaning, and they did not know the meaning of their usual efforts.

"Yeah?"

Yukinoshita's eyes were full of suspicion, as if she was wondering why such a person was still alive. Shouldn't he have been beaten to death long ago?

"Ah... Well, I'm going to buy a bottle of drink. Yukinoshita-san, can you give me my mobile phone first?" Xia Ran stood up and hammered his palms. He finally thought of something from just now to now. Seems like a good excuse.

"Why do you need to bring your mobile phone when buying drinks?" The girl glanced at the mobile phone that had been in her hand since before, showing a lack of interest.

"This... scan the QR code to pay?"

"It's a pity that such a payment method has not been fully popularized in Japan for the time being. The vending machines in our school can only accept cash."

Tsk, the battle failed.

However, Xia Ran was not too discouraged. He mainly wanted to make sure that the other party had calmed down and revealed the previous incident... With a helpless smile, he left the classroom directly.

"Speaking of which, why does this guy seem to be in a bad state today..."

After Xia Ran closed the door and went out, Yukinoshita frowned and looked at Yuigahama Yui.

"Yugahama-san, when you copied that novel last night, did you also give him a copy?"

She had noticed it before, and she could have cared less about it, but when it came to what happened last night, she subconsciously wanted to confirm it.

"No, he has already read it, so I didn't copy his copy... But classmate Xia Ran said that he didn't sleep all night last night, and I don't know why he stayed up late..."

Yuigahama Yui thought for a while and gave this answer.

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at the same time.

As soon as Xia Ran went down to the second floor, she heard a familiar voice coming from a classroom in the corridor on one side. She was saying something excitedly. Then she was retorted by another girl's voice with even more shocking momentum. return.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Lun Ye, you guy... you can't do it if you ask me to hand over my character before the end of the month, absolutely impossible!"

"Grass... sketches are fine too!"

"Don't call it a sketch! I can't even draw a stick figure! I haven't even drawn one page of this month's serial! You idiot!"

Xia Ran silently glanced at the classroom. It seemed to be used as an art classroom. After all, the special building was originally a collection of activity rooms for many clubs and was not exclusively used by the service department.

He had no interest in exploring what happened and continued walking down the stairs... The so-called familiarity must be an illusion. He didn't know anyone called "Lun Ye" at all.