Broken Personality Split Girlfriend

After leaving only these words, Mr. Yamazaki stood up and left, walking towards the cashier.

The cable broadcast, which started broadcasting as if it had run into the wrong shed, was filled with divine words of blessing.I see.That season is almost here.Merry Christmas.I muttered to myself and lowered my head.At least I can be sure that this is not the words I was looking for just now.

My short life as a writer came to an end in this way.

■

During the winter of the second year of high school, it was very similar to a sloth lying on a rope suspended in mid-air.

While clamoring that I will apply for the university entrance examination in another year, but I don't have such a personal feeling. As a result, I cling to the unbalanced status quo without accomplishing anything.Even though he knew he had to do something, his body didn't move.Embracing the sense of security and solidarity among fellow sloths through the absence of any action—this is the period.

"As soon as the weekend is over, the second semester will be over! After the second semester is over, it will be the new year! That is to say, if you sleep a few more times, you will be an examinee, an examinee! Those who have not submitted the employment survey form Guys need to be interviewed individually! Life is too short, yet so long! Don’t run away from your future!"

The class guide, Ms. Matsuoka, made a loud voice as usual and made a summary of the weekend class meeting.He is a good teacher.He upholds endless enthusiasm and leads us, who are lazy, to move forward.It is very suitable to be the tutor of high school second-year students like Wan Shuzhao.

At the same time as the bell rang to announce that school was over, the atmosphere relaxed in one breath.In the noisy and boiling classroom, the little Yuzu in the front seat turned to me with the chair.

"Xiao Tao is really nice."

With a leisurely tone, she leaned her cheek against my table.

The overly loose uniform sleeves fell limply to the corner of the table.

"You're only a high school student, so you made your debut. Your award-winning work is selling like crazy, right? Although I haven't watched it, it seems to be called Prince Weird and Princess So-and-so? It doesn't matter if you don't have to think about things after graduation. Concentrating on being a writer like this is really full of dreams."

She clung to the table as if it would just melt; she waved one hand back and forth in this position.What I hold in my hand is a blank questionnaire for further education and employment.

Our school is a complete middle school, and it is said to be one of the top high schools in the region.But I'm one of the few high school entry groups, so I'm not used to this kind of atmosphere.The person who will talk to me kindly is probably only Yuzu.

"It's like I haven't decided what I want to do in the future. I really envy people with goals. It's great to have special talents..."

Envious eyes crossed me from the far opposite bank.

As if instead of looking at me, I was looking at something else somewhere.

Things that don't exist in the normal world.Irregular category.something different from oneself.

That is——the existence of not ordinary people.

This label is amplified to expand explanations on various things.Because he is not an ordinary person, he is at the tail end of the dance class.Because I am not an ordinary person, I read books all the time.Because I am not an ordinary person, I became a light novel writer.Because he is not an ordinary person, even if he has few friends, he is helpless.

It's not a bad feeling to be able to get forgiveness in this way...until not too long ago, I thought so.

Yamazaki-san hasn't contacted me once since the day he received his farewell words at the cafe.The existence of a writer who cannot write a novel is as ambiguous as a cat in a box.Once the editor closes the box lid, there will be no singing.Cut off from the real world, where no one in this world cares whether they live or die.

So, now I have nothing.nothing.

No talent, no purpose, no future, no dreams, no reason to live in the future; no absolution for not being ordinary, nothing.

Even so, I was still stuck in a clown suit living in a gorgeous world on the rope hanging in midair as a sophomore in high school.There's nothing more embarrassing than an ordinary person not being allowed to dress up as an ordinary sloth.

I hesitated about what to say and put my head down as usual.Holding a library book in hand.It is my favorite bright and cheerful adventure novel.

No matter when, only stories can always be my salvation.I create alternate worlds in my mind as a way to come to terms with reality.

I turned the pages of the book, chasing the words, just as my consciousness was about to spread vaguely to the smell and temperature of the medieval streets.

— bang bang!

There was a loud sound of a hole being drilled in the fantasy.

A sense of tension that doesn't match the lazy classroom after school.The existence of dissonance that disturbs the peaceful daily life and brings uninvited guests.

Everyone in this classroom knows the true face of that sound.Everyone knows what's going on, but pretends to be ignorant.

"...It hurts, it hurts the brain."

The boy who knocked down the cleaning tool slowly got up.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he was pushed away.

Even so, he was more afraid of hurting the noise of the classroom than the pain of his own body falling.His voice felt like that.

"I'm sorry. I'll return it to its original place later."

Rather than apologizing to someone, it sounded more like apologizing to the sweeping cabinet lying on the floor.

He——Classmate Nogu Kazefuki always looks like this.

He has a pair of special eyes.The way he spoke seemed to see through those penetrating eyes.His demeanor was always so steady, I never even saw him speak aloud.

Every time I see him, I fall into a feeling like a noble boy who sees a distant world.The ancient city that lives on the top of a steep mountain is the descendant of people who are destined to live looking up to the sky.His Royal Highness is a prince who secretly attends a Japanese school while keeping his promise from ancient times while concealing his true identity.

"...There's no need to be rough in a place like this..."

But, that sometimes stirs some part of someone inside.For some people, Lei, his peculiar way of speaking, and his transparent eyes are just a catalyst for irritation.

Because, if not—he had no reason to be treated this way.

"Do you have the right to say those [-] talkbacks?"

"...I see. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll go. Immediately."

Feng Chui arched his back as if being kicked flying again, and slowly left the classroom.

There is a very eye-catching girl in the back.

"I told you to hurry up, idiot."

It's the queen of this class—Zhenguang Sijie's classmate.

Tied high above with a red hair band, hair that violates school rules is her registered trademark.

There are numerous negative rumors associated with her.

For example, shooting nearby cats and dogs with a crossbow for entertainment.Sell ​​the girls in the same class you are eyeing to the men you know.The parents were very close to the top of the police department and rubbed off on several issues that would constitute a crime.The list goes on and on.

Her recent favorite is a classmate.

"—How, what are you looking at?"

It was like crushing a biscuit, and she gave a mean smack.Several people hurriedly looked away.

She's going to retreat there with her classmate Feng Chui again.Restrooms in the corner of the hallway that no one uses, awaiting renovation.I don't know who called it that, it's also called "toy box".

Whether it's during class or after school, when she has a whim, she will lock her classmate Fengxie there for an hour or two; like a toy that can be played with freely, she will drench him into a drenched chicken, regardless of clothes, schoolbags or textbooks. Made it unusable any more.

Feng Chui had nothing to do with it.All this is unreasonable behavior.

Everyone clearly knew this, but they treated him like a hot potato and did nothing.Just because Feng Chui didn't do anything wrong, if he went out of his way to disobey the fickle Queen Bee, he might be the target this time.

There is really no reason to sacrifice yourself to help the people in front of you.

Passionate teachers and youth classrooms only exist in stories.

After all, we live in the real world.

"...What should we do in the future, clang...I don't know what will happen."

Xiaoyuzi didn't know whether she didn't pay attention to it or didn't notice it. She just watched her employment survey form frequently.

I bit my lip and turned my gaze to the library again.

Although no matter how much I chase words, it is very difficult to get out of reality.

■

There is a type of book where when you read the first line on the first page, you realize one thing.

You will feel that this is a book written for me.This is a book written only with my reader in mind.

Of course, this is an arrogant illusion, but it is absolutely true to myself who is reading it. Whenever I come into contact with this type of book, I will savor it carefully as if I want to hug it tightly.

I have always believed that one day I will be able to write such a novel.

So when I won the light novel rookie award and debuted, it was inevitable for me, so I wasn't surprised.

"Are you a current high school girl? That's amazing! 』

Mr. Yamazaki, who is my editor in charge, often repeats this sentence.

"Is it young blood that made you write this novel?"This is bound to sell, you can't go wrong. 』

I don't deny that I feel a little elated.Because I am ugly, I also feel that it doesn't matter to be proud at this time.

——"Prince Frankenstein and Princess So-and-so".

This is a story with the moon as the theme, and it occupies the most important place in my heart from the moment I finished writing it.If everyone can accept this story, I can't be more proud than that.

But when I was constantly discussing and discussing for publication, my proud expression gradually turned into doubt and bewilderment.

"About the method of sales, we decided to promote your personal characteristics.Could you please let us take some pictures? 』

Mr. Yamazaki said so firmly.

My appearance has nothing to do with what I write.

I wanted to pass the story on to someone who would read my article carefully, read the first line of the first page -- and I advocated so.

"I think so too.Your appearance is also part of your ability.The fact that you are a high school girl has value.That being the case, it would be a real disadvantage not to take advantage of this value.We are in business.In order to sell goods, you must do everything that needs to be done.Did I said wrong thing? 』

His tone of voice was indescribable.

I can only touch my nose, put away my puzzled expression, and wait for the arrival of the IM.

then.

The sales status of the award-winning works, to put it mildly, seems to be very popular.Mr. Yamazaki happily told me over the phone that it was the best-selling work in the history of the editorial department.

I pulled a heavy quilt to cover my head on my bed, narrowed my eyes tremblingly, and searched for reviews on the Internet.So many good thoughts came out.

The Internet media also reported a little bit about the incident.The expected heavyweight rookie appeared, and it turned out to be a current female high school student.Please see the personal profile here.See life photos here.Additional photos of the uniform attire can be found here.Smile here.Please send letters here.

Everyone admired the work.

However, it was after seeing my profile picture and confirming that I was a high school girl that I was surprised and praised.To have written this novel, to be able to write this novel, to be a high school girl, that's not easy.Because she is a high school girl, she is very powerful.She wrote this kind of content with fingers like this face and this body.Even though it was this face, this body, and fingers, they wrote that kind of content.

...I obviously just want people to enjoy the stories I write.

I can't find anyone who only mentions the content of the story.

I stayed up for several days and nights, writing and revising word by word, and the article I worked hard to portray showed no sign of being passed on anywhere.

Perhaps Mr. Yamazaki would say that this is what the so-called business is all about.Selling this work is a matter of course.The power of editing made it a bestseller.

Mr. Yamazaki really understands what readers are looking for.

As long as that person is around, no matter what I do, the book will probably sell well.Just pictures and profiles of young girls, whatever else there is - or nothing.