Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

I thought to myself.

It is shameful to seek love and tenderness from anyone who does not really understand you.

So one has no reason to expect anyone else from the very beginning.

Don't hurt yourself, and don't make trouble for others.

When you like someone, you can't help but want to get tenderness from that person.

This is as shameful as robbery.

So a good person who is lonely by nature should not expect anyone.

Everything about their tenderness and politeness is going to be destroyed in the end.

And it is shameful to ask for these counterfeits from others.

In fact, as long as I am alone, I will always be alone...

But... I looked at Yuigahama's side face... Such kindness and tenderness were hard to refuse.

"Senior...? Senior!"

"Uh... ah."

"It's disgusting to look at other girls all the time."

"Don't say it, I want to die."

I looked away in panic.

Yuigahama also lowered her head shyly and touched the head of the dumpling.

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In winter, the school will organize an anti-earthquake performance, and the members of the class will come to the playground one after another.

Then there is a period of free activity.

Those who felt cold went back to the classroom.

Behind the teaching building, there is a piece of pure white snow that has not been trampled on.

I don't know why, but I suddenly want to lie there alone, looking at the blue sky quietly.

The vast expanse of white land stretches infinitely below me, trying to cover the whole world.

The school bell rang, and the people who were free to move around also went back one after another.

Until everyone around me disappeared from view.

I got up slowly, and the snow on my body slipped quietly.

For a moment, all I could see was pure white.

There was no one, nothing or anything, nothing in memory that could be searched for by name.

The snow all over the world fell quietly on the ground.

The white sky and the white earth are connected together, like an upside-down forgotten dilapidated box.

Then, at the junction of heaven and earth, stood a black figure.

I sat in the snow and saw it.

Someone who is so familiar, but can't name it.

It was only for a moment, but it seemed to me that it was so long that it seemed like a lifetime.

I staggered to support my body, trying to chase after it, as if if I missed it, I would lose it forever.

I run on the snow like a dog on my hands and feet.

The turbulent crowd surged in an instant, like a black sea tide.

The high school students after school walked towards the school gate.

Among them are familiar people.

I know masters who watch my actions with puzzled, confused eyes.

I can name them all.

Hayama Hayato Shibakiza Yoshiki Hai old name Himena Miura Yoshikogawa what classmate...

"Small business?"

And Yui Hama Yui.

I remember all of these, but I forgot the name of the figure that had disappeared.

who is it?

Who is that person whose name is not known?

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When I was ten years younger than now, I would often step on a stool and flip through my father's bookshelf.

The past is always unbearable for me to look back on. Whether it was my childhood or middle school, the experience planted in my heart is always the fruit of suffering.

I like reading, not only because reading can give me experience and fun, but also because it gives me the capital to ridicule various doctrines and concepts.

But relatively speaking, science and mathematics, which are rigorous, indifferent, and difficult for laymen to touch, are less concerned by me, and my math scores have always been poor.

Because to discuss complex scientific theories means spending so much time burying your head in boring symbols and formulas, which I hate.

Today, ten years later, I can easily reach the top of the bookshelf without the aid of a stool.

The collection of books there has already been covered with dust, and the spines of some books have faded under the sunlight, just like human memory, which fades unconsciously, and finally turns into a piece of pure white, like freshly fallen snow .

My memory must have also lost some fragments, perhaps insignificant things, but inexplicably felt unforgettable.

I took the book out of the shelf, with a pure black cover, tiny text, no title, no publication information and no illustrations.It was nothing, like someone's notes, but bound and printed.Its author stood on the opposite side of the culture, and stubbornly wrote theories and notes. Its language structure is so rigorous, but it is often inconsistent.

It seems that the author is writing according to his heart.I have asked about its origin, but I have only received vague answers, and I have forgotten the original content of that answer.

The first sentence of the opening book is still familiar, exactly the same as in memory, and it has not changed for at least ten years.

On the title page, the author declares in his sure and strange words:

"The future will inevitably be forgotten by all those in the past."

A sentence with a mess of time, he reversed the time indiscriminately, so that he would not be influenced by the years.

For me, reading this eccentric book has been a long and gargantuan project.

Its sentences are obscure and elusive, full of mysticism or insanity.

It cites a large number of complex scientific terms, and the author's own opinions and views on dozens of disciplines such as sociology, economics, architecture, and psychology are mixed during the period.

The most frustrating thing is that this book does not contain a logical order, and the author will expand the knowledge of that place wherever he thinks of it.

So the result is that in the process of demonstrating mathematical principles, he suddenly thought of biology, and then began to discuss biological theory, and then extended to sociology, but he had long forgotten the topic at the beginning.

Even on the same theory, you can actually see the author arguing with himself, and even arguing with himself, as if this book was written by many different people, but there is only one pen, So they wrestled, and whoever got the pen got to keep writing.

I close the curtains and read, I don't know how long it has been.

Because it is a holiday, the family is out.I drew the curtains, lay on the floor of the room, and read day after day.No

There is hunger and thirst without fatigue, not even sleepiness.The pages swallowed me like a bottomless pit.

I don't know how long it took, a crisp doorbell pulled me out of the illusory world.

I suddenly became aware of my own existence.I got up slowly, staggered downstairs and opened the door, and saw Yuigahama standing at the door holding a bag.

She looked at me with worried eyes.

"You...Are you okay, Xiaoqi, you look very bad, have you eaten well, really, I sent you dozens of emails but no one replied, what are you doing, I brought you a cake..."

Yuigahama walked into my house skillfully, took off his clothes, put down the cake, and said something irrelevant with concern.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't gone out for three days.

After taking care of everything, Yuigahama and I came to my room, she sat on the bed, and I simply sat on the floor.

"Sorry for worrying you, Yui."

For three days, she sent me a lot of emails.

When Yuigahama heard me call her by her name, she fiddled with her temples shyly. "Really, really, what are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm reading this book."

I pointed to the book.

"Even so, you have to pay attention to your body."

Yuigahama got up and snatched the book, shaking it in his hand to criticize me.

She flipped through it a few times, as if she wanted to see what I was so obsessed with.

Well, but with her IQ, she can't even watch a paragraph.

Sure enough, she flipped it a few times quickly, and then put it down angrily.

Yubihama looked at me and said angrily: "Xiaoqi, really, this didn't write anything at all, you're making fun of me again."

Like an electric shock, the ringing in my ears tore through my brain, I got up and flipped through the book, the words were still written on the pages, and the book was in my hand, above Yubihama's confused expression .

"Since the day of the rehearsal, something has been wrong with you, are you all right, Xiaoqi?"

Yuigahama stroked my forehead with concern.

"Now I'm reading the Wordless Book again."

I froze in place, and it was true. From that day on, when I saw that strange figure, I had some kind of confusion.

In order to solve my confusion, I went to the bookshelf to look for science-related books, and found this strange book.

The world was pushing me, in some strange, grand way, to go somewhere.

And only I can observe, no one can help.

So what's next.

The doorbell rang again.

Yuigahama and I went downstairs to meet him.

I opened the door, and there was a strange but familiar face in front of me.

Long and smooth black hair, exquisite facial features, and the temperament of an ice and snow princess.

I froze in place, letting the other party's eyes scan.

When she saw Yuigahama behind me, she suddenly showed a contemptuous and teasing expression.

"I'm not bothering you, Mr. Hikigaya Hachiman. Let me introduce myself. I'm Yukinoshita Yono, and I'm your former senior."

Under the snow?

Such a familiar last name...

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It's very reluctant to accept it, but that's the way Neon society is.

There are all kinds of rules and obligations, some of which follow the universal principles of the world, while others are the obligation of growing grass with neon characteristics.

It made me feel grassy as a human being, but I had to accept it.

For me, let’s not talk about the neon-featured grass-growing obligation, the obligation arising under the universal principle alone is enough to make me complain...

Three obligations of citizens.

duty to pay taxes.

Obligation to education.

duty of labor.

Leaving aside the first two, I think the last point is a bit outdated.

In this society where the culture is flourishing to the point that the Eastern Two-dimensional creations are overflowing, technology is developing with each passing day, and everything has become cheaper.