Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

That's the truth of the whole thing, it's a mockery, and Hayato is the biggest fool of them all.

He smiled nervously every time someone wrote to him—as if he didn't like the attention.

People pat him on the back, or apologize to the girl he keeps rejecting.

I saw Ebina pat Miura on the back reassuringly.

poor girl.

I used to have a crush on the most popular guy in school too... well, sort of popular...

Looking back now, I realize that I didn't know anything about that girl named Kaori Orimoto.

Still, some couples were formed.

However, in more cases, couples are just affirmed.

Boyfriends who have admitted before, reluctant to acknowledge the hormonally maintained stability of teenage relationships, are in dire need of clarification: We're still together, right? We're happy, right? We're in a stable relationship, aren't we?

Of course, some people will be rejected.

Those poor ducks...

In all, Hayama Hayato received 18 love letters.

"One more time and he'll equal my record!"

Yukinoshita Harino shouted to the audience.

"Nobody cares about your stupid record! Just because you're more popular with men doesn't mean I'm less popular!"

"I've never said such a thing, Hiratsuka Shizu-sensei..."

It seemed that those two got along very well.

"Uh," said the girl with glasses. "We still have a love letter to read..."

"Dear Hayama Hayato-senpai! I have admired you for a long time. Please associate with me!"

The drama student sat down to read the letter, fidgeting through it.

"It's...from...um...ah..."

"What's wrong?"

asked the student next to him.

"There's no name on it."

I heard a scream from over there.

Isshiki was trembling, her face flushed red and she looked very embarrassed.

and many more.

Is that a letter from Isshiki?

is this it

Is this her letter?

She wrote two greetings but forgot to sign the letter?

Oh man, Isshiki.

I suppose serving the ministry is a chore, but shouldn't one get pleasure from their job?

Again, I love when confessions fail - it helps me forget that something happened to me...and now I'm thinking about it.

Woe be to me.

"Oh...um...that's it?"

The boy with glasses said to himself.

"I guess the letter is gone... Well, that's all we have for this year! Whew!"

He put down the microphone and followed the girl backstage.

I hope that guy takes a shower because he looks like he just got through a typhoon.

"Ha! It's over! Well, usually when the fight is tied, the defending champion keeps the title!"

I could hear Yang Nai cheering in front of the crowd.

What ridiculous wrestling show did you watch with Shizuka Hiratsuka?

"Like I said, nobody cares!"

"Now, Hiratsuka Shizu-sensei..."

Really, the two of them really care about these things.

Cares more than anyone in the auditorium.

"Bikigu-kun."

A cold voice came.

Yukinoshita appeared next to me.

"Yo," I replied. "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

Yukinoshita looked away from me and looked towards the stage.

"Student Yishi."

she whispered.

Ah, maybe she feels sympathy for her?

"It seems that Isshiki's confession failed again."

0-2 is not a record to be proud of.

I would say it's just 0-1 for me.

如果你想想我问过雪之下多少次我们可以做朋友的话，我们可能是0-2，或者是0-1-1。

Strictly speaking, one time I couldn't even finish my words, so I called it a draw.

"Indeed. I think I should stay away from her now."

Yes.

It makes the most sense to stay away from a teenage girl in love who has just been dumped...

"What did you say to her just now?"

Yukinoshita glared at me, then continued.

"I said, 'How forgetful can you be? You forgot to sign your own love letter? That's far from a legitimate mistake. Even kindergarteners are taught to write their names on homework.'" My God where. "

She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Do mortal mistakes affect you?"

"At least more than they should."

Yukinoshita agreed with my words.There is nothing modest about this woman.

"Well, I guess Hayama can do without either..."

I sneered.

Despite a 100 percent rejection rate, Hasan University still has applicants applying — and they're desperate to show off their resumes, transcripts, and test scores.

When it comes to resumes, transcripts, and test scores, I mean unlock the top three buttons and get really close to him.

Hayato Hayama's world must be like cotton candy clouds.

"Yeah! Wait, wait, everyone!"

People are already preparing to leave the auditorium.

Yuigahama is still comforting Isshiki.

This is just a confession of failure.

Get over it and do it again.

It actually took me a few years to get over my... well, on the other hand, this therapy might have been helpful.

"We actually have another letter!"

Sister Xun grabbed the microphone. "Looks like a letter fell into the pile that we forgot to add... we can't let any sentiment of love go unsaid, can we!?"

There was a burst of cheers behind her.

It looks like she has a high charisma index.

In fact, this is true, even I will be impressed by the charm of the city tour.

"Then...don't say any more..."

"Dear HH."

Senior Xun stopped talking, as if confused.

"HH...? For Hayama Hayato?"

Hayama Hayato, Hayama Hayato.

Is there another letter to Hayama Hayato?

It turned out to be for him, although at first I immediately thought of myself, after all my abbreviation is also HH, although no one has ever written to me like that.

Hikigaya Hachiman, Hikigaya Hachiman.

For personal reasons, I don't reverse the romanized first and last names like other people, but since no one cares about me, my personal opinion doesn't matter much.

But I quickly came to my senses, after all, there should not be a girl who would write me a love letter in the world.

"Ya Shanjun! You have broken my precious record!"

"Yang Nai! Be quiet! Besides, you are all too young to enter the realm of love. You haven't painfully realized that what all men want is a woman with a house and a car, who cooks for him and serves him Paying all the bills while he's trying to make his stay-at-home career take off..."

"Yes, Hiratsuka Shizu-sensei!..."

Someone go and write a love letter to Shizuka Hiratsuka, otherwise she will ask me to write one to her!

"Ah...I'll start over and replace HH with Hayama-san."

Miss Xun said her cheeks were slightly flushed from being distracted by the two older women.

"Do we really need another letter to Hayama?"

I muttered, not complaining to someone.

"No way," Yukinoshita replied. "Some people just want someone's love, whether they want it or not."

"Love sounds like pain."

"Yes."

Yukinoshita spoke almost in a whisper.

Miss Xun cleared her throat and began to read the letter.

"Dear Hayama Hayato, From an overall point of view, the written medium is an inefficient form of communication."

For some reason, the opening scene made me laugh.

It reminds me of standing under the snow beside me.

Perhaps as I thought, a small amount of tittering could be heard in the crowd.

"Whoever wrote this wanted to be rejected?"

I ask her.

For some reason, the expected situation where she and I ridiculed the author of this letter did not happen, and she remained silent.

"Thoughts must be etched on paper, and pencil or pen must be used. Paper itself is relatively weak. Water, fire, storms, snow, and the ravages of time can erase the memory of people and the legacy of civilization in but an instant. Nevertheless , words are still misunderstood and misinterpreted, and their meanings change or disappear over time."

Whoever wrote this must love chatting...

And desperate to be understood.