We should also learn from Chuunibyou

As a result, after so many years, I am still no different from a child. I can't say what is in my heart, and I can only yell at the game interface. The only difference is that it has changed from 2D to 3D.

others…

Forget it.

Komari gathered her thoughts and looked at the computer screen.

Let’s play games first.

……

Hayakawa has never had any interest in socializing, or in anything other than studying.

"I'm talking about you,"

He looked at Komari's decadent look of playing games wholeheartedly and couldn't help but frowned, saying: "Do you play games as soon as you get home? I don't think I've ever seen you study. Normally, shouldn't you read a book? Have you reviewed what you learned in school today? Don't you want to preview the content of tomorrow's lecture? And..."

"what?"

Tsuchiya Mai was busy operating the character. Upon hearing this, she said without turning her head: "Why are you still studying after school? That's something for school."

"Don't you ever study at home?"

Hayakawa was stunned.

"if not?"

Komari shifted her gaze away from the game screen a little, and said as a matter of course: "Just finish your homework after you get home. Of course, you should learn in school. Listen to the lectures in class, and then finish your homework carefully, and you will basically understand everything. Then pay more attention to the questions you don’t understand the first time, and you won’t have any questions later. So it doesn’t matter whether you study at home or not. Besides, you’ve been in school for a whole day. It’s too hard to study after you get home. Don’t be too…"

Hayakawa: “…”

It was the first time he heard of such a thing, that someone did not study at all at home. After all, in his eyes, even talented people like Furuno Furuhashi and Rizu Ogata studied every day, and even if they did not work as hard as himself, they worked very hard.

But Komari said that she never studied and just listened in class.

In other words...how could she, who has never worked hard, get much better grades than me?

“Because they are geniuses.”

The voice of Sawako Sekijo sounded in Hayakawa's mind. At this moment, Hayakawa suddenly understood: Ogata and Furuhashi, in the field of their own talents, they should... no, not should, but must! They must have never worked hard!

They must be like Himouto-sama, who only needs to listen in class every day and can naturally understand everything. Unlike me, I have to ponder for a long time when I encounter something I don’t understand, and I will still get the question wrong even if I do it a hundred times as long as I change the numbers.

Perhaps it is not them who have the problem, but myself who cannot understand these simple knowledge points no matter how hard I try; myself who has wrong examination notes piled from the floor to the desk but still makes mistakes; and Hayakawa who stares at the few points gap every day and feels sad and grits my teeth while working hard.

But he really tried very hard. Since entering junior high school, Hayakawa has not had a real vacation in his life. The concept of rest does not exist in his dictionary. Other students curl up at home on weekend afternoons to play games happily, or play basketball with friends, go to newsstands, and boys and girls walk for hours in the evening breeze. Then, because of premature love affecting their grades, they are severely criticized in the teacher's office, ordered to call their parents, and then run away from school together. Passing cars run over the shallow puddles, splashing crystal water...

But Hayakawa had never cared about these things. He engraved the word "effort" in his soul. There was only a shaky figure under the dim light in the room, a trash can filled with empty pen tubes, and a mountain of test papers that could be seen when he opened the door of the bookcase.

Hayakawa has always believed that such efforts are meaningful. Even if he is not that smart or does not have enviable talents, as long as he works harder than others, he can surpass others. It is with this hope that he continues to do so.

But now it seems...I am even dumber than I thought.

Even if they don't try hard at all, I can't... can't beat them at all. There's no way!

Hayakawa had a splitting headache and all kinds of voices appeared in his head, including Furuno Fumino, Ogata Rizu, and Kanjo Sawako's voices, but more importantly, it was what Koumaro had just said, which made him physically and mentally exhausted. An irresistible feeling of powerlessness came from the depths of his soul, and he wished he could find a deserted corner to lie down and grow mushrooms on his body.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to this place, shouldn't have come to Ichinose Academy, but should have listened to my parents and happily spent three years in Tokyo, and then inherited the family business and became a noble young master, which would be much better than what I am now.

Hayakawa felt an itchy feeling in his throat, and an urge like vomiting came from his stomach, making his face look even more haggard.

There was never a moment, not even a moment, when Hayakawa wanted to give up trying like he did now.

"I'm going back..."

Hayakawa stood up despite the severe headache and dizziness, said just one sentence and walked out the door.

"what?"

Koumaro was startled, and when she turned around she only saw Hayakawa's back, and she subconsciously called out, "Hayakawa..."

Hayakawa stopped and said reluctantly, "When the senior comes back later, tell her that I'm leaving and tell her not to come over. Have fun tonight."

After saying that, Hayakawa ignored Komari's call and went straight out of the room. As the door behind him slammed shut, Hayakawa finally felt relieved.

Standing in the corridor, Hayakawa felt extremely happy. The feeling of being away from the genius Yui Doma made him feel very happy. Yes, such people should not appear in his life, whether it was Yui Doma, Rizu Ogata, or Furuno Fumino, they should not appear in his life.

Chapter 223 Leaving the City

Whenever Hayakawa thought of Furuno Furuhashi and Rizu Ogata, his heart ached violently. They were the source of his pain, and now all this made him feel suffocated. He felt suffocated every second just thinking about it, and he wished he could leave this world.

Hayakawa took out his key and tried to open the door. He tried several times with his trembling hands, but he couldn't get the metal key in his hand into the tiny keyhole. Finally, he lost his grip and the key fell on the gray floor tiles with a "click". The piercing sound made the voice-controlled lights in the corridor suddenly light up.

"..."

The light shone on Hayakawa's pale face. He stood in front of the door in silence for a long time, then he took a deep breath, calmly picked up the key on the ground, and opened the door in one go.

After entering the room, Hayakawa casually threw the backpack he was carrying on the floor. The textbooks inside fell out from the cracks. He was in such a hurry when he came out of Koumaro's house just now that he did not zip up the backpack.

Hayakawa ignored the books scattered on the floor and threw himself face down onto the sofa, sinking into it with his soft black hair pressed into a curl.

He tilted his head slightly so that he could breathe, but there was no expression on his face. The deepest part of his eyes was filled with fatigue and weakness.

He was too tired, so tired that it was hard to describe. And what was most tiring was not his unsustainable body, but his dissipated will and compromised soul. Hayakawa was now more destitute than ever before. He was trapped in this cruel reality from head to toe. The meaning of his previous efforts was completely shattered, along with his life.

This city, these streets, the houses in this run-down neighborhood, and this crappy high school called Ichinose Gakuen...all of them were his sad places, making him suffer as if he had fallen into the abyss.

So he wants to escape from here, the farther the better!

Hayakawa gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone with determination.

He wanted to buy a plane ticket to leave this city. It didn't matter where he went, as long as he could leave here and never come back. He wanted to forget everything about Ichinose Academy, forget and seal all the painful memories, and then start a new life.

Yes, a brand new life… In this way, I can become the old Hayakawa again, the Hayakawa who is full of hope and will.

Hayakawa thought of his past self when he had just entered high school. He was full of confidence and his eyes were so clear that they seemed to glow. He was so ambitious at that time and thought that he could become the top student in the grade through hard work. But now Hayakawa looked at the full-length mirror on the wall. The person in the mirror had a lifeless face, only fatigue from staying up late for many years and faint dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were dull and turbid like broken glass beads.

No one understands him. There is only one person in Hayakawa's world from beginning to end, and that is himself who works hard silently.

So maybe leaving is the right choice.

Hayakawa withdrew his gaze from the mirror and lowered his eyelids with a gloomy expression. He knew that he could no longer get along with Furuhashi and Ogata. He and they were not from the same world at all. They were in the sky, while he could only stand on the ground and look up at them.

They destroyed themselves. Hayakawa hated them to the extreme, even hated them to the point of gnashing his teeth, but it was useless. Hayakawa hated them and tried hard, and even mastered the new power of love, but there was no change. They were still perfect, perfect, perfect...

Hayakawa: “…”

The black hair in front of his forehead fluttered slightly, his eyes flickered slightly, and his face was like a frozen tombstone.

"I'm leaving."

Hayakawa muttered softly to himself, then picked up his phone and opened the app for purchasing airline tickets.

I can go to Tokyo, Osaka, or even abroad. It doesn't matter where I go. It doesn't matter where I go. As for the school here, it doesn't matter. As long as I can leave this sad place and leave them, I can start a new life and...

Return to your original self.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Hayakawa's dim eyes. He clicked on the search bar with his finger, wanting to buy a random plane ticket.

But the next moment, he froze in place.

Below the search bar, there is a recent search history, which contains only one entry.

Hokkaido.

"Let's go to Hokkaido together!"

Hayakawa: “…”

The empty room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The silence lasted for an unknown amount of time. Hayakawa slowly placed his phone on the table and pressed the power button. He just wanted to be alone and quiet and didn't want anyone to disturb him.

"I will never give up on you and will do my best to teach you."

"When we studied on our own before, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't see any hope. Every teacher would just tell us to give up, but Hayakawa-san wouldn't..."

"Thank you so much. You gave us the confidence to keep working hard and the hope to realize our dreams..."

"It's great to meet Hayakawa-san."

Memories of the past flooded into Hayakawa's mind, and he felt mixed emotions. Perhaps he was deliberately ignoring these experiences, but when he recalled them now, he only had one feeling, that of pain, a heart-twitching pain.

I gave you hope, but no one gave me hope.

Hayakawa turned his head to look at the scattered textbooks on the ground, but he couldn't muster the strength to pick them up, so he could only let his hands hang in the air.

In his opinion, Furuno Furuma and Rizu Ogata must be the most vicious people in the world, ungrateful and treacherous. He had done so much for them, but these two people humiliated him. The feeling of humiliation filled his fragile heart, as if it was about to burst.

Hate, Hayakawa was so angry about this humiliation that his teeth were itching. He knew that those two people were evil, the ultimate evil, who made him so miserable that he was unrecognizable. As long as he stayed away from them, he would be able to regain happiness.

He wanted to think too much about it. He wanted to free his mind, pick up the phone on the table and buy a plane ticket to leave the city and forget all this. But he couldn't. An inexplicable force controlled him not to pick up the phone and even blocked his thoughts of escaping and leaving.

That power might be the emperor's dignity and pride that would not allow him to escape from this battle, or it might be something else, he couldn't figure it out.

Hayakawa lay on the sofa for a long time, until he heard the sound of tapping on the glass windows in the living room, and then he realized that it had rained today.

Hayakawa stared blankly out the window. The drizzling rain brought coldness to the world, and in this raging cold rain, his heart was also wet.

If the rain continues until tomorrow, there may be no need for physical examination.

Hayakawa thought suddenly, then covered his face with the back of his hand. A string of tears flowed silently from his face and slowly fell on the sofa without making any sound. It seemed that the tears had been hidden in a deep well without seeing the sun before, and only came out at this moment.

Hayakawa's heart was filled with sharp pain, causing him to lose all his senses.

Chapter 224: Komi and Hayakawa

Hayakawa felt the corners of his eyes moist, and his cheeks were flooded with the warm liquid. He was numb all over and in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, as if he was floating on a soft cushion with no sense of reality, with cotton stuffed in his ears.

Countless memories spun before his eyes like a kaleidoscope of memories: the crowd in the school auditorium watching them, studying together in the library, taking them for milk tea, and hanging the photos on the wall of the store; the three of them walking towards the tram station along the night road after school, looking at the bushes on both sides and the starry sky above their heads.

If these memories imprisoned him like chains, pierced his body like needles, and he could not break free.

"never mind…"

Hayakawa thought to himself, then he managed to sit up, only to find that Komi-kun Aisumi had come into the room at some point and was standing next to the door frame of the living room.

Hayakawa was silent for a moment: "…How did you get in?"

Komi-no-Ai-Chun stared at Hayakawa's depressed and strange face, with traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in surprise: "I have the key to your house."

"That's it."

Hayakawa breathed slightly, his mind was in a mess and he even forgot that Komi-Aisumi had her own key.

"You left your coat at Kouma-chan's house,"

Xiao Meilang Aicheng's bright eyes reflected the full moon like a pool of autumn water. A breeze blew across the lake of her heart, causing soft ripples. She whispered softly, "Mamoru-chan said you didn't want me to come, but I just wanted to send you off, otherwise it would be troublesome for you to go to school tomorrow."

Hayakawa looked at Komi-sama and realized that she was holding her school uniform in her arms.

When he left home as a child, he was so confused and embarrassed that he didn't even notice that he had forgotten to bring his school uniform.

Hayakawa closed his eyes in pain. He once again discovered that his brain was surprisingly stupid. His usual calm and rational appearance was just a disguise. As long as something sad happened, he would immediately revert to his rotten nature. He couldn't think of anything, couldn't remember anything, like a puddle of paste.

His heart was aching more and more. This pain came not only from his previous thoughts, but also from the current embarrassing situation. He remembered that when he was "imperialized" in the corridor before, it was Komi-ran Aimi who suddenly appeared. It was the same now. Whenever he was in some unspeakable situations, the appearance of someone next to him would only make him more ashamed!

"Thank you, senior."

Hayakawa suppressed the tearing feeling in his heart, managed to maintain his composure, and said woodenly: "There is nothing else, right? Then you can..."

Komi-no-Aisumi gently hugged Hayakawa, leaving his words hanging in the air.

"Younger generation..."

Komihiro Aisumi pursed her lips tightly, hugged Hayakawa's thin body in her arms, her eye sockets were like purple lakes, the focused light in her eyes flowed through them like a tide, her tone was as soft as the clouds floating in the sky: "It's okay."

"Senior sister..."

Hayakawa slightly widened his eyes and subconsciously opened his lips. In an instant he heard the girl's breathing, like the sound of a ship docking, followed by the sound of her heartbeat, slow, long, and gentle, which gradually synchronized with his own heartbeat, forming a melody that calmed him.

Hayakawa felt the girl in front of him. Although her body was so petite, he felt a sense of security, just like a ship docking, a traveler returning home, a lover waiting for the love of his life, his cold body finally found warmth, or even like a displaced child returning to the mother's womb.

Hayakawa looked at Xiao Meilan's eyes, which were like petals floating in the wind, or like the clear blue waves rippling in the lake. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't express them.

"It's okay, junior."

Xiao Meilang hugged Hayakawa's back gently and said, "No matter what happens to you, I will always be by your side."

"I remember all your hard work and efforts. You are the hardest-working student in the world, so relax a little."

She patted Hayakawa's back gently, trying to comfort him, but she didn't know how to do it. She could only hold him like this.

"I teach you all the time, so you know that you are a child with a weak brain. I explain it to you many times, but you often don't understand it. So it must be very tiring to keep up with the school curriculum..."