Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Maybe some people have the idea of ​​finding a rich girlfriend in their minds, but society is a pyramid, and the so-called rich and beautiful people are rare in number, and there are more useless people who are doing nothing and waiting for a 'miracle', not to mention those rich and beautiful people What are your values? Do you appreciate an ordinary person who has no merits? Even if you do, how do you stand out from the thousands of ordinary people who have nothing to do?

Can you, who stand out from the crowd, be recognized by Bai Fumei's parents and have the right to touch the slightest bit of her family's assets?

Instead of looking forward to such a "miracle" full of so-called "miracles", in contrast, it is obvious that studying hard by oneself and accumulating a little bit of one's own talents and learning is a relatively realistic path.

Looking at the classroom with a slightly distracted gaze, Xiaosan thought about it, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

He lowered his head, looked at the math textbook that will be held next, casually flipped through it, then closed it, and sighed slightly.

What should be studied has already been studied in the cram school, and the next thing is just continuous practical exercises, relying on brushing questions, or taking exams to continuously deepen one's understanding, to ensure one's understanding and analysis of the question types, until Graduation and entrance exams only.

As early as the first grade, they were already divided into classes according to their grades. In the second grade, the students in the class basically did not change. It is relatively easy to find a job in science, which is also the consensus of most people.

His eyes paused for a moment on Masamune Makabe, Xiao San pursed his lips.

It's a different matter for a guy like him who, after graduating from university, is basically determined to join his father's company and inherit the family business.

'In the past few days, the affairs of the fan club should be handled well. At that time, I will use the remaining money to buy the necessary equipment and materials. Most of the content will be handled by Izumi Sayi. I only need to be responsible for part of it. The program, one year, should be no problem. '

Although it needs to be studied, it is not a particularly compact matter. If it is not possible, you can find another person to help. He checks the results, and it is not a particularly big problem.

'But the matter of the voice actor has not been finalized yet, let's talk about it later. '

After quickly going through the things that bothered me recently, Xiaosan sat quietly in his seat after the bell rang, listening to the other party's lecture in a calm mood, confirming the content of the other party's lecture and his own. Differences of those learned.

No matter what, he was not so arrogant that he looked down on a teacher who could stand on the podium and give lectures. Even Sadayo Kawakami, who had a special hobby, was a guy who passed the teacher certification at least.

But listening to it, Xiaosan felt extremely bored. He always felt that the other party’s lectures were all the content he had already learned. No matter how he listened to it, he felt so boring. The dream from last night.

Who was that person who appeared in his dream, why did he dream of him, and what was that inexplicable familiar feeling that he always felt?

'Isn't it Yan Ye?No, there are obvious differences in body and leg shape. Yan Ye's is much more gentle than the one in the dream, especially Yan Ye will never make such girlish movements, but is more dignified and serious. '

Even in the face of Xiaosan who has known each other for so long and has such a close relationship, there is still a feeling of being unable to let go, in Xiaosan's eyes.

It may be because she was taught the art of flower arrangement and singing and dancing since she was a child. While Xiaosan maintains love for her, he always feels an indescribable sense of restraint in his heart.

However, Xiaosan is not very annoying.

Looking at the teacher standing in front of the podium with an expressionless face like a cold machine, staring at the textbook while reading the content, while writing the topic on the blackboard, analyzing the meaning and pitfalls of the topic, the other party seems not to notice his side , Xiaosan looked out of the window with a slight profile.

At a glance, there is a cloudless blue sky, but the more you look at it, the more it feels deep.

The scenes that he had experienced before could not help but appear in front of his eyes, and he felt as if he had returned to the past. The sky that spanned endless time and space but never changed made Xiaosan feel his own insignificance.

'What about ordinary people, if they treat their lives as a game, what is this?The Sims City?Earth OL is really not suitable, after all, how many people can get out of the circle of their own life and open a map. '

Version [-] of The Sims: Metropolis.

Walk out of the city where you live, visit the whole country, and leave your own footprints in big and small cities, that is "The Sims 2.0: Country", and leave your own footprints in the world. Can it be called 'Earth OL'?

For the current Xiaosan, it's not because he doesn't have the ability to go abroad, but simply because he finds it troublesome. He absolutely hates the kind of travel that requires procedures and various certificates.

'It's fine to stay at home like this. '

Occasionally, listening to the melodious and soft music in my apartment, shaking the wine glass filled with fruit juice, taking a small sip, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, to entertain myself, Such a life should be enough.

Squinting out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Ye, who was sitting not far from him and was listening to the class seriously.

In the eyes of those teachers, students like Yan Ye who listen to the class carefully and are willing to take notes are the students who can make teachers and practitioners feel the most respected and satisfied.

"Teacher practitioners don't know how many schools and how many teachers there are in the whole of Japan. The birth rate is so serious. I heard that they are already recruiting foreign students from neighboring countries, but most of them are private, earning money from other countries. student money? '

Schools like here in Tokyo are not in a hurry.

After all, it is the capital, even people living in other areas will continue to pour into this city like a tide, and then fill those vacancies. Even if there are not enough students in the school, only a few schools will not be able to sustain it.

Jingle Bell--

"Let's stop here today, continue with the next class, get out of class is over."

He closed the book casually, and the teacher didn't stay in the classroom for too long, and walked out of the classroom directly, leaving those students who had gone through a class of mental torture and couldn't do their homework well, looking up and sighing long.

After closing the textbook and placing it on the table, Xiaosan stood up.

He needs to urinate.

"This is the last time I borrowed my brother's ID card, so be careful."

"Don't worry, no one in my room can get in, nothing will happen!"

"When you say that, I'm a little worried..."

"Last time, didn't you still say that your sister would not be at home? As a result, when the three of us took out the 'collection' together, we kicked the door of your room open with a bang, and her friend , I dare not go to your house now!"

"I, Shiki Haruno, is this kind of person?! You don't trust me!"

"Having experienced that kind of experience, how can people trust me? Recently, I feel a little powerless on my side, and I suspect that I have suffered quite serious psychological trauma..."

The three boys gathered in a corner of the toilet, whispering about things that would be inhumane in the classroom, Xiaosan trembled, fastened his belt silently, and silently walked to the sink beside him, After washing his hands, he walked out of the toilet without looking back.

The so-called boys are probably such creatures, and Xiaosan has no interest in the unknown objects at the center of the three people's conversations. According to the two keywords of 'ID card' and 'rental', I am afraid it is nothing more than those minors. Prohibited recording only.

He casually took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried his hands. The gray and brown checked handkerchief not only won't make anyone feel like a 'mother', but also matches Xiaosan's expressionless face and indifferent On the contrary, it makes people feel like a corporate executive who went to the wrong place of work.

Folding the handkerchief, putting it in his pocket, he returned to the classroom.

For Xiaosan, the next day's class is just a repetition of the previous class.