So Ordinary I Want to Be Recognized

In the process, except for the necessary drinking water, he did nothing and threw himself into it.

Bumblebee Aya has gone to the backyard.When it was near noon, she would release all the small animals in the shelter and check their condition one by one.And after dinner, her friends will come to drink.

What is he... writing?

With such curiosity, Xuenuo put down the book, stood up, and moved silently behind him.

It seemed that she was too involved, and the boy did not notice her movements.Therefore, she was able to stand behind Mizutaku and observe his actions.

The young man first typed a large paragraph of text that even the sentences were a bit awkward, then stopped the movements in his hands and tried to examine the past word by word.

Seems to be...slightly dyslexic.

This is a very painful, not a disease, defect.

The teenager just clenched his fist slightly, forcing himself to read this difficult-to-read text.

Then he hit enter and started below, retyped a paragraph that said the same thing.

A little...a little bit better, but it still doesn't look that comfortable.

Repeating the reading action again, the teenager deleted the first paragraph and began to do the same work under the revised paragraph.

Creation is a very happy thing, but for this teenager, it is just a process of repeating and improving again and again, which is extremely boring.

However, he did not complain, nor did he get bored.He's just improving himself over and over, constantly looking for something better in repetition, trying to get his writing closer to a...normal author's level.

Xue Nai stood behind him, watching him repeat this paragraph more than ten times.

Then... the words he wrote were like white water. Although it was tasteless, it could be read in a very bland way.

The boy seemed relieved.

He opened another document and read the text that was deliberately marked in red.Seems to be a suggestion from someone.

He shrunk the document and placed it next to the paragraph he just wrote, thinking about it in comparison, as if looking for room for improvement.

Of course, Yukino could see the sentences that could be revised.She, who has always had excellent grades, naturally also has a heart full of Wen Si.

But... the teenager seems to have reached his limit.

Even though he vaguely understood that he could do better, but after he deleted the text there, he typed it out again... it's still the same content.

It seems that he understands that he has reached his limit, and the teenager no longer continues to struggle.He hit enter again and started creating new content.

Then, it's that boring, uninteresting, and endless revision process.

Has he... been like this, giving a lot more than others, and then getting what others can easily get?

After watching the whole process, Yukinoshita Yukino felt a little complicated.However, she still didn't make a sound, just sat back in her seat and spread out the book again.

......

"Honeybee! We're here!" As some familiar voices sounded, a group of people stepped into the izakaya.The man in the hat headed casually shouted in the direction of the backyard, then found a seat and sat down.

His voice interrupted Mizutaku's creation, and he recovered from that state of concentration.

"Hello, Uncle Jingle!" He stood up and put away his computer, "What are you going to drink today?"

"It's still the [Battle of Kyoto]." While arranging the crowd seat behind him, Jingle Chunsui and Ukitake Shirou sat on the table next to Yonezu Zhuo, and then he looked at Yonezu Zhuo, who was at the same table as Yonezu Zhuo. Under the snow.

"Pretty little girl. Is she a newly recruited employee of Beeji?" He whistled a little frivolously, causing the girl's brows to wrinkle slightly.

"I've said it many times, don't bring in the set you're outside." This was Aya Hush, who came over at some point. She took the wine bottle in Mizutaku's hand and slapped it on the table.

"Ah, sorry, I haven't adjusted for a while." Scratching his face, Jingle Chunshui turned around and apologized to Xuenuo: "I'm sorry, little girl."

"Cough cough." The white-haired middle-aged man beside him took a sip from the wine glass, and then coughed.

"Uncle Fuzhu, let's change [Nobunaga's Death], this wine is too strong."

"Well, okay, thank you, Mizu boy." The white-haired floating bamboo's voice was very calm and steady.However, he stared at Yukino for a while, then turned his head, as if he had remembered something.

"Leave it to me during this time, and you can go eat something." Fengshaoling swallowed a sip of wine and instructed the two of them, "There are enough ingredients in the kitchen, you can solve your own lunch."

"Okay, Miss Bee. Minister, let's go?"

"Yeah." Xuenai nodded lightly, then stood up holding the book.

She knows about Mizutaku's cooking skills.Therefore, the chef of the lunch between the two must be her.

After the two left, Jingle Chunshui pressed his bamboo hat and asked the question he wanted to ask: "Where did this beautiful little girl come from? Is that kid's girlfriend?"

"No." Fengshaoling replied, "It's the head of his club, who has a cat here."

"I see. No wonder that kid didn't react any more when I tried it out. It seems that he hasn't fallen in love yet, haha."

"How is the foster father's health recently?" Fengshaoling obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue.

"It's still very tough. Let me tell you, if this guy doesn't pay attention to his body, I'm afraid he will die sooner than Mr. Yamamoto."

Shirou Ukitake just rolled his eyes and started drinking.

"Hey. Honeybee, it's time to go back and see the old man. When I went to Yamamoto's house last time, I saw him talking about you, the righteous daughter, to the old lady. Look, haven't you been paying attention to the old man? Then let's meet."

"Say more."

"I won't persuade you any more." Shaking his head like this, Jingle Chunshui did not persuade any more, "This cabinet reshuffle, the main goal of the consortium is to maintain the original seats, while impacting the responsibility of ICT policy. The position of Minister. What we mean is that at the regular meeting next Wednesday, first determine the candidates who can support. This time, I also want to ask Beeji your opinion. After all, Beeji, you have been engaged in Internet promotion recently. It’s a lot of knowledge.”