I Won't Be a Loser

When the Cicadas Cry in Summer: 265. Query the current status of the sage

After coming out of the bathroom, after wiping it once, there were still drops of water on the tip of the hair. When I walked to the living room, it dripped on the floor of the living room. The sage in a pair of underwear walked slowly to the desk and rubbed it with a towel. With a stroke of his hair, he clicked on the computer.

I want to catch up with the progress of my manuscript a little while my hair is not dry, but sitting in front of my computer, my mind is empty.

His fingertips rested on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to write, and he frowned tightly. It's not that he couldn't conceive a suitable plot at all, but for the sage, those plots were not what he wanted. written content.

I don't know how other creators treat his works. The sage is a little willful in this regard. He only wants to write the content he is interested in, such as those content that he knows may be in line with the mainstream. Not very interested.

Sitting stuffy in front of the computer, he stared at the document as if he was angry with himself, pursed his lips, and after half an hour passed, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and silently closed the document. Notebook in front of you.

"For the time being, I have no interest in writing this at all. I haven't thought of anything for half an hour. I have sorted out the development of the whole story. I feel that the story is almost over. There is nothing to write about if I continue. .”

From the whole summer vacation until now, I have written a total of about 20 words, which is enough for a book, and the rest is an ending.

When I first started to write the content, with that enthusiasm, the content of the work has been progressing very quickly, but at the end, it is always extremely tormenting, leaning back slightly, leaning on the seat, the sage Staring at the computer in front of him, he thought about what kind of ending he would give, which would be better.

"Let him fall off the cliff? Well, a person like him has absolutely no reason to continue living. The ending should end with chasing the phantom that does not exist on the cliff near the hot spring hotel, and then falling off the cliff."

A person who is emotional and addicted to his own fantasies, the moment his dream is shattered, he has no meaning of life, and he is just a 'walking dead' existence in this world.

"Unable to integrate into reality, unwilling to compromise with reality and the world, self-willed and self-willed like a child, going to the end of disillusion is his best choice."

After clicking on the document again, the sage with his thoughts landed on the keyboard with both hands, turning the content he had conceived in his mind into vivid words, putting an end to this story——

When I started to think about life, going to school became a burden.

Under the ringing of the alarm clock, the sage wanted to continue to rest for a while, but then he thought that today is the day of school, like a brain covered in cement, it started to function again, and the heavy body had to get up from the bed, slowly He pressed the alarm clock, opened his blurry eyes, and stared at the room in a daze.

The sage, who thought of the ending last night, sat in front of his computer and wrote for five hours. From nine o'clock to two o'clock in the morning, he wrote about [-] words, completely ending the story.

"The rest is proofreading. Let her handle this matter later."

Hand it over to the editor. Right now, he just wants to have a good rest. He has no interest in publishing matters at all. He squinted his eyes, got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, and took a shower again. Face, the sage, who was a little more awake, prepared his own breakfast.

Mentally exhausted, he didn't have the extra energy to prepare a hearty breakfast. He fried an egg and sandwiched it in a slice of bread, and it was his own breakfast.

A glass of milk, be a healthy person.

"ton ton ton—"

Putting on his school uniform and taking all the things he should carry, the sage left his apartment with a backpack on his back.

"Sage, good morning."

"Ah."

For the greetings from Xiyuan Temple World, the sage responded without even turning his head to look at her in the mood or energy, and walked directly in the direction of the school, standing opposite the Xiyuan Temple World, watching the sage's indifferent reaction , froze for a moment, and opened his mouth.

When she didn't know what to say, the sage had gone further and further away, disappearing in front of her.

"......"

The cold reaction made the world of Xiyuan Temple couldn't help but start to think about whether he had done something wrong that caused the sage's reaction to be so cold, and he couldn't help feeling nervous and flustered.

"world?"

Thinking of Qingpu Setsuna's voice behind him, Xiyuanji quickly turned his head, and after looking behind him, he saw Qingpu Setsuna's confused eyes.

"Did something happen?"

"I... no, nothing."

I just wanted to ask Qingpu Setsuna if something happened to the sage, but thinking of the cold attitude of the sage at that time, and looking at Qingpu Setsuna in front of me, Xiyuanji World had some guesses in the heart of the world. Buried in the bottom of my heart.

Looking at the world of Xiyuan Temple in front of her, Kiyoura Setsuna also noticed that the other party seemed to be covering up something, but since she didn't want to say it, she didn't pursue it.

Drowsy in his mind, the sage walked all the way towards the school and arrived at the school. He didn't meet any familiar people at the gate of the school or the gate of the school building. He was also happy to relax and went back to his classroom all the way.

After sitting in his seat, he lay down on his desk, closed his eyes and took a rest. It wasn't until class was called that he woke up in a daze.

"Miyamizu-san, do you need to go to the health room to rest?"

"no need."

"Then, please pay attention when you are in class."

"Yes."

Sitting upright, Sawamura Eriri glanced at the sage absent-mindedly, then quickly withdrew her gaze, and quietly looked towards the front of the classroom.

The sage who was awakened rubbed his face, took out his textbook, and listened to the class silently.

It's just that when I was listening to the class, my spirit was still slightly in a trance.

Although I insisted on not falling asleep, my mental state is really not good. It is true that people are in the classroom, but their spirit has already drifted to nowhere. His mind wandered, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

During class, the classroom was quiet except for the sound of the teacher lecturing, which made people drowsy. He seemed to have woken up, but the sage, who had not fully woken up, sat in his seat and struggled until the end of get out of class.

It's time for lunch break, the sage who didn't prepare lunch for himself, walked out of the classroom and walked towards the restaurant. When he arrived at the restaurant, he ordered a curry. When he was sitting in the corner alone, Nakano May came In front of him, she put down her thickly stacked dishes.

"Beef bowl, fried shrimp, pork chop, and a fried dumpling."

Looking at Nakano Mayzuki who sat down in front of him, and the curry in front of her who was almost as tall as her body, Sage looked down at his curry.

It seems that I ordered less, should I order something more?

'Forget it, it's just thrifty. '

Nakano Wuyue heard the sage report the dishes she ordered, took another look at the dishes in front of him, bit her lips, with a tangled and painful expression on her face, after about 5 minutes of silence, she trembled With my own hand, I pushed the fried dumpling in front of the sage.

"This, thank you."

"Um?"

The sage who was eating his own curry rice raised his head, and saw the reluctant gaze in Nakano Wuyue's eyes and the fried dumplings in front of him.

"Didn't you help me with my homework before? I haven't thanked you so well until now. Let this fried dumpling be my thank you."

"But you seem a little bit reluctant?"

Pushing the fried dumplings in front of the sage, Nakano Wuyue didn't withdraw her hand, but tightly held the plate of fried dumplings, looking at the fried dumplings with attachment from time to time, so that the sage didn't know what to do To describe my mood at the moment, it was as if I had become a villain. With a slight push, I easily pushed the fried dumplings back in front of Nakano Wuyue.

"..."

The sage who pushed the fried dumplings back so easily looked at Nakano Wuyue for a while, and didn't know how to describe his mood. It was a little subtle, and he ignored the girl in front of him, and continued to eat his curry rice.

On the other hand, Nakano Wuyue opened his mouth, looking at the fried dumplings in front of him, the entanglement in his heart gradually sank.

As we all know, people have three desires.

The sage who had already satisfied his desire for sleep in the morning only wanted to satisfy his appetite quietly at this moment.

Nakano Wuyue also lowered his head, and quietly used his own cooking. The two of them had almost no communication, and they just ate their lunch quietly until the end of the meal led by the sage, and then picked up his own food. Plate, stood up.

"I'm fine, let's go first."

Before Nakano Wuyue could speak, the sage turned and left, leaving Nakano Wuyue looking at the back of the sage, and fell into a long silence.

A little disappointed, disappointed with myself.

She didn't know what to talk about with the sage, and she didn't know what the two of them had in common, so she just sat there for such a long time, and basically only had her eyes on the dishes in front of her when she was eating.

failure.

The other four people who were sitting not far in front looked at Nakano Wuyue alone, Nakano Sanjiu stood up, picked up her own dishes, and sat opposite her.

Noticing Nakano Sanjiu sitting in front of him, Wuyue showed a surprised expression on his face, but after a moment of silence, he couldn't say anything, just like when he was with the sage just now, the two were quiet for lunch...

The classroom was not in a hurry to go back, and came to Futaba Rio's laboratory, entered the room, and saw a person sitting at the table, holding a beaker, and Futaba Rio making coffee.

"Coffee during the day?"

"Go to the restaurant?"

"Last night I slept a little late, I didn't prepare lunch this morning, so I went to the restaurant, lonely?"

Rio Futaba turned down the fire of the alcohol lamp a little bit, ignored the sage who gradually walked over, looked at the coffee that was almost brewed, used a mug for her own use, and poured some , sniffed a bit.

Came to Rio Futaba's side, looked at the coffee she was making, moved a little closer, and smelled the coffee.

The aroma is very fragrant, but since he drank Rio Futaba's drink last time and fell asleep all afternoon, he still decided not to taste the taste of this coffee for the time being.

He himself doesn't like coffee very much. Compared with coffee, he himself likes green tea more.

"Drink?"

"no need."

Seeing the sage who rejected her coffee, Futaba Rio didn't care, she took a small sip, it was a little hot, then put the mug back on the table, and then sat there quietly, glanced at it sage.

Finding that the sage's gaze was also looking at him, he followed the sage's gaze and looked at his legs. After a moment of silence, he raised his head again, and when he looked at the sage, he found that he still had no restraint. , the straightforward gaze and gaze made Rio Futaba a little helpless.

"Do you just like looking at girls' legs so much?"

"I don't like to look at girls' legs, but I like to look at my favorite legs. Have you considered trying pantyhose?"

"Although I appreciate your straightforwardness, it still makes people feel a little disgusted."

Rio Futaba gave her answer expressionlessly. It's one thing to like a sage, but it's another matter whether she can accept some special hobbies of a sage.

If you like someone, you will accept everything about that person. Perhaps someone can do this, but Rio Futaba doesn't want to force herself in this regard.

"Don't like it?"

"It's uncomfortable to wear, so, hate it."

"Baisi?"

Futaba Rio, who was too lazy to answer the sage, picked up the slightly cold coffee and took a small sip.

He obviously didn't reject him when he was at home, but now he suddenly showed distaste for Rio Futaba, and the sage could only blame this on the reason that the two of them were in school at the moment, so he didn't continue to talk about these topics.

When talking about more healthy topics, the sage found that he didn't know much about the things in the school, and he couldn't think of any topics for a while, and Futaba Rio himself was also a person who was out of touch with everyone. I don't understand even more.

The two sat in the laboratory and were silent for a long time. The sage who couldn't think of anything to talk about slowly approached Futaba Rio and began to move...

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When the Cicadas Cry in Summer: 266. If it is decided, I will appoint you as the heroine of the O drama

Wipe his lips with a tissue, and on the way back to the classroom, the sage who was walking in the school yard suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure. When his eyes fell on the other person's face, he saw the sage , couldn't help being slightly taken aback.