About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

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After May, the weather began to heat up. From the perspective of boys, the most obvious manifestation of this weather change is that the uniforms of myself and my friends have changed from winter styles to summer styles. Most of them don’t understand girls’ uniforms. Changes—in their eyes, at most, they changed their coats, but the length of their skirts is a fixed amount throughout the year.

By the time Mr. Sakaguchi confirmed to Zhong that I could eat ice cream every two days, my body temperature had already soared to 28 degrees.During this period of time, I not only completed the remaining 25 physical examination items, but also honestly spent four hours and three 10 minutes with the psychiatrist.

The ghost knows on which website the Ability Secret Service Section will publish my proof information of "appraisaled by an authoritative organization, confirmed to be in normal physical and mental health". Before the negative impact would affect me, I rushed out and punched Ango Sakaguchi in the face—yes, I mean Chuya.

And these physical examinations and psychological consultations, which are enough to fill up my one-day itinerary, also indirectly reduced the number and time of my visits to Xiongying. I even got an agreed answer when I proposed to move back to Yokohama with Mr. Sakaguchi last week—meaning I officially bid farewell to Xiongying, a school that is incompatible with my three views!For this reason, I was happy for a long time.

However, this excitement was quickly washed away by the clueless final assignment.

In addition to the final thesis on the history of international relations, another bad news brought by Keigo Atobe was that the social practice report that should have been placed in the next semester was put on the agenda ahead of schedule.

This is the darkest moment behind the glamorous surface of the so-called noble school.Posts on the Internet that introduce "A Day in the Noble Academy" often describe the campus life of the ice emperor as beautiful and leisurely as in youth idol dramas.

But in fact, our homework is much more than many people think, so much that I feel that under such competitive pressure, those who find time to fall in love are either academic geniuses, or romantic geniuses, or else It is the pillar of the future country who can maximize the dual-purpose of one mind (but this subjective assumption was proved to be feasible when I saw Kaguya Shinomiya and her boyfriend in my third year of high school).

Occasionally, teachers of two or three courses may even request assignments to be submitted within a similar time period.Although there will definitely be people who will ask "foreign aid" for help, but these are very few.After all, young masters and young ladies who have received elite education since childhood have their own pride and reserve—you don’t want others to take your paper, read it under the pretense of reading it (in fact, it’s finding fault) and express their personal opinions to discuss with you. As a writer, you don't even have the most basic understanding?

So in this kind of learning environment where the overall quality is generally high, I originally fished in troubled waters and perfunctory things turned into extravagant hopes in my dreams.

It is not so easy to start writing this social practice report.If I had written by hand instead of a computer, Mr. Sakaguchi would have taken the pen out of my mouth by now.

Being able to leave Xiongying means that the rumors that have been pressing on my name are much less.However, I often feel resentful about the temporary decisions made by the top executives of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, wishing to squeeze them into the wrinkles between Mr. Sakaguchi's brows and squeeze them to death.

Every time they test my bottom line, they will take this extreme method-if I am indeed a dangerous person, put me in the kind of peers who are surrounded by powerless people, my riots will inevitably cause huge Casualties, when they have reason and evidence, they can carry out justice and come forward to take them into custody.But if, on the other hand, I am safe and sound, they will be able to hand over a "Security Situation Analysis Report" that is still eye-catching to the higher-level people.

In short, I finally returned to Tokyo from Shizuoka before the real summer.

After the moving company's truck drove away, Mr. Sakaguchi asked me the following question about my luggage that could fit five or six large cardboard boxes, "Please tell me, how did you manage to buy so many messy things in one month? ? Did you move so much luggage before?"

After all, when I came to Shizuoka a month ago, I only brought two sets of laundry.

"That's all for buying and buying. And we usually don't move, unless the house is bombed." I turned down the stereo on the car and explained to him with a lollipop in my mouth, "The house is gone, what do you think? There is such a thing as 'luggage'?"

Mr. Sakaguchi fell silent again, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "Do you remember how many times you have been attacked so far?"

"Who remembers that kind of thing." I muttered softly, and I almost couldn't help asking Mr. Sakaguchi "Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?" If you asked, he would definitely check if I browsed recently. What a weird web page...

"41 times in five years." Mr. Sakaguchi said.

"More or less?" I don't know much about this aspect, and I don't quite understand what he means.

"Less than the top cabinet ministers, and more than any rich kid you know."

I seriously thought about what I should say for a while.to no avail.In the end, he could only scratch his head and squeeze out a shriveled sentence, "So it seems that I'm pretty good?"

Mr. Sakaguchi rolled his eyes genuinely, "Sometimes I really don't understand how you grow so big with all your limbs..."

"At least I haven't been kidnapped or kidnapped!"

Both Atobe and Akashi have suffered this kind of crime, but I am different, no one has ever been able to kidnap me!

"To be precise, no one has ever succeeded! Your force value and your vigilance can't be compared at all!" Mr. Sakaguchi kicked the accelerator to stop the car and unlocked the door. "Here we are, get down."

I feel like I was kicked out of the car by Mr. Sakaguchi's eyes.

Recently, the Ability Secret Service Division has a lot of work (although it has not been less in the past), and Mr. Sakaguchi, who left the branch and was unable to direct the work on the spot, began to stay up all nights that can make people dry-several times I got up at night and thought about it. Going to the refrigerator to steal ice cream to eat, because the light in the study is still on, I will give up this whim that may cause stomach trouble the next day and be scolded by Mr. Sakaguchi.

So I can understand why he is so irritable. Adhering to the good character of adults not forgetting villains, the prime minister can pull a boat, I didn't take Mr. Sakaguchi's anger seriously when he worked overtime until he was about to turn into a powder keg.

After opening the door, the noisy ambient sound flooded into the car immediately. I was about to push the door and get out when I felt my collar tighten.The last time I was strangled, the size of the sweater I was chosen to try on was too small and stuck on my neck.

I turned around blankly and impatiently, but before my temper flared up, the iron fist of justice fell from the sky and landed on my head.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed.

"Attention! Attention! Look! Car!"

"Oh... oh!"

Imagine the kind of anger on the faces of grumpy parents who came home with miserable grades and wanted to remake you—that’s the look on Mr. Sakaguchi’s face now.I shrank my neck, coaxing at the right time, and my intuition told me that I must not talk back at this time.

Whether in real life or in the ACG circle, there is such a universal rule - the better the temper, the scarier it is when it starts.In my memory (in this world) of almost [-] days, the commander of the Supernatural Secret Service Section in front of me has always been an image of a hard-working, honest and quiet ox.His forbearance has reached a level that is comparable to self-abuse in my opinion. If someone tells me that Ango Sakaguchi is angry one day, I will probably only marvel that there is someone who is better than me in the world who can treat Sakaguchi The gentleman was so angry that the anger value broke the slot.

Just like the voice of an inhuman operator who developed a game said "You still have a lot of things to deal with, you can't rest yet", the long period of pretentious supervision has only passed a short period.I've gotten used to the fact that there's a senior investigator behind me holding a tablet and looking down at his work, and I'm used to the sound of bumping into utility poles, vending machines, and fire hydrants behind me from time to time...

"Bam—!"

......sound......

Hey......

You can't even draw a new episode of January even if you bump into this kind of earthy plot face to face with passers-by, okay?And the fact that the object of the light collision is not a young and beautiful female student but a social animal is enough to make me don't know where to start complaining...

I rolled my eyes and turned around, and created a zero-gravity space around Mr. Sakaguchi to prevent his tablet from falling to the ground and being scrapped. I have a hunch that if the tablet goes black because of this, Mr. Sakaguchi will definitely fall in this state in an instant. Complete san value and fell into a state of madness-how can I have the heart to apologize to others?

"It hurts...you don't look at the road when you walk? Uncle." The boy who was hit by the corner of the tablet in Mr. Sakaguchi's hand held his forehead. His address to Mr. Sakaguchi also made my forehead twitch. .

"I am so sorry......"

Mr. Sakaguchi is the typical Japanese who is afraid to trouble others.This kind of noble character is so rare among the supernatural group in Yokohama—at least I, Mr. Dazai, Akutagawa, and even Chuya will not feel so guilty about this kind of thing. Apologize......

"Forget it, be more careful next time." He tugged on the brim of his hat, helped the shoulder strap of the tennis bag back to its original position, and his tone sounded like "I'm too lazy to argue with guys with underdeveloped cerebellums." "It's infuriatingly helpless.

I think I still have a little conscience. Although there is another person behind me with the same spirit behind me, I never feel that Mr. Sakaguchi has caused any trouble to my life.

On the contrary, I got a "attendant" who will accompany me no matter where I go or what I do. In the past two months, I have never encountered the embarrassing situation where I want to eat hot pot but I am alone. I was too lazy to look at the map and got lost.

I picked up the tablet floating in mid-air, and reached out to grab the tennis bag of the teenager who was about to leave, "Should you also apologize?"

"The road is so wide, won't he look at you?"

Mr. Sakaguchi's face turned pale, revealing a more stomachache-for my completely unreasonable reason and behavior of finding fault.

"middle......"

"Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen!" I used some more strength in my hands, and pulled the boy with his back to me slightly sideways to his upper body.

"...You are really strong." He blinked, but didn't break away from my hand, and didn't apologize to Mr. Sakaguchi as I said.

"Central Plains... There are still 5 minutes until the game starts. If this continues, you will be late." Mr. Sakaguchi seemed to want to calm down and take the blame for himself. He even started to distract me. Strong!

"What's wrong with being 2 minutes late!?" Akashi wouldn't swallow me alive again.

Everyone who has read this social practice report must know that for Japanese middle school students, every summer is quite legendary.

During this period of days from slightly hot and dry to loud cicadas, some people lie in the cool air-conditioned room and enjoy the leisure of eating popsicles, watching TV and playing video games day and night, while some people choose to stand where they can hold their breath. Chase your dreams in the scorching sun where your brains are boiling, or in a room full of people.

Unfortunately, the two teenagers I'm still familiar with are the latter.

Akashi Seijuro sent me an invitation to watch the game as always.I don't really understand why he insists on me going to his games every year.

However, unlike Atobe, I have very little time to meet him.Most of the time, this friend is always like a puppet bear and I throw it in the corner to collect dust, but whenever he invites me like this, I will remember that I still spent time with him like a child who occasionally tidies up toys and has grown up. A very happy time - even if I take it out now and recall it, I can't help but smile so brightly.

It was also a long time before I realized that, whether I wanted to or not, I had grown up.

I will no longer be like when I was a child, no matter which roof Akashi stays on, I will climb up and drag him down; I will no longer show off my knowledge to Atobe just to see Atobe's frantic look; I will no longer fight fiercely with Akutagawa Both sides will suffer; and I will never hide in the quilt and cry for a day and a night because I can’t come back to help me celebrate my birthday. I am so dehydrated that Ms. Hongye’s temples are so angry that Kishitani Shilla can only reject the whole day’s door-to-door business. Come to Yokohama and stay by my bedside to finish watching a large bottle of normal saline and two small bottles of glucose.

"Apologize!"

I was holding on to the boy's tennis bag tightly, maybe at the same time the whistle in the distant arena had already been blown, Akashi looked around the auditorium and couldn't find me.

Choices of trade-offs are always made inadvertently.

Then did I continue to walk on the road paved for me in Chuya's heart?

Have I become as good a person as Zhong Ye?

It's a pity that this answer was not told to me even after many years.

And this question was forgotten by me many years later.

It wasn't until I dug out this social practice report that had been handed in from the "Graduation File" that Ice Emperor distributed to everyone, that I shook off the cloth that I didn't know where it was thrown into. The ashes on the bear's body reminded me of the shining time.