I am straight!

Feeling depressed.

It would be great if I could transmit voices across thousands of miles...

I was sighing when I suddenly heard rustling in the bushes next to me, and I could also hear the reassuring sound of the soles of my shoes stepping on the dirt.

I froze for a moment and looked over.

A few seconds later, a person emerged from the inside.

"Ah." He knew me.

"Ah!!!" I knew him too.

"Telephone poles?!" Why are you here! ! !

"...What are you calling me?" He smiled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as gentle as a breeze in early spring - it made people feel cold and creepy.

"...Senior."

"I didn't expect that we were so destined~Little Chord~" The telephone pole immediately returned to its usual ruffian appearance, came over, and hugged my shoulders—the warm touch made me stiff all over.

"...Yes, that's right..." I laughed dryly and swallowed my saliva—there is fate, but it is evil fate! ! !

"Minor chord~"

"Uh... yes?"

"Let's go together."

"...You, you mean...going together?"

"of course."

"Cough...Okay." Two people together are better than one person.

Having said that...why is he here.

So after I asked the whole question again, he smiled and said, "Well, because of the freshman activities every year, members of the student union have to participate."

"Oh, so it's like this...... Wait, wait a minute..." I seem to... heard something terrible...?

I twitched the corner of my mouth.

"Students...will?"

"kindness."

"...Ahhh, that legendary gorgeous, extravagant, pushy guy who likes to torment students, whose purpose is to teach students, whose biggest goal is to make students live in dire straits, and spends tens of millions of dollars on activities every year, but not The student union that is as lawless as an illegal organization doing business?”

So the current student union member Telephone Pole looked at me with sad eyes: "Small chords, those are just students' misunderstandings about us..."

"Ah, no, at first I was hesitant to think that the Student Union might not be as [beep——] as it was said in the legend, but as soon as you said that, I knew it was definitely not a misunderstanding."

"..." He was silent.

"..." I was also silent.

Then he slowly burst into a forced smile—it was definitely one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen, as if even the sunlight in the air fell silent along with it, and the blue eyes that were as blue as the clear sky also revealed something that seemed to be wrong. The pain of being understood, as if a dark cloud covered the clear sky, made people feel tight in the chest.

He pursed his lips lightly, lowered his eyelids, and could see the distressed look at a glance.

After hesitating for a while, he took my hand, which trembled a little while holding it, and even his voice was filled with great frustration.

"Chord...you...you don't believe me..."

"Well, I don't believe you." I am not at all moved by the beauty - nonsense who would be moved by a man.

I continued calmly: "So, save your acting skills."

At the end, I asked curiously, "Are you from the Department of Film and Television? Or the Department of Drama?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Hexian is not moved by beauty.

Well, I am very relieved as a mother... Meow, QQ and 360 have been so noisy these two days... To be honest, I don't know any chat software other than QQ.

Tearful.

17....human...beast? ...

At the end, I asked curiously, "Are you from the Department of Film and Television? Or the Department of Drama?"

He laughed: "It's just because of a certain need, so I have audited several courses of the drama department-I am a directing department."

......... Huh?

"what happened?"

"Ah... no... just... a little...cough, just a little surprised." When it comes to the director, my impression is of course that he is unshaven, with a dark face, a serious expression, and a cigarette in his mouth——a pain in the ass.

"That expression of yours is not a little oh little chord~" He stretched out his hand, grabbed my cheek and pulled it hard: "Really, with such a bland expression, little chord is really not a good actor~"

...Who wants to be a good actor? Please raise your hands high, my face hurts, you bastard.

After a few minutes, he guessed that he had suffered enough, so Shi Shiran let go.

I cover my face and look at the water and look at myself in pity -- I can't help it, I'm not good-looking in the first place, and if I lose my appearance, I'm going to find that guy to make a fortune...

...seems to be fine.

The short black hair is not docile, the thin and shaggy one looks a bit rough, and it keeps turning up - I found that I can't comb my hair neatly all year round... I dipped my hands in water, and I crawled my hair casually, which can be regarded as combing complete.

I guess it was because I didn’t sleep well yesterday, and my eyes, which were fairly big, were so swollen today that I could hardly see the dark and light brown pupils inside. In fact, I feel tired even if I just keep my eyes open.

——Other words... are still as ordinary as ever.

Ah, I have to say something extraordinary...why do I feel that my forehead has a tendency to darken...it's definitely not a good sign.

I swallowed.

...No, my bad luck is coming back.

…………no, I can not!Will not!Hasn't it been a long time since I've been unlucky!must!This time, I will be able to live an ordinary life! ! !

I tried my best to bluff and cheer myself up, but I still regretted in my heart that I accidentally gave the amulet to the uncle in the storage room.

"Where are you going?"

"...I'm going to go upstream to see if I can find other people... It's better to be with everyone than to be alone, because there are more people and more power."

"Really?" The telegraph pole senior shrugged meaninglessly: "Then let's go."

"...You don't seem to be expecting it."

"Don't you know?" The telegraph pole senior raised his eyebrows: "Sometimes, companions can not only help you, but also hold you back—"

Ah, I know this.

Am I not being held back now?

but……

"Don't think that people are so useless," I said with a glance at him, "Although it is true that most of the people in this academy are delicate and weak and easy to push...cough, anyway, although they may not be useful for survival in the wild , but it also has other advantages, besides, don’t you nobles all like hunting? You must have a lot of experience in jungle adventures.”

I imagined pulling a bow on a telephone pole and shooting long distances, wearing a glittering princely suit—ah, no, hunting now should all be done with guns.

I shook my head to shake the whimsy out of my head, and then continued: "Besides... If my companions are always required to help me--then I will be the one who is dragging my feet. Wouldn't it be better to help others?"

I scratched my head, trotted a few steps forward and walked side by side with him: "However, it feels good to receive help from others once in a while—it will warm your heart and... It feels really good to be cared about."

He glanced at me, and stretched out his hands to shuffle the hair I had smoothed with water just now: "There are piles of great truths..."

...Damn, this is from the bottom of my heart...Also, although I don't have a hairstyle, if you mess with my hair again, I'm going to get angry, you bastard.

I didn’t continue to talk to the telephone pole along the way—although it is said to be a future roommate, but in fact I am not familiar with him. In total, the number of times we have met can be counted on one hand, not to mention my love for him. The impression of this guy is not good either.

... Who can get a good impression of someone who molested himself in the first sentence.

But...with one more person, walking will not be so tiring.

I didn’t meet any humanoid creatures along the way, but occasionally saw some small animals. I even caught a little rabbit by chance—I looked at the telephone pole with expectant eyes.

But the telegraph pole still told me calmly: We don't have the conditions to eat barbecue now.

... I am a cow.

I don't want to eat any more mushrooms - they're too bad.

At noon, I found an open space by the stream and sat on the ground. I took out the fruits I had collected in the past few days from my pocket, washed them and handed them to the electric poles.

In fact, the telegraph pole is a very easy-going person, he doesn’t dislike the dirt on the ground, and he doesn’t dislike my sour fruit—although his expression tells me that he doesn’t like these things at all.

I rolled my eyes.

"Let me tell you, since you know you are going to participate in the field survival training for freshmen, you have to make preparations in advance, tents, food, sleeping bags and so on."

So the telephone pole shrugged: "The annual freshman entrance ceremony is not managed by the student union, so we don't know what it is... this time it was planned by the news department."

After thinking for a while, he said: "Last year was even more exaggerated. It was a snow mountain expedition—but there were supplies and a predetermined destination, but there were still a few weak students who fell into a coma on the way—fortunately, the journey only took a day and a half."

I frowned, disapproving.

"It's too dangerous, what if an accident happens accidentally?"

"Last year was the planning of the mountaineering department. Because we are very aware of possible accidents, safety measures are in place. Doctors and helicopters follow all the way. The route is also chosen to be relatively flat, so there will be no accidents."

"... Anyway, I don't agree."

He laughed again: "En~ I didn't expect that the little chord is actually very stubborn... so cute~"

"...It's not a matter of being stubborn or not."

If there is a slight mistake, a life is lost-this is more serious than anything else in my opinion.

He smiled, narrowed his eyes, and the sea blue light flickered slightly: "Don't worry, everyone in this academy is stronger than you think."