The favorability system is broken, I decided to put on a vest

As the witch said, for the next week, Tsunayoshi Sawada lay on his bed and whined like a dying duck due to excessive exercise and muscle strain.

But what was even more ferocious was that even though he had fallen into such a miserable situation, the witch didn't intend to let him go. Instead, she plausibly urged him to start another exercise—brain exercise.

"Quick question and quick answer. The first question, 3X-3=6, what is the value of X in this equation? The time limit is 3 seconds."

"……what?"

"The answer is wrong."

A ball of paper mercilessly smashed on the head of the idiot and good-for-nothing.

The idiot's good-for-nothing eyes looked resentful.

"Second question, what is needed for the transmission of sound, and what cannot be transmitted? The time limit is 3 seconds."

"……Eh?"

"The answer is wrong."

The second ball of paper hit the stupid good-for-nothing on the head.

Stupid and useless dare not speak out.

"The third question..."

"..."

The third ball, the fourth ball, the fifth ball...

After six balls of paper hit her head in a row, the Q version of Miss Witch stood on the desk, holding the pointer, with a sigh on her face: "You are really the worst class I have ever led..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi endured and endured, but couldn't hold back: "Miss Witch, I am a wounded person!!"

Learning from the wounded who can't even get out of bed, Miss Witch, you really are a devil, right? !

"What about the wounded?" Miss Witch cast a cold glance, "Did you hurt your brain?"

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

Too much QAQ

The good-for-nothing boy retreated skillfully again: "Anyway, I'm a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing..."

Miss Witch shook her head slightly: "There are no good-for-nothings born to be good at anything, only undiscovered talents." Miss Witch seemed to be describing objectively, but also seemed to be comforting him, "Even a genius is born You started from zero, you are just in that 'zero' at the moment. As for whether you may become a genius in a certain field in the future, no one can say for sure."

Sawada Tsunayoshi listened silently, in fact, he had already given up hope that he was a genius in a certain field.

But he was still attracted by the proficiency in Miss Witch's words at the moment.

He asked curiously: "Miss Witch, have you fulfilled wishes for many people?"

Miss Witch glanced at him: "I just have a few students."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Then I..."

"You are useless."

"..." Tsunayoshi Sawada silently rolled up his little quilt.

Miss Witch said indifferently: "But useless wood also has the benefits of useless wood, because those who cause the most damage to the world are often those smart people...smart people will leave their names in history, and their ups and downs in life will be praised by thousands of people, but It is those nameless people who have never left their names behind that truly make up the entire human world."

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to understand.

The witch said: "So it doesn't matter whether it's a genius, a waste wood, a person in a high position, or a mediocre ordinary person, in my eyes, there is no difference. As long as you are still doing what you want to do, you are still doing it." If you live the life you want to live, then all of this is meaningful to you. And only the 'meaning' defined by yourself is truly meaningful."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was still ignorant, but in a trance, he understood another thing: Miss Witch, is she trying to comfort him?

This seems to be the second time this seemingly cold witch lady has spoken to comfort him?

Sawada Tsunayoshi curled up on the bed and looked at the witch girl standing on the desk.

At this moment, the summer morning sunlight peeked out of the window and fell on the desk, but it did not leave her shadow.She is like a phantom that only exists in his mind, standing arrogantly in the morning light, her appearance is clearly recognized by the public as beautiful and sweet, but her eyes are cold and quiet.Coupled with the pair of very different human eye pupils and the height less than the size of a palm, an inorganic sense of inhumanity hits the face.

She is close at hand, but far away in the world, as if separated from human beings by a whole world.

However, even so, Sawada Tsunayoshi still saw that ray of temperature that didn't seem to exist from afar.

Because...because a good-for-nothing witch who would comfort him like this doesn't look like a bad person, does she?

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought vaguely.

But such thoughts quickly disappeared from Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind, because the next moment, the cruel lady witch picked up his math textbook.

"Since you are still a waste wood in the 'zero stage', I have formulated a series of strict tutoring plans and schedules for you. You can check the specific arrangements in the task bar yourself. Now, let's start with the simplest ones. Math begins."

"Huh? Eh?! Wait—" Mathematics isn't the "easiest" subject in any way, is it? !

"Start class, don't get distracted!"

"...Wow..."

So, just like that, the poor Sawada boy was brutally beaten by the senior Hibari and bedridden to recuperate, and then he was tortured by the witch.

What shocked him even more was that even after he had endured the class time, during the rest time when he was finally able to breathe, the witch would play English recitations in a loop, and called it "cultivating language sense".

Sawada boy: "..."

Master, stop reading!

Even Nana's mother came up to watch in surprise after hearing the voice of the English recitation, and was both surprised and gratified by the "conscious learning" behavior of Sawada boy during the holiday.

"Great, it seems that Ah Gang has really found his way forward. Mom is really touched."

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

He is forced!

Mom, have you never thought about how a wounded man who can't even get out of bed can switch English tapes freely?

Mom, aren't your nerves a little too narrow? ! !

Sawada Tsunayoshi was bitter, but he didn't say anything.

Later, when he entered the "Language Sense Cultivation" session for the third time, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't hold on and fell asleep in the sound of chanting sutras. But this time, he saw the stern witch showing a smile Smiling, shook his head.

"Forget it, go to sleep." He didn't know if it was real or a hallucination, he heard a soft laugh, "For the sake of your injury."

That ray of temperature seen from afar seemed to have finally landed on his fingertips.

Sawada Tsunayoshi fell asleep.

Summer naps are always long.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up, the sky was already dark, but the English chanting sound continued.

Sawada Tsunayoshi subconsciously showed a desperate bitter face, but as his consciousness gradually became clear, he soon discovered that the voice reciting English poetry did not seem to come from the player on the desk, but from a familiar person...

Is it a witch? !

He struggled to the window in astonishment, and poked his head to look.

But outside the window, the witch turned into a normal person at some point, sitting on the tree with the chirping birds, as if they were cuddling each other, with a book on their knees.

That is his English reader.

"...Ido not knowhowesticmyspiritmightbe,leasureImighthaveinlivinghereifthereembranceofyoudidnotweightsouponme..."*

Her voice is neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow, not full of emotion like a movie line, nor full of affection like a poetry recitation.

She just simply recited this poem, just like the wind simply passing through the woods, and never thought of shaking the branches and leaves in the forest.

“…Ialmostwishwewerebutterfliesandlivedbutthreesummerdays.ThreesuchdayswithyouIcouldfillwithmoredelightthan50yearscouldevertain…”*

She was sitting on a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, her face and eyes were hidden by the branches and leaves, but the hands that lightly pressed on his textbook seemed to be shining slightly in the afterglow of dusk.

Then, as if aware of his sight, the witch's voice stopped, her head turned to his direction, her chin, which was faintly visible between the branches and leaves, lifted slightly, and she breathed lightly.

call--

The wind blows and the forest moves.

In the rustling sound, the leaves flew away.

At this moment, the warm yellow light was finally able to pass through the dense branches and leaves, illuminating that cold face and her demon-like eyes.But at such a moment and under such a glow, those eyes that should have been frightening seemed to be melted by the afterglow of the setting sun.

For some reason, Sawada Tsunayoshi could only stare blankly at her at this moment, speechless.

However, the witch's serious and cold voice sounded quickly: "Do you know how many classes you missed today?"

"... Woohoo!"

The good-for-nothing boy fell back on the bed in pain.

Everything seems to be back to normal, nothing has changed.

At night, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but secretly opened his English reader before going to bed, trying to find the verse that the witch recited, but in the end, the good-for-nothing boy was defeated by his own good-for-nothing, and closed the book without finding anything. textbook.

He looked at the big tree outside the window in frustration, just as the big tree looked at him.

At this time, the wind stopped and the leaves were quiet.

But the fallen leaves under the tree prove that the wind has indeed come.