[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

In the early morning, the gauze curtains were blown open by the breeze, and the smell of sunlight sprinkled on the corners of the quilt along with the breeze. I took a deep breath, as if I could breathe the sunshine into my lungs.

I hugged the quilt and sat on the pillow, my mind just waking up was like an old pendulum, and my procrastinated thoughts had to turn several turns.

The stray hairs were messed up, and a few poked into the corners of my mouth.I raised my limp and feeble hand in the early morning, and slowly removed it.

My sleep quality is actually very good, but it is difficult to fall asleep most of the time. Once I fall asleep, I can't wake up if someone is playing gongs and drums in front of my bed.

I'm used to locking the door before going to bed. Although it won't work if someone has bad intentions, it's enough to make people feel at ease.

"Huh~" I raised my hands above my head and stretched my rusty body.

I usually wake up earlier than the alarm clock.I picked up the phone from the bedside table, turned off the alarm clock that hadn't rung, and clicked on Dazai's reply.

【Mr. Dazai: After the artist dies, his works will be worth more. 】

【Mr. Dazai: So, do you want Ayako to die in love with me? 】

【Mr. Dazai: The little cat observes secretly.jpg】

The sleepiness in the morning was washed away, and my head was covered with black lines.

Such a reaction from Dazai really gave me no sense of achievement to show off.

I picked up the phone and clicked on the keyboard.

【I am like a pigeon killer; I have no feelings; I also have no money.jpg】

[Mr. Dazai, please be sober, talking about feelings will hurt your body and money! 】

Today's weather forecast showed sunny days. After I got up and washed, I put the vase with lilies on the small table on the balcony. The curtains were slightly drawn to ensure that the hottest sunlight at noon would not shine on it.

There are two lazy sofas next to the small table, with a soft touch and a comfortable atmosphere. I often nest here for an afternoon.

On the dining table covered with a checked tablecloth, there are breakfasts bought by my aunt - tea, egg buns, soy milk and toast.

The tablecloth was picked out by myself on a certain weekend, leisurely walking through the nearby shopping malls. The dark blue plaid stripes and feel are very good.

The air in the house is very quiet. I picked up a piece of toast and spread a thin layer of salad dressing on it. The mellow and sweet taste is very appetizing.

At this time, I really want to have a cat by my side, who will purr and act like a baby by rubbing against the owner's calf.

The campus is always noisy, even if a person is quiet, it will not appear too out of place.

The last class is over and the teacher leaves.The squad leader stopped the students who were like pigs, and stood on the podium with a serious face.

"Everyone be quiet, school is postponed for 10 minutes today, I'm here to solicit everyone's opinions, if you have any ideas about the task of borrowing something to run, you can write it on the note." The squad leader held his glasses and picked up a stack of notes in his hand. It is not necessarily 100% adopted, we need the consent of the borrowed person.”

The students in the classroom who were downcast because of dragging the hall, seemed to be bloody, discussing with excitement on their faces.

"How about writing the headmaster's wig? I've been wondering about his hairline for a long time!"

"Physical education teacher's headband? I've seen her hair down, it's my ideal type!"

"Wow! Muratani, what are you thinking every day! Hehe... To be honest, I want to see it too!"

"Haha, I guess you have eyes!"

The physical education teacher is a tall, thin young woman with dark skin and a great figure. She usually only wears a monotonous ponytail.But forget about the headband, what are you thinking about the principal's wig?

I remembered that at the opening ceremony of the first year of junior high school, the principal's speech was very inspiring. The only flaw was that he staggered off the stage and shook his wig crookedly.

Since then, there has been an additional bet on the campus forum, whether the principal is alopecia areata or Mediterranean.

It seems that there are more people betting on the Mediterranean, and the odds are three to one.

The headmaster also teased about this, and passed away with a smile.

The squad leader began to hand out notes, one for each person, it doesn't matter if you don't want to write, you can pass it on.

The note was placed on the table, and I started to think with the tip of my pen.

"Sakura, what did you write?" Atsushi Murasakihara at the left back table stretched his neck and looked at my note.

Clutching the note reflexively, I suddenly smiled wickedly at him: "I wrote Atsushi Murasaki's delicious bar, isn't it super challenging?"

Atsushi Ziyuan squinted his lifeless eyes, and suddenly opened them wide. He stared at his note sharply, raised his hand and wrote neatly while muttering.

"Then I'm going to write about Ayako Sakuradani's sugar—everything!"

"Wow! Are you a kid? I haven't written anything!"

"Hmph, I knew that Sakura lied to me." Atsushi Murasakihara handed me his little note with a proud face.

It says - Ayako Sakuradani's Delicious Bar.

"Eh? Why is it a delicious stick? I don't have anything to store in my schoolbag." In the small pocket of my schoolbag, there are basically toffee and fruit candy, and the delicious stick is hardly eaten.

"The one Xiao Sakura bought didn't taste good, but I gave it away to eat the new flavor I just bought."

Atsushi Ziyuan stretched out his hand and spread out his palm.