My youth love story is really a fake

My youth love story is indeed a fake Author: Mizuki Lingguan

"Youth is an imitation of existing consciousness, an irresponsible process of trial and error, and it is nothing more than a fake." Youth Disqualified Chiyo Kinoshita said

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Chapter 1 begins

Youth, if we explore it literally, Ci Haizhong has given a pretty and moderate explanation, which will not arouse opposition or bias from any party.

However, this does not seem to be the case.

During this period, people who eulogized, enjoyed, and swayed their youth wantonly tried to define their own "youth".Their self-proclaimed unique, wonderful, and unrepeatable youth is just a replica of some existing consciousness.

Moreover, what is even more tragic is that the "youth" they interpret is actually an incomplete and inferior imitation-fake under the consciousness of real existence.

Imitating mature and stable members of society, they established their so-called dreams; imitating existing ideologies from various literature, philosophy, and science, they determined their three views; imitating limited Social form, they have perfected their social communication methods and status...

However, the end product of imitation, which is neither complete nor perfect, is nothing more than a kind of incomplete life—the so-called youth in this trial and error place called school.

They are moving towards mature social people, but they have not yet become social people due to various incompleteness, and they are content with this special life different from social people.Like something they yearn for, but can't be what they yearn for.

Let me make it clear that the so-called youth is just a by-product, a fake, of constant trial and error before people enter the factory of society.

The reason is that people who are in "youth" cannot correctly understand and bear their own mistakes.For them, everything is just trial and error, not really wrong.Because the so-called "consequences" borne in reality are not at the same level at all, this also leads to the natural idealization of the objective understanding of things and the principles of their practice in youth.This has achieved the romance and hope in "youth", which is as different from the reality of society as heaven and earth.

To sum up, their so-called youth is nothing but a fake.

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Looking at the beautiful and clever teacher in front of him, it can be said that he is gnashing his teeth and finishing his composition. Well, actually looking at the beautiful and clever teacher in front of him, Chihiro Kinoshita is distracted.

I didn't expect that my Chinese teacher not only had an amazing style of painting, but also had such a beautiful voice, which really made me a lot of money.

"Let me tell you—" The beautiful teacher in front of me seemed to have noticed the fact that Qian Jian was distracted, and drew Qian Jian's attention back with a voice that was a hundred times more majestic than before.

"Ah~ I didn't expect that Jing-chan is not only beautiful, but also has such a beautiful voice. Sure enough, you should go on a date with me, huh?"

"puff"

A muffled sound, not from the mouth, but from the real body, interrupted Qian Jian's words.The beautiful teacher named Shizuka Hiratsuka withdrew her fist, sighed and said, "Don't add 'sauce' to the teacher..."

I didn't revise the latter part. I don't know if it's because I'm used to the content of the student's unrestrained conversation in front of me, or for some reason.And Qian Jian was unable to speak because of the strong shock she had just received.

"Ah, ah..."

"Hey...Qianjian, let's put aside what you wrote first, you didn't even write the title, do you still remember what the title of this composition is?"

Rubbing the lower part of the tanzhong, Qian Jian finally came back to his senses (if it hits the tanzhong, it might be true that the whole drama will end), moving his brain like a goldfish that remembers to eat and not to beat, said : "Sure enough, it's a passionate direct attack, Jing (chan)... Teacher——"

Looking at Hiratsuka-sensei, who had once again put on a stance in front of her, Chihiro finally swallowed some unreliable adjectives.

"Of course I remember the title of the essay, it's 'Looking Back on High School Life'."

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who instantly switched back from the jump wind, put her hands on her head and sighed deeply: "However, how can you extend this topic to this kind of topic full of weird theories and no arguments, as if you are putting together complicated words?" Together, a low-quality composition like a trick by a writer with not very high sales."

"Oh~ very detailed and targeted evaluation, Jing (chan)... Teacher," Qian Jian continued after tidying up the clothes that were a little messy due to being rubbed and abused just now: "Actually, I did it because I was I saw a student being hit in the corridor, and it happened that his composition was also on this topic. Then I found that his content was surprisingly interesting, so I wrote a new copy of his composition."

"Ah, that's how it is. Although I understand that you have the same talent as the excellent memory setting of the high-IQ characters in the comics, but if you continue to play like this (anyway, you passed the exam smoothly, so usually this kind of exercise is just If you give full play to its fun. Let’s!), the deviation value will definitely come down." Hiratsuka teacher shook his head helplessly, "Also, if the student you said was hit has rotten dead fish eyes .Well, yes, I'm pretty sure who the classmate you said is—he's in the same class as you!"

Looking at the class teacher in front of him, Qian Jian scratched his head helplessly.No way, even if he said that, he was only transferred from Class J to Class F where Shizuka Hiratsuka was the homeroom teacher in the second grade.The classmates in the class and so on, I can't recognize them at all, okay...

"Hey...that's it this time, I still have a problem to deal with, you go back first."

Shizuka Hiratsuka seemed to be exhausted, and waved the manuscript paper that had been rolled into a barrel to send Chihiro back to class.

"By the way, Jing-chan... Sure enough, let's go on a date tonight. On the top floor of the Royal Okura Hotel, AngelLadder, I treat you!"

"Let's talk about it when you make money yourself, brat..." As if squeezing out a bit of strength, Hiratsuka Shizuka tapped Qianjian's head lightly with a paper tube, "Also, to the teacher Don't add 'sauce' to your address..."

"Hi-hi-ah, the location remains the same, I will be there until 12 o'clock..."

Qian Jian turned around and uttered words that were completely unreal.Unsurprisingly, Hiratsuka behind him just muttered something.

When I walked to the door of the office, I suddenly bumped into the oncoming students, who looked quite familiar—especially those genuine "rotten dead fish eyes".

"Oh, so it's really you. Hahaha... Please take care of me in the future. Eh, classmate Dead Fisheye?"

Chapter 2 Kinoshita

Chihiro Kinoshita has a seemingly ordinary surname and first name with considerable potential.For this surname, if you change the name, it seems that even the gender becomes mysterious.As for the name, it is quite powerful in terms of knowing where it is from just by looking at it.

Of course, Kinoshita has neither gorgeous acting skills nor a good face to be identified as the third gender by others.But in fact, his soul who was physically born in Chiba County does not belong to this land... Well, there is nothing to say.

In exchange for the weak sense of belonging to this land, there are vague memories of living on the great land and the mastery of the technique of hypnosis.When Qian Jian was very young, just a few simple words and some body movements made his younger sister obediently drink the soup that she would never touch when she was crying.Coupled with all kinds of things, the neighbors were a little bit criticized, and in the end even the words "children of the devil" came out.

When I was in high school, I finally persuaded my parents with various reasons, and then moved out of the house.But since then, living expenses and so on have been self-reliant.Of course, it's not just the parents, it's just Qian Jian's self-esteem purely because of her 40-year memory.

As a result, today's Qianjian seems to have developed further on the basis of past work, and has found her place in the current workplace.The top floor of the Royal Okura Hotel, AngelLadder.

"Hey Shahi, get me a margarita."

Inside the bar were Qianjian's few classmates who could be called by name.Because they are also making money here, they became acquainted unconsciously.

"Let me tell you, I don't care if you can drink at your age (because of part-time jobs, both of them lied about their ages)... Margaret is a drink that girls like to drink."

That is to say, but Kawasaki Saki still put down the clear glass, skillfully replaced the bar spoon of the bartender, and even took out the charter wine and tequila...

"What's the matter? Drinks are originally chosen according to personal taste. I actually dislike that kind of high-grade spirits, the tasteless stimulation... I can only say that it is really radish and cabbage. Everyone has their own love," Qian Jian continued after adjusting the dress lightly, "Besides, I'm not the kind of person who is influenced by public opinion, isn't that kind of life like a puppet show."

"Hey... Hey... Anyway, you always have your reasons, Mr. Great Magician." After mastering the margarita, Kawasaki Shahi handed the wine glass to Qian Jian, and said with emotion: "When will I It would be nice to have a little drink…”

Although as an "uninhibited" girl in the eyes of her classmates, Kawasaki Saki is still very ethical.At least in terms of drinking, no matter how stressful she was, she never crossed the line.

Xiao Xiao took a sip of the strangely colored liquid in the cup, and Qian Jian said indifferently, "Follow the rules carefully, Sha Xi."

"Hey, hey, this sentence is not convincing at all when it comes out of your mouth!"

"Don't pay attention to these details. A man's age is not just calculated mathematically." As if to let the body get used to the alcohol, Qian Jian's next sip was quite wasteful, "This thing is a show for me." An essential activator~lady, isshowtime!"

Seeing the girls approaching surrounded by several young people, Qian Jian felt that the audience for the performance was already in place.As an external magician hired by the hotel, Qian Jian has a good income.On the contrary, his duty is to enliven the atmosphere here.Although the piano performance is very elegant, after all, the attraction brought by an excellent magician in this era is still amazing.In particular, this magician is still good at mental magic.

"It's wonderful, gentlemen, and—ladies."

The simplest sentence successfully allowed Qian Jian to break into this small group.All eyes were gathered, which also meant that Qian Jian's performance had officially started.

However, probably because he drank too quickly just now, Qian Jian is now in a cautious and open state.This also means that he chose a more daring performance program.

"Maybe you can't imagine that shortly before you came in, a little fairy brought me good news—" Qian Jian took advantage of the gap between the words and looked around, a girl with a bright smile (very The standard open state) became his "assistant" for this show, "it said that a beautiful lady was coming with her friends, and as proof, the lovely fairy gave me her phone number Prove it's not lying."

Seeing the audience's face turned from unknown to curious, Qian Jian continued his performance: "Think about (your own) name, so that I can know who it is talking about."

It was a very shallow hint, but everyone subconsciously repeated their names in their minds.And Qian Jian focused on the lips of the chosen assistant.

Most people have the habit of silent reading, whether consciously or not.And this habit guaranteed the possibility of Qianjian's show continuing.

"Her name is, yo, Yuna? Yana..." While secretly looking at the girl's lips, Qian Jian quickly changed the possible options.Of course, for the sake of performance, this replacement option must not be displayed too much.

"Yang Nai, that's right, her name is Yang Nai."

Obviously, the performance effect has been achieved, at least the girls beside the "assistant" have made incredible voices.

However, when she saw the small curvature of the "assistant"'s mouth slightly different from her bright smile, Qian Jian knew that it would be impossible to continue the performance of mind reading over the phone.Because, the inside of the girl opposite is not that simple.At least, it is definitely not an open state that can cooperate with mind reading.

"That's amazing, Yukinoshita-san, do you know him?"

A girl next to him interjected, and Qian Jian, who knew the full name of the "assistant", raised her eyebrows imperceptibly.Yukinoshita doesn't seem to be a common surname, and I heard that there was a senior named Yukinoshita Yono in the school in the past few years. It seems that she was the sister who used to be at the same table...

Well, since the telephonic mind-reading show can't continue, let's replace it with psychic magic.Qianjian, who has already had a mature typhoon, has also regained his calm, thinking about whether there will be a hit or not...

Chapter 3 Chi Chi

All in all, tonight's performance was still successfully completed.Although as a tradition of on-the-spot magic, only the magician himself knows how many times the plan has been changed, but seeing the wonderful flash in Yukinoshita Yoshino's eyes, Chihiro said that he must try his best to perform as much as possible in the next performance. Dodge Yoshinoshita Yukinoshita.

"Are you saying that everyone with the surname Xuexia is a monster..." Qian Jian complained boredly in her heart, but she didn't notice that the "assistant" was getting closer.

"Hey, Kinoshita, so what is my phone number?"

Although the honorifics are omitted, everything seems to be no problem under that bright smiling face!However, Yang Nao, who flashed her big eyes and acted cute, didn't seem to notice Qian Jian's embarrassment at all.

Because the party has ended, other people have also left sparsely.Seeing this, Qian Jian said without much concealment: "Well, I don't know about this, Yukinoshita-san."

Because the word "mulberry" is an honorific used by men, women and children in Japanese, it is really amazing to be able to express a sense of alienation so naturally and simply!

"This is a pity. Actually, for me, if Kinoshita knows my mobile phone number, I can contact me anytime. After all, he is such an interesting person!"

"Aha, yes. That's really a pity..." Qian Jian, who has no so-called winning years, doesn't care if he can read minds smoothly, as long as he can earn a good salary, he is satisfied.

"Hi~" A string of numbers was neatly written on the slip of paper passed between two pale fingers, "As I said just now, Kinoshita can contact me at any time~ Then bye~"

As if convinced that we would meet again, Yukinoshita Haruno passed the number and then bounced away.However, looking at the piece of paper in front of her, Qian Jian was seriously thinking about a question: "Jing-chan...isn't she here?"

But since it was late at night, Qian Jian didn't intend to wait any longer.After all, the good boy is already fast asleep.

Glancing at Shahi, this kid seems to be a little late for class recently.

"Is there any problem?" Qianye asked noncommittally.

"Well, thank you. But Anxin, if I ride a bicycle, the speed is still okay."

"For Hei Tian, ​​you have to pay attention to various aspects... Well, everyone is an 'adult' anyway, so I won't say much. But it's almost the same, if something goes wrong then the cart will be put before the horse. "

The so-called "chaos", no matter what you encounter on the road, or you get sick because of working too hard, are taboo for those who really need money.So if you come out to work at this kind of time, you can think clearly about all aspects.After all, suffering a loss of [-] yuan for an income of [-] yuan is not worth the loss. (This kind of situation will happen, except for extreme reasons, could it be that part-time work is used as entertainment? If there is a sick play or something, it is probably only seen in youth romantic comedies...)

After coming out of the hotel, in fact, it didn't take long to arrive at the high-end apartment where Qian Jian lived.

After swiping open the heavily guarded password door, he walked into the elevator.In the process of going up layer by layer, Qian Jianlian's expression also slowly faded away.

1506, this is what is currently called home.

"I'm back...?"

All the light sources are turned off, the cold air is deliberately adjusted to a comfortable temperature, and the layout has almost no sense of life.That's all there is to the settlement known as Kinoshita Chiyo.

After coming out of the bathroom, you can fully feel the so-called "cold atmosphere".There are no words to warm the air, no light to color thoughts.It's not a "fake" to imitate something, only Chisao Kinoshita here is the real self.

Seeing the lights gradually quieting down outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, Qian Jian finally threw herself on the bed with peace of mind.

"It's so cold..."

Frowning, he turned over and wrapped the thin blanket tighter.

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"Yeah, Shizuka. Yesterday I waited so late~"

The tone that was obviously not truthful came, and it seemed that it had become a routine for Class F in the morning.Of course, no one present took it seriously.For a deviation value in the top ten of the whole grade, but because of the reason of "the teacher in class F looks so handsome", they asked to transfer the class, and in the end they were actually transferred. The students said that this kind of thing is only three days old. , It's no surprise now.

"Bam—"

Straightforward as always, "Don't add 'sauce' to the teacher's address..."

"Ah, by the way, Chihiro." Hiratsuka Shizuka waved a dozen questionnaires in her hand, "I saved you from handing in the questionnaires issued earlier, if you bring them, please give them to me quickly."

"Huh, am I the only one?" Qian Jian looked around, and was surprised to find that Kawasaki Saki was lying on her desk to catch up on sleep.It seems that Kawasaki should have arrived home later than me yesterday, but judging by the current situation, the low temperature is still not conducive to getting up in the morning, Hundan...

However, Qian Jian quickly came back to her senses: "Ah yes, here—"

Pulling out the survey form that had been written long ago from the desk, this action made Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyebrows twitch.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I wrote down every question above after careful consideration."

"Oh..." Hiratsuka gave up the argument, after all, she was a student with high deviation value, and Xiaojing said that she was no longer surprised.

("Even if you didn't directly add 'sauce', wouldn't it mean to add Xiao! Be respectful to the teacher's title, Hundan!")

It seems that because she is complaining in her heart, Xiao Jing doesn't even have any scruples about her beautiful appearance.

Probably because of receiving a heavy blow, Qian Jian seemed to have fully woken up.It seems that doing this every day is good for your health... Qian Jian is quite serious about this issue.

Returning to her seat, looking at the students around her who are in "youth", Qian Jian said that she seemed to be getting better.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who walked out of the door, glanced at the class habitually, that kind of out of place youth, just like what was written in the composition, was a fake.

Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka simply sorted out the questionnaire in her hand, sighed and walked to the office.

"If you do this again, you will grow old..."