"I'm sorry, everyone. I've kept you waiting." Teacher Yue Zhi stretched as she walked up to the podium. Her leisurely voice drowned out the noise in the classroom." Oh, Ayahara-san is getting along very well with everyone. That's great!"”
It was hard to believe that this person with a sense of intimacy and leisure that far surpassed ordinary people was just a high school teacher. However, she wasn't the only person in this classroom that people cared about.
"Let me take a look at Ayahara-san's seat…you can sit over there.”
The only empty seat in the classroom she was pointing at was by the window in the third row. I found it strange that such a hot spot was actually empty.
"Wait! " Sensei," Arisawa raised his arm high, but it was just a symbolic gesture of courtesy. Without waiting for the sensei to nod, she continued," Mr. Koshi, that's Ichigo's seat. I'll go and help Ayahara-san move a table over!" Although Ichigo shouldn't be late, it was too much to deprive him of his seat.”
" Oh, I forgot to take attendance today..." Mr. Koshi laughed as if he was trying to get away with it." I didn't notice Shinozaki-san's absence at all."”
When the two equally powerful ladies stared at each other, and neither side showed any signs of wavering, I smiled and tried to smooth things over."Teacher Yuezhi, thank you very much for your kindness, but I think it's better for me to move my desk here and sit in the last row, right?”
" She winked at me and said cheerfully,""That's the golden seat for distractions in class.”
" Is this what a teacher should say to a student…" Someone complained in a low voice. She pretended not to hear it and poked me affectionately, indicating for me to walk down the podium. Even if the students were too casual with her, she did not care and tolerated them. She sincerely treated the students as friends. It would be difficult for such a teacher not to be welcomed by the students.
I couldn't find a reason to refuse, so I could only silently walk down the aisle between the seats.
She wanted to sit in the last row not because she was being polite or out of consideration for keeping a low profile, but because of the handsome boy wearing glasses by the window.
He was the only one who looked away after glancing at me. He looked like a smart top student with a strong mind. At least he wasn't a love-struck boy.
His nose bridge was straight, his pupils were very clear, and the persistence he revealed was even more heart-wrenching. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was handsome. Her movements were rigorous, and her slender body gave off a sense of abstinence. He was most likely a germaphobe. I say, have you ever considered the part-time job of a church priest? Or…a gigolo dressed like a church priest? She would definitely become the top star!
Uh, I was shocked by my own thoughts. I must have been led astray by that profiteer…I recalled the days when I lived in the Urahara store. I was forced to instill the unbearable past of being ordered around by that suspicious uncle and being forced to instill "1,001 ideas for making money and treasures". I decided in my heart that no matter what, I would never return to that terrifying profiteer's house!
In short, focus on the most important thing-this boy, I have been concerned about him since I stepped into this classroom. Of course, it wasn't because he was handsome, or that he didn't care about my idiotic girly mentality. Actually, it was a very meaningful question about whether I had a girly heart.
I feel like I've lived for many, many years. Not only did I discover a depth and breadth of knowledge that would make a computer dumbfounded, but I also had excellent observation skills.
Just now, this body had already demonstrated to me what kind of abilities these characteristics could derive. Carefully observing the other party's words and actions, he could judge each person's personality and thinking tendency. He could even perfectly predict what the other party would say.
Such terrifying insight…Using fifteen years of his life to explain it, wasn't that too unconvincing? I really don't know why uncle and sister think I'll be satisfied with such a thin explanation!
They didn't understand my fear of myself at all. They easily dismissed me with prevarication. The subtext was that I couldn't help but love you even more." I didn't tell you about your past for your own good." Damn it!
I stared at the boy. I felt that the fluctuations he was emitting were very familiar. Not only that, but his face also made me feel familiar and very familiar. He is definitely someone who is closely related to my past. I have to get close to him. I want to know who I am…
" Teacher, please don't ignore me!" Arisawa raised his volume, not giving up.
"Speaking of which, Shinozaki-san was also late yesterday. It seems like the same thing happened yesterday as well…Thank you for your reminder, Arisawa! This time, he didn't even need to be called out to catch him!”
"Eh?" Inoue let out a strange wail and immediately covered his mouth.
"No way. How could I not see such a conspicuous head? Teacher, you did it on purpose, right?”Someone complained in a low voice.
"Eh? I didn't intentionally ignore Shinozaki, nor did I think that boys should be gentlemanly enough to give up their seats.”This time, Teacher Yue Zhi had a reaction to the ridicule.
" Ah, that, Ichigo ate something bad today, ah, no, yesterday, so this week…" Arisawa, who had accidentally betrayed his friend, was rambling incoherently…the more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
"Well, do you want to count Shinozaki-san's presence like yesterday? What a headache ~" Actually, there was a clear distinction between the two, but the one at the bottom refused to admit the reality, so the teacher happily went against the students.
The classroom, which had not been quiet for long, was in chaos again.
I stood in the aisle next to the person in question, quietly waiting for the commotion to end. At this moment, the male student on the right leaned on the table and looked at me with his sparkling eyes."It's alright, Ayahara-san, you can sit here without any problem!”
" Asano, you really value your lover over your friend." The handsome boy who was the first to come back to his senses and clap turned around and teased," What will happen when Ichigo comes?" Are you letting him sit on his lap?"
The seemingly obedient boy unexpectedly had a sharp mouth. Asano, who looked frivolous, was the weaker party. His lips trembled in anger for a long time, but he could not refute. He could only puff up his cheeks and murmur in dissatisfaction,"Aqua, I say…with such a cute face, can you not say something so contrasting…"
The classroom was in chaos, making the teenager in a white shirt seem even more quiet.
His hands were in the drawer. From my perspective, I could only see his face. The invisible parts were sensed through the air. He was focused on sewing a doll, and his movements were very smooth. It was a superb sewing technique that could make the human body feel beautiful just by passing through the needle and thread.
How could he be sure of the person he was looking for even after losing his memory? I don't know about this either. When he woke up, his mind was blank. There was only one feeling in his mind-his chest, the place called " heart " was empty.
This emptiness itself made me feel extremely painful. Of course, when I first woke up, I didn't even know that feeling was called pain.
At first, I had no concept of my own existence. The most basic language function was also picked up by external stimulation. The morpheme that had been heard could only be remembered, and it could only be used after being remembered.
It was like a hard disk that had its files deleted. The records were still stored everywhere on the hard disk, but because there was no index, the entire hard disk was like scrap metal. Only by relocating the files one by one and creating a new folder could the files be opened again.
Therefore, the current me, how should I put it? I can't confirm my own existence. I was like a ghost attached to my own body, without any sense of reality.
Even if I could pick up a piece of memory and see the scenes of my past, I could still feel the experience back then. I couldn't feel anything now. The feelings that I should have gained from all kinds of experiences have already become memories, but I have never experienced them personally. Even if he went to experience it, it would only be something he already knew. There was no feeling of being touched, nor was there any sense of being alive.
It was a complete mimicry.
I'm imitating my past self to survive.
They only existed, not lived. Like a newborn baby, I knew nothing and possessed nothing. However, my past experiences had placed me in the position of a completed fifteen-year-old human. However, the connection between experience and emotions was cut off in despair.
He couldn't even confirm the feeling of despair. All my feelings were vague, and I couldn't trust my feelings.
My body operated automatically like a pre-programmed machine. I was covered in a layer of metal shell. Of course, I was suffocating.
If not for that burning flame in my chest, I would have died the moment I woke up. What kind of strong desire would leave an indestructible mark in my consciousness that had even erased my own existence?
It must be the most important thing to me-I remember it, but I forget what it is. What a half-wit…I've laughed at myself countless times. He couldn't bear to forget, but he couldn't bear to remember. That was why he couldn't pick it up, nor could he throw it away completely.
Ironically, even though I was tormented by this entanglement, without this tie, I probably wouldn't be able to maintain this meaningless life for even a moment.
I've always had the strange feeling that my life is one big fight. Since I have to fight one battle after another, then let it be more magnificent and magnificent. A pale and meaningless life has only the value of being spurned. I must find the meaning of life!
And this empty seat in front of me, Year One, Class Three-I had an inexplicable feeling that this place was holding me back. There was someone here that I was looking for. I silently called him 'Key Man' in my heart.
In this classroom, there were many people who exuded an unusual aura, including the valiant Arisawa, the natural Inoue, and a burly boy with brown skin and brown curly hair. However, only the young man looked familiar. The title of Key Lord was his.
"Ayaya-kun! The preparatory bell has rung, hurry up and sit down!”
The first class was Chinese taught by Teacher Yue Zhi. She waved at me and the classroom slowly quieted down. I sat upright on Shinozaki's chair with all sorts of thoughts in my head. Although he was a little far away from Key Lord, there was always a chance.
Thinking that he would soon be able to solve all the puzzles, his heart beat rapidly and violently. I patted my cheeks to calm myself down. No matter what, she had to be relaxed and elegant. This was the family motto of the Ayahara family.
Since this kind of family precept has been seriously carried on to my generation, my family probably really is some kind of prestigious family. However, he could not even see a shadow of his ancestors. In this empty world, I am all alone.
I sighed. As I covered the boy with my Wind Barrier, I thought to myself,'I should just ask my lost memories and Key Lord for an answer.'
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