"Then this poem will be read by…Ayahara.”
Yue Zhi smiled and blinked his eyes before adding softly,""Please, use Ayahara's charm to ignite these sleepwalking brats…"
I smiled back as I picked up my textbook.
It was really super cute.
She was not arrogant, bossy, and self-righteous like the teaching staff. She was clearly still a class teacher, but Yuezhi was like a big girl.
A teacher like her, who didn't seem like a teacher, was actually respected by others. She had also made the boring Chinese language class popular. It was really time to let all those teachers who pretended to be so good that they vomited blood but couldn't establish their prestige among the students come to this class and remold them.
However, his relaxed expression turned into shock when he read the contents of the book. Could he even last until he finished reading this kind of thing?
" Page fifty-nine." Yu Long's soft voice came from the right."Mr. Han Yu's 'Sacrifice to the Twelfth Lang'.”
Zhao Yulong gave me a " no problem " smile. I composed myself and began to challenge myself.
A clear voice that sounded like crystal pieces clashing filled the classroom. All other noises disappeared in an instant. The students seemed to hold their breaths. Even Ichigo, who was lying listlessly on the table in the front row, stood up and pricked up his ears.
"…How far away is the knowledge of death? He is ignorant, and he will not be sad for a long time, but he will not be sad for an endless period of time…"
Tears flowed out crazily, and because her skin was too smooth, the tears that flowed out continuously slid down silently without stopping. Fortunately, this situation was still within my expectations. I cleverly twisted the light so that others could not notice the difference in my expression, and my voice was still soft and clear.
"... Words are exhausted, but love is unending..." Like melted snow, the sweet and slightly chilly recitation continued." Alas! Shang Xiang!" After reading it, I let out a long sigh. Finally…
"As expected of Ayahara, you read too well! There's nothing to criticize about the sentence!" Teacher Yue Zhi was so excited that he even said a few " thank you "." Then, Ayahara, you will also explain the content of this poem!”
Please spare me…I forced myself to continue.
"If a person still has consciousness after death, then we have never been separated. If I didn't have any consciousness, I wouldn't be able to grieve for long. And after we die, the time without grief is endless.”
In a trance, I went back in time to when my father died. After that, whenever I closed my eyes, I would see my father's body being pierced by several arrows, so I slept very little. Fortunately, there was still endless work in front of me, so I could finally escape into the battle.
There were as many battles as there were. I think it was from then on that I drew the symbol of congruence between the battlefield and my daily life.
However, no matter what, he couldn't not sleep at all. This body is a tool and does not belong to me. I have to maintain it. Thus, my daily life was nothing more than a cycle of mental suicide and resurrection.
Before I went to bed, I prayed that I would never wake up, at least not in a world without him. However, when morning came, I still opened my eyes in this empty and cold world where I was alone. When the day begins, I will eat and talk to others. I will not forget to bring my sword, and my clothes will dry even if they are soaked in blood. However, none of them had any meaning. It was like a lute whose strings were broken in a mess, making a mess of clanging sounds.
"The translation is very correct!" Yue Zhi was completely on fire. She only held the book in her left hand and waved her right arm excitedly. Her glasses slid down to the middle of her nose bridge and she did not even have the time to push them up. "In that case, Ayahara, let's analyze the emotions contained within! If it's you, Ayahara, it's definitely not a problem!”
Was this interrogation?
"It's very sad when important people die. This kind of feeling could not be expressed in any form, and it was precisely because it could not be expressed in form that it had to resort to form.”
My spirit gradually left my body and floated into the air to look down at myself. My lips opened and closed, and that gentle yet hoarse voice sounded like a dream.
" Although the person who wrote the poem was deeply sorrowful, it also reflected a kind of open-mindedness. Although parting is sad, we will still be together. The end is death. For everyone, this is only a matter of time.”
Why don't I go to hell? I ask this question a thousand times a day. However, I only have the right to use this body, and I'm also responsible for managing it. It's irresponsible to die so casually. Therefore, my question could only be changed to: When can I die?
At the moment of death, a human's desire to live would be stronger than any will in their lives.
However, I've come into contact with that kind of thing too many times. I'm already unable to feel anything.
From the first time I killed someone, I had come into contact with the hatred, despair, and curse of a dying person-" I want to live no matter what ". After I deprived myself of that will, I chose the latter between becoming a corpse and creating corpses. Thus, I experienced the process of death over and over again while creating death. And then come back to life. What was he who survived?
I kept asking myself,"Have you regained your memories?" Do you know who you are now? But I still couldn't figure out where this monster came from. Am I to be tied to this monster, living, living, dying, dying
At this moment, Yu Long, who was beside him, raised his arm.
" Well, I thought of a very similar Chinese poem-"
"Oh, oh!" Teacher Yue Zhi's attention was drawn to Yu Long.
He tasted a trace of rust and sweetness, and felt the pain of his lips being bitten. Only then did his consciousness be pulled back into his body.
He was saved.
Yu Long spoke seriously.
Although he didn't look away, his concerned gaze lingered on me until he stood up. Looking at his meticulous expression, her chest warmed up a little.
She pretended to be sick and skipped the rest of the class.
I sat on the water tower on the top floor of the school and looked at the sky in the wind. There were tall buildings next to the school, and the narrow sky cut by the buildings was gray as iron. At this moment, the panting sound that was getting closer and closer finally rang clearly in his ears.
"As expected, you're acting cool again. Smoke and idiots like high places. Haha, I'm talking about you!”
Ichigo pointed at me and laughed at me with a heartless smile.
Looking at him with his hands on his waist and his nose in the air, I remembered that it was also like that back then…It was really rare to have the thought of crying. Why was it always messed up by a self-righteous fool like him…I wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Hey, come down quickly! Do you think that place is your throne?”Ichigo raised his head and shouted at me. Seeing a hint of worry flash through his clear pupils, I sighed heavily…Although I found his awkward personality funny, I couldn't do anything about his gentle side.
When I jumped down lightly, Ichigo's gaze, which had been staring at me without blinking, suddenly moved to the concrete floor very quickly, and his face suddenly turned red.
" Idiot…" He reprimanded me even louder, completely ignoring the relationship between senior and junior, as well as the master-disciple relationship. His tone was as natural as my brother."You should pay more attention! She's clearly a girl. Don't be so careless in front of a man!”
I narrowed my eyes." Shinozaki-san, don't you like white lace underwear?”
Ichigo retorted instinctively,"It's clearly a black sports style-"
Having an epiphany was equivalent to admitting that he had " seen it." His words were abruptly cut off in the air, and dark clouds gathered above Ichigo's head. I said, I'm not even angry, why are you angry!
Just as the strawberry pie bomb was about to explode," That…""Am I supposed to do what the White Paper for Teenagers says and shout,'Ahhhhh, Shinozaki-san is lecherous!'”
Ichigo's arms were crossed in front of him, making a cross of 'negation.'"Please don't scream. You'll have indigestion during lunch! However, what was the Youth White Paper?”
"Don't mind the inexplicable places…"
"Since it's something you don't need to care about, don't say it! Isn't it obvious that people care about it?”
" It's because your way of thinking is different from ordinary people…"
Unexpectedly,"Oh!" Ichigo rested his chin on one hand and his elbow on the other. He said happily,"I am indeed a person with extraordinary talent!”
Shining for what, idiot! "You're mistaken. I'm pointing in the opposite direction…"
Just as Ichigo and Ichigo were engaged in a childish bickering, Yulong appeared at the staircase. His hands were in the pockets of his school uniform, and the hand-sewn lunchbox with the lunchbox was on his wrist. It was a slightly sloppy and hooligan pose, but to Yu Long, it only made him look handsome.
My gaze lingered on Ichigo for less than a second before Yulong walked towards me.
"Ayaya-kun, it's already mealtime.”
I smiled and was about to answer when Ichigo's figure suddenly appeared."Brother Glasses, are you ignoring me on purpose?”
Ichigo subtly stood between me and Yulong, his hands in his pockets. His usual cool expression returned to his face, revealing obvious displeasure.
"Oh, Shinozaki!" Yu Long's lenses flashed as he pretended to push his glasses up. He said casually,""I'm sorry, your figure has completely retreated into the background. If I didn't hear you, your presence wouldn't have been detected.”
Ichigo's forehead was bulging with veins."You clearly saw me just now! Or are your glasses just decorations?”
Yulong, who had been pointed at and yelled at by Ichigo, appeared unusually calm." There's no need to greet someone who can't even remember my name and keeps calling me 'Brother Glasses'.”
" Uh…" Ichigo was stumped. He really couldn't remember Yulong's name…He was clearly trying hard to recall as his gaze swept from the sky to the ground. When he looked back at Yulong, his gaze met mine.
"What's this kid called? Hurry up and tell me, I don't want to be looked down upon by this guy!”Ichigo glared at me with a look that conveyed the message. I shrugged and looked back at him." Fight your own fight."
In the end, Ichigo still couldn't remember, and his shoulders slumped down. Was this guy's brain capacity really the same as a Paramecium?
I shook my head speechlessly and said to Ichigo,"Call Lucia up." "Can we have lunch on the rooftop?" she asked Yu Long.”
The rooftop had always been a place where the Ichigo and the gang gathered, while Yu Long and I were in the science classroom.
When the weather was good, everyone ate on the grass in the courtyard, but there was little interaction across the circle-Ichigo and Yulong were very similar. If the two of them were not given a start, they would probably be like two parallel lines, unable to have any intersection. However, they would fight together sooner or later, so they had to improve their relationship from now on.
" Is that what Ling Yuan-kun is planning? But…" Yu Long frowned." But I have something to tell you."”Yu Long lowered his voice and dragged his voice as if he was uneasy about opposing my opinion.
"Hey!" Ichigo had an expression that said he couldn't stand it anymore, and he slapped Yulong's back loudly."If you're a man, don't put on such a sissy face!”Then, his eyes suddenly lit up. He rubbed his nose and smiled maliciously."I say, you…don't want to confess, right?”
" Humph, even if you want to confess…" Yulong snorted lightly, and at the same time, he reacted quickly and jumped to the side from Ichigo's rough palm wind."It has nothing to do with you!" He pointed at Ichigo's nose and said arrogantly.
Ichigo smiled contemptuously at Ichigo and assumed a battle stance. If this continued, there would be no end to it. I took a deep breath.
"Shut up!"
Yulong had obviously never seen this side of me before. He looked at me in shock. Ichigo was already used to it, so he remained indifferent. I told them in a decisive tone,"Today, we're eating on the rooftop! You-"Kick and protect to the stairs: "Call Lucia!" He turned his head and smiled warmly at Yu Long."Hey, if you have anything to say, sit down and talk.”
"The difference is too big, bastard!" Ichigo grumbled as he stormed off to the classroom.
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