"Doesn't seem like my style?"
Again, as if he understood my style.
"Then what do you think of my style, Shizuka Shizuka? I think this is my style.”
Will my style change? I haven't changed much since the beginning. It was stable, absolute, and realistic. Whether it was correct or not, I would never fail. Because my thoughts have always been realistic.
Realistic people would never fail. This was the truth of this world. Those romantic stories were just to fool children. After the incident with Cai Muzuo, I realized this point even more clearly. So, if you say that my behavior is indeed a little inappropriate, but from the root, I have nothing to blame.
"Teacher, you're a Chinese teacher. If you're a Chinese teacher, you should know everyone's Chinese level better than you. Do you think Saiki Yoshiteru can become a novelist at his current level? It was completely impossible. There was not even the slightest chance. Even if they found someone to publish it, the sales would make the publishing house want to kill the editor's level. Teacher, don't you know this kind of reality better than anyone else? If that was the case, did he still want to support Cai Muzuo in continuing his creation?”
"…Phew."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of breathing.
It should be Shizuka Shizuka's habit of dealing with difficult problems. She was used to lighting a cigarette to ease her emotions when she was faced with something or missed something. The current situation was quite tricky for her.
"Hikiya, do you know that you're in a very dangerous state right now?”
After a moment of silence, Shizuka Hiratsuka's tired voice came from the speaker.
"Although people can't see their own limits, the support of dreams can always make people surpass their own limits. No matter what kind of dream it was, it should be supported and encouraged. Even if it seemed impossible to achieve, it should not be stopped by such violent means. If you do that, you will get nothing but resentment. You know this very well.”
Seemingly sorting out her thoughts, Shizuka Hiratsuka paused for a moment. As if he was thinking through smoke, the sound of breathing came from the speaker. After about ten seconds, the teacher's dry voice came again.
"Cai Muzuo indeed doesn't have the potential to become a writer, but I believe that his enthusiasm isn't fake. With passion, everything was possible. Timber Seat wasn't a hopeless person, but he didn't use his talent in the right direction. With a little guidance, he would obtain more abilities. I don't think it's impossible to become a proper novelist. What you said today was a little too much.”
"Is that so? But I think my opinion is completely opposite to yours, teacher. Wasn't it only because he thought it was interesting that he wrote novels? It was just a writer's disease. He felt that writing was a very interesting thing, so he did it. He did not expect anything to happen next, nor did he have any awareness of his own relationship.”
"Compared to Qigu, the vast majority of success in this world is forged from the beginning. Pure reality had no value. It was just pure logic. However, this world is driven by emotions. Your thoughts are already problematic.”
"I don't think there's anything wrong with me. I haven't even felt better than now.”
"Compared to QiGu…"
Of course, I could hear Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei's hoarse voice clearly.
In fact, I know very well how unnatural my current thoughts are.
No one knows better than me how abnormal and unrealistic this person is.
Who would believe that a dream-like event had turned him into this state? If he only believed in his past life, then this behavior itself denied the existence of himself.
There was only one reason why he was lonelier and colder than Keitani Hachiman. That was the unrealistic feeling that seeped out from his heart. He felt that everything around him was rejecting and unrealistic. Even if he wanted to get in touch with them, the bad reviews would come from other people. Even if he was full of hope, he would still be mercilessly refuted.
If that was the case, it would be better to die from the start.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of this before.
But ironically, it was precisely because of my unrealistic memories that I was able to hold on until now. Even if I'm ostracized, scolded, or insulted, I don't care.
Because I am different.
Only I am completely different from them.
This wasn't a chuunibyou disease that started in junior high school, but a realistic and completely appropriate feeling.
Other people would have some friends and best friends since they were young, but I never had any. Other people would more or less receive some attention and form their own small circle, but I didn't. Even if there are always a few unwelcome people in a class, the most unwelcome one is definitely me. No matter how many classes they changed, it was the same no matter where they were.
Her hopes and dreams had long been obliterated. As long as it was something that could make money, he would do anything. As long as it didn't touch the law, there was no problem. It didn't matter if it violated morality. He clearly had such a realization, but he was angry.
The most troublesome thing was that this anger was captured by Shizu-sensei Hiratsuka. This development was not good, really not good.
"Teacher, to you, people support each other, right?”
"Of course, isn't this society a big machine? You were the one who came up with this theory. If it wasn't for the fact that they supported each other, no one would have persisted. As long as there was a dream, it would be possible. If there was anything that he didn't understand, he could just ask. Therefore, even someone like Cai Muzuo would succeed as long as he worked hard, right?”
"…Is that so?"
I chuckled.
"I understand. I'll try my best to make up for it when the time comes. An in-service writer is better than a newcomer. I'll give him some pointers. If he is willing, I believe that he will definitely improve under my guidance. At the very least, it should be stronger than now."
I casually made a promise, then turned off my phone and looked at the brightly lit ceiling.
No, teacher. You still don't know. In this world, there would always be inexplicable malice targeting a person.
If he wanted to ask about something, he would only get curses. If he wanted to find a friend, he would only get ridicule. Even if they asked why, they would only be laughed at and scolded. This kind of vile nature continued to spread. From kindergarten to primary school, then to junior high school, and now to high school, it had been repeating a cycle.
Shizu-sensei Hiratsuka was indeed a good teacher. Unfortunately, Hikiya Hachiman was not a good student. Instead, he was an out-and-out outsider. People indeed supported each other in life, but communication was not necessary at times. There were always some people who would be hurt in the exchange. That kind of cursing and incomprehension, the pain of being alone, was enough for one person.
One lonely person was enough.
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