Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

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I'm not bad at mathematics, but this time is depressing... I'm not sure of myself, and it's terrible to announce something in public.

But the teacher in charge of mathematics in my class is wasteful and passionate, and every time he appoints me, he tries to give me an answer.

Apparently, showing my excellence in front of everyone will change the way I see my class, and I think I can be confident... even though I take extra care of you.

Well then, let's use this formula ─ ─ Hanako Umemiya.

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... here it comes.

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"Tell me the answer to this question.

I had no choice but to stand up in my seat but to bring my hands in front of my chest, and I would look terribly creepy from the side... it might be unfortunate for my hair to hang down and my gaze to be blocked.

I can't accept the expectations of the teacher's "Now is the time" and the annoying face of my classmates "Hurry up"... and the worrying faces of my best friend, Little Boo and Justice at once.

"Wow, okay... li, ma... nh..."

... I really know the answer.

The basic and application questions written by the teacher on the blackboard are copied in a notebook, and the answers calculated and given are only checked for correctness.

This teacher's favorite lesson format, in which sometimes erroneous answers are described as "cautious triggers"... Of course, if you lower your gaze even further, you'll find answers written in your notebook.

For me, reading a book is a simple question… just answer honestly 'the answer is (x = 12, y = 8)'.

"... I see, then the others"

The teacher's disappointing voice and his classmate's mockery that can be heard leaking from somewhere... makes him even more unhappy with his sneering smile, described as giggle.

It's too easy for me... but if I'm wrong, I'll be terribly cowardly considering where I've been with everyday mistakes and computational errors.

... it's easier to get away from the beginning than to make a mistake in public... without hurting miserable pride.

"Next ─ ─ Ah, the chime rang. Perfect the question on page 185 of your textbook by the next lesson!

Today's class is all over by the chairman's decree... I feel terrible when I think I can finally get out of this difficult space.

"Kawako, let's go home together.

"Xiao Ju..."

My best friend, who finished his return earlier than I did... there's also a twin brother, Justice, next door.

They saved me at the top of the School Kirst and at the bottom of the Kirst... and saved me from being bullied in the corner of the library.

... but occasionally I get too dazzled and want to distance them.

"I'm sorry... I have to go to work today..."

"Hmm, I see... then I can't help it!

"See you next time."

With that said, I saw off the back of both of them as they tightened their chests in guilt.

... but this time it's different... I'm leaving school to tell myself that it's for your sake and that I didn't move away from my own sense of inferiority.

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"... hey, does she know you?

"Huh? I don't know any girls from middle school."

I didn't like my own eyelids that attracted trouble from a young age... I wore glasses that only looked like cloudy glass from the outside, and my forehead was long... and I still rounded my back every day trying to escape the sight of others.

To be discreet... I've been worried about seeing plain, but at my age, my big breasts are unbalanced and the atmosphere is easy to talk to... to put it badly, there seems to be something like an aura coming out of bullying. I'm bound to be so entangled.

... it's an aura of bullying, I don't know for myself, and I wouldn't have gotten stuck if I could get rid of it with such an ocultous explanation.

"Hey, where did you come from middle school?

Oniichan, are you there?

... well, you can't help but stand out this time.

I mean, obviously an outsider in front of the main entrance to high school... and if a junior high school girl stood by herself, she'd stand out if she didn't want to.

Efforts to knit three long hairs into glasses with large lenses that can only be seen in cloudy glass from the outside and hang them from both sides don't work here either.

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"... I wonder, did I scare you?

"Hey, Ken, you're good with girls, right?

"No! I'm scared of Masaki's face!

"Ahh?! Why am I out here?

I shook my shoulders and took a step backwards in surprise at the sudden beginnings in front of me... that's why I hate rear filling.

Even if they suddenly show us the inner circle... you don't know that our bottom bugs are only allowed to complain and laugh.

Once you spit out a word of complain or rejection, that's where it ends... you'll get an exonerator saying you can bully me with a single word of "bullying".

"Look, I was scared because I suddenly shouted."

"Gu... but that's amazing...!

Try to keep an eye on the person you're looking for... maybe after you've left.

No, it's more likely.

I can't help thinking about the distance between junior high school and this high school where I ran so hard... my drop-off time won't change that much.

"Oh, Masaki-san... what are you doing there?

"Yes, one article...."

"......!

... here comes the person of interest.

Unlike the game avatar, there is no mesh on the hair and the color of the eyes is black, but it is definitely him.

Unlike me, not to hide myself, but my beautiful, naturally stretched hair is terribly inferior and unbearable... he really hates it.

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Alone in front of him... walking in front of Genocider Lena.

I had a conversation with him today, without Koju and Justice-kun.

"Ah, uhh... uh..."

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... take your hand to your mouth, lean down, wander your gaze and tremble your shoulders... don't surprise me with such a terrible suspicious look, don't look strange... I'm just afraid of this guy staring at me with an expression that doesn't know what you're thinking in silence... I'm afraid I'll be able to tighten my neck if I let go.

The three men he seemed to know talking to me were just observing the course of events in silence, and perhaps on the shield of a time of trouble ─ ─ this guy is also very real. Probably.

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"Ah, uhh...."

... I hate him, I'm terribly jealous.

I don't have a charisma, I'm free... and I have a cute, cool, sweet little brother.

I can't get them no matter how much I want them, he has them all.

With confidence and grandeur in myself, such a appearance that I don't doubt the correctness of any one thing makes my jealousy horrible.

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"That's right...."

... I don't hate him, he looks terribly pathetic.

He has everything I don't have, he doesn't have everything I need... empathy for others, a way to grasp his brother's extended hand... he doesn't have anything.

He doesn't have anything to do with it, which is absolutely necessary for him.

I just can't help looking at this inward-looking guy and getting irritated that I don't know.

"Here, this!... take a look at this... nh..."

"... is that so?"

After all, I couldn't tell him with my mouth on the spot, so I gave him a letter I had prepared in advance and then ran away... really pathetic.

It's good that I tried so hard to get my best friend back, but... I couldn't stand the crowd loop, and I finally reached the allowable limit.

"My idiot, idiot!

When I get home, I fall into the futon early, bury my face in the pillow and curse myself with my feet in the air... that's why I don't like me.

"... what would Blossom do at a time like this?"

While stroking the head display placed on the bedboard, I groan... if I could be like her in real life... but I don't think so.

"... okay"

That's why virtual space isn't the only way ─ ─

"... login"

─ ─ I will play myself as Blossom.

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