Kenichi Umegamiya had been a nightmare.
The man I hate and envy the most in the world - Makoto Aizawa. A presence that goes to school, is in a space called the same classroom, and is always aware. The consciousness still creeps into the brain when you get home and never leaves.
In the sum of one, the true being had swelled up excessively. He said he was born a man equipped with everything.
On the other hand, he was overdemeaning himself. With a man with nothing creeped out and hated by anyone.
The opposite of myself. He that hath and he that hath not. Hell with him being in the same class. Besides, even a one-sided Reiko is rumored to be truly in love. Every day when jealousy and seclusion seem to make my head go away.
And it extended into the dream.
A total of one witnesses a scene where True and Reiko meet at school. Seeing that sight, I finally feel like Kenichi no longer goes to school, let alone leaps out of the house, turns into a beggar in his teens and spends his days roaming the city and fishing for garbage.
Then the moon flows, and when I grow up, fu, inside the 3D screen of the electrician's TV, dressed in a luxury suit, my back is well stretched, and I witness the true appearance of many beautiful women.
The setting that he had taken a gold medal at the Olympics, started a business and had great success, and was also on TV and a celebrity.
When I take my eyes off the TV, there is a truth right in front of me, and I look down at myself in a nasty way and laugh slightly.
"I stepped on dog shit. If you clean me up, I'll put a bullet through the money, and I'll give you a shot with Reiko."
I say so with a distorted grin and my feet out. True, Toichi jumps as a delight, stretches his tongue and tries to lick the back of his shoes.
"Stop. Whoa!
The other self, overlooking the sight, exclaimed, and even screamed at the same time that he slept in bed in real life, pulling off the futon and jumping up.
Worst dreams condensed by any complex. Vision depicting himself in the most miserable future. Tears abound and whimpers leak.
I can't help but curse my fate as to why I have to suffer so much. But more than that, I can't help but curse the truth as to why it makes me suffer just because it exists.
Even though it's late at night, Kenichi, who's completely blinded because of the nightmare, opens the net again. But as usual, I didn't feel like seeing the back-of-school site either, blurring and reading anonymous bulletin boards and whining SNS.
Fu, a suspicious series of urban legends caught my eye on a topic of interest.
"Is it a bad thing to wish to destroy your routine? 'Cause that's the kind of desire you have to get hooked on occult.'
Then why don't you go to the Snow Oka Institute? There's actually a lot of you reporting that you've got power there. '
"Decided to make it all up, Mars."
'What evidence is there that it's not a fabrication?
'Actually, I sent you an e-mail, but I got a reply. Look, evidence. I didn't go because I was scared.'
"Is there a secret entrance to Candoville? Somebody go. '
"The Snow Oka Institute looks seriously bad. I won't be back as soon as someone I know has gone. You don't have to believe me, though. '
Search for what will be the frequently named Snow Oka Institute and find out what it is.
A place where supernormal powers can be gained instead of undergoing suspicious human experiments by a Mad Scientist named Junko Suzuoka. And there are many who want to get cheesy power and fulfill their wishes.
I also saw several reports that you actually made a wish. However, there were quite a few reports that some of them had failed to experiment and died, while others had been transformed into irrational monsters.
(Stupid...... you're making this up)
Basically a bad personality, not accepting things honestly, and making fun of little fools is customary, Makichi almost smiled at me with a spinal reflex, but it wasn't like I didn't care at all.
On the contrary, delusions swell over time. If there is actually such a thing, there is a wish that can be true or not, and there is something that I want.
The truth of the day has been twitching at school thinking about tomorrow's date. This time, I became more aware than necessary that I was going to escort.
Of course I didn't put it out on the surface, but the conversation with Zongde and Jen was also emptied several times.
(I can't believe I've been worried about this forever... I can't talk to Zongdeok and the others. To Deer Mountain... No, because I'm a teacher, I don't want you to talk about this and I don't want you to know it. Mother, of course, is out of the question. I knew this was the one on the internet, I should have talked to you anonymously)
True to find it somewhat embarrassing to be known to more humans than necessary.
"Aizawa, we need to talk. Come to the staff room."
After school, Yumi Kayama, a teacher, truly speaks up.
"Oh, did you do something again?
"I messed with it, I'm sure. Truth is, I'm good at softening things up."
"I don't have anything to talk about, and I don't like it because it's a waste of time if it's like preaching."
True to greet double headlock with teasing Sotoku and Jen's head beside each other, while uttering a dialogue that a chinkey teacher would easily clean up.
"I'd really like to talk to you about your path. I need you to review it properly before it's three years."
I received the words Yumi had told me looking down at the truth with a serious look, and the roots could not ignore the serious truth. You're thinking about yourself properly, and yet you're trying to touch a story that's also your problem, so you can't kick it in the ass.
But on the other hand, the truth is that I feel very frightened about this teacher named Yumi Kayama. He is a good teacher in reason, and I know he is admired by many students, but somehow he instinctively rejects it. I don't even know why.
Plus the sexual harassment behavior in the meantime, that made me decidedly distrustful.
"The results of the final test will be available on Tuesday...... You must be as blank as ever, huh? There's been a problem with the other teachers."
Entering the staff room, Yumi lowered her back to her seat and that was the first topic she had touched upon.
"You're not retarded. Rather a good one. Perhaps a normal child can do less than five things he has to work hard to learn. If you work 10 hard to get 10 for a normal kid, you get 20. And yet not making any effort at all is a very futile story. Other teachers say so. Teachers are - well, only decent teachers, but they know exactly what they can do."
Truth is, I sigh in my head wondering if you're trying to make me care about that. I guess I'm saying the same thing to the other students anyway.
"I'm really not motivated to say that. I'm not defying you for nothing."
This was true. I have to study. You can study, you can go to a good school. You have to go into a good company. I'm also disgusted with the structure itself of slapping my ass in this condition, but it's hard not to be a strong sense of purpose before that.
On the other hand, I do feel anxiety about the future. Everyone is trying to get into the normal framework and studying. Life to follow ordinary rails. I wonder what would happen if I got out of there?
I see nothing. I have such a fear that I go into the darkness. And I'm going to feel inferior to something called myself that I can't even live a normal life, and that's scary, too.
"Everyone... I want to be normal, I'm afraid I can't be normal, so are you studying hard? I have no idea what the rest of them are thinking or how they feel. Because there's some good purpose in the future? 'Cause you're anxious if you don't match your surroundings?
The truth is that I'm not quite anxious right now, myself, which obviously doesn't suit my surroundings. But as a relief from that anxiety, I don't feel like studying to fit in with other students.
"It's going to fit the surroundings or it's going to fit the system of society. It's easier not to think that far now. You're smart and you have a face, so I don't think there's any way you're going to be buried like this."
Instead Yumi reaches out and strokes her true cheek and smiles.
Yumi's behavior was unexpected, and she truly felt something relaxed and reflexively paid off. It wasn't embarrassing. That's what happened the other day, but I was really scared. Sexual harassment is a big problem if gender is the other way around. No, it wouldn't have to be the other way around.
"You're an outgoing ub."
Yumi laughs when she dulls. I truly wondered what other teachers would do if they saw me, and I was driven by the urge to look around, but I didn't do it because I felt like I was dumb about that reaction as well.
(This is the last time, my lord, there's something wrong with imitating such sexual harassment)
When I left the staff room, I truly think. He said he had reached for his groin after gym class, even though if he found out, he could be chased for teaching.
"Aizawa, what was your teacher telling you?
When I left the staff room, Zongde and Jen, plus three Reiko, waited for me to come out. The first person I spoke to was Reiko.
"About the path or something?
Because Reiko had a terribly suspicious face, I answer in the end, truly in anticipation that Yumi might have seen her touch her face.
"What is it... Doctor, I think I was touching you..."
(I knew you were watching)
Nothing is offensive to me, but somehow I feel blamed for doing something wrong.
"I mean, why are you following us lately?
Jen asked me about Reiko, and I knew about her attitude, and I didn't touch her until now, but she asked me a question that I couldn't even answer, so I tried to say it to seal it up.
"You like Aizawa?
When Reiko mumbles, Zongde hits more direct balls than true. Of course Sotoku threw it after figuring it out. Reiko blushing.
"I think it would be less damaging to be clear sooner, but this guy, he's already got her."
"Ha!
Reiko rams from face to floor and makes a loud noise at Zongde's relentless death sentence.
"What is that gag comic strip?"
"No, because it was hurriedly damaging... with physical damage, I tried to reduce mental damage..."
Reiko stands up holding her nose down and saying hello. My eyes are empty and my hand tips are shaking fine. Seeing as this is quite a shock, it's hard for both True and Zongde to speak up.
"Maybe she is, Dr. Kayama?
"No way."
True to deny Reiko's question without interruption.
"Why is Deer Mountain coming out?"
Zongde says unexpectedly. Zongde and Jen did not see the interaction between True and Yumi.
"Because..."
Reiko remembers Yumi having truly touched her earlier.
(Does Kayama care about me, too? ridiculous)
I've been a hottie since I was in elementary school. From the truth, I'm not particularly happy about being liked other than my favorite kids, and that doesn't make me feel superior, and honestly depressing.
"I've got something good in mind. Hey, Kikuchi-san, why don't you really ask me to put two strands on it?"
Spread an innocent grin to the full, Jen suggests.
"Well... If polygamy was born in a natural country, not Japan, I might have asked for it."
Reiko replied, laughing powerlessly at Jen, who was going to be following me all over her body.