I uninstalled Huangmao System

Seeing Hoshino Mori Hoshino bring the topic to him, Jinguji Yue glanced at Yang Miyao who was sitting next to him drinking black tea, but was accidentally burned and kept sticking out his tongue.

"Well...it's always not good to force yourself. It's already very difficult for me to just maintain the first grade in my grade. I really don't have the energy to participate in club activities."

Obviously, he lied again.

There was a period of silence in the student union room, so Yang Gongyao's sound of blowing the teacup to cool down was particularly loud.

"That's it, I understand. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble to you two."

Hoshino Mori Hoshino stood up and bowed slightly towards the two juniors.

It was obvious that Hoshino Mori Hoshino had a look of disappointment on his face. Jinguji Yue wanted to say something, but when he looked at those eyes, he swallowed his words back very wisely.

For the current Hoshino Mori Hoshino, he is just a stranger and a junior.

So, with a little sadness in his heart, the boy stood up and left the student council room.

A strong autumn wind suddenly blew through the open window sill, making a loud noise, and it was so cool. It blew the information on the desk behind the girl to the floor. She squatted down and picked up one piece after another.

Jingujizuki stood at the door and couldn't help but look back. Her steps became inexplicably heavy and she couldn't take a step forward for a long time.

Yang Gongyao raised his head and looked at the young man. In those dark eyes, there was a shadow wrapped in loneliness.

"Senior?"

Jingujizuki was silent for a while: "Nothing, let's go."

The door to the student union room closed gently with a "snap".

……

……

In the corridor of the old school building.

"Has anything happened between senior and the president before?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because when you look at the president, senior sister, you look at your girlfriend. Ugh~~ It's so disgusting."

Jinguji Yue was stunned at first, then said lightly: "I like to see beautiful girls, don't I?"

"Then why don't we feel that our senior looks at us like this?"

"Huh? Who are you?"

"hateful!"

Yang Gongyao started running quickly, and didn't turn around until he was far away from Jingujiyue.

The autumn sunlight shone directly on her, as if she were standing in a beam of light.

"Well, although we don't like anyone, we still understand the simplest truth. If you don't give it to senior, just treat it as an apology for what happened today."

Jinguji Yue didn't respond. He just stood where the sun didn't shine and looked at her from a distance.

The short girl under the sun opened her arms, as if she wanted to hug the decaying autumn tightly in her arms.

"High school students should fall in love as much as they want!"

The high-pitched sound echoed in the corridor on the first floor of the old school building, until the last lingering sound came out of the window and floated aimlessly into the air.

"Whose reason is this?" the young man asked.

"Yang Gong Yao's principles."

"........."

"Goodbye! Jinguji-senpai, Jie Jie Jie!"

The short figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the footsteps that exuded unique joy gradually faded away and could no longer be heard clearly.

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Chapter 11 11Hoshino Mori Hoshino's diary. (Recommended above, please

The golden sunlight shines from behind, and the documents on the table are very dazzling. The black words seem to be dyed with a layer of transparent paint, making it difficult to distinguish.

I looked up at the clock on the wall.

Well, it turned out that it was already time to leave school, and the school announcement should have started ringing, but I accidentally fell into a trance.

I looked at the scattered documents on the table, and it seemed that I still couldn't finish them today. Sure enough, it would be a bit difficult for a single student.

As for Yamada-san... Well, he has done an excellent job as an accountant. No matter what, I can't burden him with other duties.

Let’s take some of it home and do it, I thought.

Go to the sink in the corridor, clean the teapot and teacups, put them back in the cabinet, check the locks of the doors and windows, hang the key to the student union room back to the staff room, and bow to the teacher on duty to say goodbye.

I, Hoshino Mori Hoshino, have ended my school life today.

Standing at the school gate, I turned around and glanced at the teaching building behind me. There were no students on the campus at this time, but the lingering sound of the guitar practicing by the Qingyin Club seemed to remain in the sky. I closed my eyes and listened carefully for a while.

Sure enough, it was inaudible.

Speaking of which, I always seem to be the last student to leave school, and of course I have no complaints about that.

On the contrary, under this silent twilight, the school was as peaceful as a dry city, and there was a sense of security inside and outside that fascinated me.

This does not mean that I am a solitary person. I do not hate interpersonal communication. I get along very well with my classmates. I occasionally meet up with friends from my former club on weekends.

But this is not to say that I have a cheerful personality. If I were asked to label myself, the first thing I would choose would not be cheerful or optimistic. I always feel that it describes a nervous person.

I would rather be a person with a delicate heart, but this is still a bit difficult for me. At least when I faced Yomiya-san and Jinguji-san, I failed to treat them carefully.

Why?

I so strongly hope that they can sing about their youth.

I was confused by this feeling that came from nowhere.

As a high school student and the president of the school’s student union, I think I have shown my best side.

Although there were times when I felt tired, and occasionally I wanted to rely on someone, unexpectedly, I seemed to be stronger than I thought.

I thought I had a good memory.

But I can’t remember if I was so strong before.

Or should I say, I have actually relied on someone.

I don't know if this is my illusion. I always feel that there is an invisible gap between myself and the former Hoshino Mori Hoshino.

This doesn’t mean that my preferences have changed or my personality has changed. I still like to eat the honey and meat floss bread in front of the station, and I still hate boys who behave frivolously.

I am still Hoshino Mori Hoshino.

But just like what I said to Jinguji-san, there must be something missing in me.

And I also realized that I may not be able to detect what I am missing for the rest of my life.

When I thought of this, I couldn't let it go. I was so sad that I couldn't help but shed tears.

……

……

"I am back."

No one at home responded to me. My father was busy with the company's business and rarely came home. My mother just sent me a text message asking me to fix dinner by myself.

Today, I am alone at home.

This is impossible.

I feel somewhat guilty towards my parents. I feel sorry from the bottom of my heart for not being the daughter they expected.

I seem to have been born into a relatively well-off family. I live in a high-end apartment in Roppongi 3-chome, only a [-]-minute walk from Roppongi Station.

I go back and forth to and from school every day at Roppongi Station and Nakameguro Station. I never take a detour after leaving school. I go home as soon as possible, and then go to receive various tutoring services with my mother. This is my whole daily life.

I have received a lot of so-called elite education since I was a child, including art, dance, piano, and foreign languages. When other children were playing with swings and sand, I was always dealing with these things.

At first, I tried to resist, but I was too young at that time and I can’t remember exactly what I did.

Only my mother's words left a deep impression on me and are unforgettable. I often wake up from nightmares at night because of those words.

[If you cannot become the best socialite, you will no longer be the daughter of the Hoshino Mori family. 】

Ah...that's how it is.

It turns out that I couldn’t swing or play in the sand because I wanted to continue being their daughter.

Then there's no way.

Family is always more important than the swing or the sand.

I worked hard to practice painting, I worked hard to practice dancing, I worked hard to practice piano, I worked hard to practice everything they expected to see in me.

Fortunately, I am an easy-to-accept person and don’t particularly dislike anything. As time goes by and we get along with each other for a long time, I will naturally like these things.

Because my heart is an empty shell, I can absorb it very quickly. This may be my advantage.

But even if I am like this, I can accept all the burning love from my parents, but there seems to be one thing that I cannot accept.

According to my mother, I betrayed her and the Hoshino Mori family.

When I was 15, I had a fiancé.

If everything goes well, if I am Hoshino Mori Hoshino who only accepts others, I will probably become that person's wife after I graduate from college.

The other person was a young man about the same age as me. I had only met him once, and I didn’t even know how to write his name in Chinese characters.

Perhaps it was at that time that I awakened to a certain emotion that I had never experienced before.

I long for freedom and courage.

But "desire" alone cannot break the cage.