Real teaching, but diary flow

To be precise, it was the group led by Hirata Yosuke, which included Yamauchi Haruki, Ike Kanji, and Sudo Ken, among others, whose scores were in a very precarious state of failing.

"You can leave if you don't want to come," Sudo Ken said, his expression quite annoyed.

With a complex expression, Haruki Yamauchi sighed softly, "If only I could simply not come if I didn't want to..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you all? You're all acting so strangely." Chi Kuanzhi was utterly shocked: "Was this really your persona before?!"

He suddenly turned to look at Sudo: "Ken, weren't you supposed to be the kind of person who thinks studying is a hindrance and that you want to play basketball?!"

He then turned to look at Yamauchi: "Haruki, weren't you the kind of person who thought studying was unnecessary, that as a genius, I didn't need to study?!"

"What's wrong with you all?!"

He couldn't understand.

Didn't we all agree to mess around and have fun together, and agree to be good-for-nothings together?

Why are you two suddenly becoming ambitious?!

Faced with Ike Kanji's questioning, Sudo Ken remained silent, while Yamauchi Haruki secretly glanced at Hirata.

"Ike-san, be quiet." With a blank expression, Hirata Yosuke uttered words that brooked no refusal.

The cold words sent a chill down his spine, and Chi Kanji immediately shut his mouth.

Seeing that Kanji Ike had calmed down, Yosuke Hirata finally revealed his gentle expression again. He looked around, casually found an empty table, and led the students behind him to sit down one by one.

"Alright everyone, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me," he said softly.

Soon, the sound of turning pages rang out. Although reluctant, Chi Kanji obediently sat down.

However, unlike other students who came to the library on their own initiative, he didn't bring anything with him.

"Ken, lend me a book." He dragged the chair he was sitting on to Sudo Kenji's side and grabbed a book from an unknown subject.

He wasn't really planning to read it seriously, but everyone around him was reading, and he felt uncomfortable doing nothing.

"..."

Kenjiro Sudo didn't reply, so Kanjiro Ike took it as a yes. He took the book from Sudo, opened it, and used it as a cover to shield his face. Once again, he shrank back and moved closer to Sudo.

"Hey, Ken, we're friends, right?" Kanji Ike said in a low voice, while secretly watching Hirata Yosuke's movements, "If you still consider me a friend, then tell me quickly, are you being haunted by some strange, unclean thing?"

Chapter 79 *Crackling*

friend.

Ken Sudo gently pondered the word in his mind.

Yes, Kanji is his friend.

He was the only friend he made in high school, after being isolated in junior high.

“…” With a soft sigh, Sudo Ken said, “I’m not haunted by anything strange, and my brain isn’t damaged.”

"Well, I guess I've just come to a better understanding of myself."

it is ridiculous.

Whether it's life or basketball, which I'm so proud of.

I thought basketball was the only thing I could accept, the only thing I could be proud of.

But the harder you try, the clearer you become aware of the unmistakable dividing line between humans and non-humans.

...Actually, he shouldn't have given up so early. No matter what, he wouldn't have been convinced if he hadn't tried it himself, challenged those people, and seen for himself what 'real basketball' was like.

The game footage of the Generation of Miracles is terrifying, so terrifying that everyone will doubt its authenticity and question whether what they have been playing all these years is actually basketball.

But that was just a video recording.

Since the seniors in the basketball club are still working hard, and since they firmly believe that they can do it...

Kenjiro Sudo felt that he should be able to do it too.

Having been depressed for a time, he regained his spirits and decided to find the reason why those people were able to do those inhuman sports through arduous training.

One day, during one of his extra practice sessions, he unexpectedly overheard the truth, a truth that had been forgotten by his seniors.

"You can do it! You are the future of basketball!"

"Pfft, hahaha, did you see the expressions on those newbies' faces? They really think they can defeat those monsters."

"Honestly, if it weren't for getting the funding from the school to keep the department running, I wouldn't want to play this game with them."

"Just drift through life, graduate, and get a recommendation from the school to become a basketball coach at a local school. What's the point of working so hard?"

"Don't say that. If the freshmen didn't train so hard, how would we cope with the school? It's not like we can just pretend to shout slogans to get the new students to work hard and set some impressive but unattainable goal to get funding from the school. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"Besides, they've only worked hard for a year. Once they go out and see the competition in a while, their confidence will be shattered, and they'll end up like us."

"Whew, passion and youth, let's fight! Hahaha..."

As the voices of his seniors faded into the distance, Ken Sudo hid in the bathroom, pressing his hand against the wall, cold sweat pouring down his face.

His heart was pounding, and despite the sweltering summer heat, he felt an icy chill.

Just to appease the school?

Playing house?

Just to get funding?

...So what exactly was the reason he trained so hard?

Takeru Sudo suddenly woke up with a start.

As if waking from a nightmare, I straightened up, drenched in cold sweat.

What if, what if the path of basketball doesn't work out...

For the first time, he began to seriously consider this question, something he had never thought about before.

Looking at the passing mark drawn by Chabashira Sae, looking at the bright number '0' on the blackboard, looking at the match video on my personal terminal that I had replayed countless times but still couldn't understand.

Takeru Sudo started to panic.

Eh?

Why did it suddenly turn out like this?

If I really drop out of school, what should I do?

Even though he was only a first-year high school student and his wonderful high school life had just begun, Takeru Sudo inexplicably became nervous.

He had already spent the first half of his life in a daze, and if he had to spend the rest of his life in the same daze, he would have to rely on the words of his father, whose very appearance made him want to vomit.

He prefers to study.

"Study, study, there's never a bad thing." With a soft sigh, Ken Sudo gently patted Kanji Ike's shoulder.

This was his heartfelt advice to his friend.

Chi Kuanzhi: "???"

Sudo has gone mad.

No, no, he cannot give in yet.

Gritting his teeth, with Sudo's book in his hand, Ike Kanji tiptoed up again, intending to get closer to Yamauchi Haruki's side.

Haruki, if it were Haruki, he would definitely understand me!

When it comes to studying, you can easily pass a test by cramming at the last minute!

With hopeful and expectant eyes, he looked in the direction where Haruki Yamauchi had sat in his memory, and then, Kanji Ike saw a pair of eyes.

"..." Hirata Yosuke was looking at him.

"Eek—" With a sudden shiver, Chi Kuanji quickly shrank his head.

However, if simply tucking your head in would be effective, the ostrich culture would have been widely promoted long ago.

"Continue with your work." Hirata Yosuke gently patted Yamauchi Haruki's shoulder and approached Ike Kanji with a kind smile.

He bent down and said softly, "Chi, that's about time. It's time to study."

"Yes Yes......"

......

“Eh…” A hint of surprise appeared in Asakusa Tetsu’s eyes.

He had been observing from the very beginning. He thought that the trash from Class D came to the library to disturb everyone's studies, but he didn't expect that apart from the few times that Chi Kuanzhi shouted at the beginning, they were surprisingly quiet.

The most impatient Ken Sudo is taking the initiative to study, the most inhuman Haruki Yamauchi is suppressed by Yosuke Hirata, and even the most lively Kanji Ike has not escaped Yosuke Hirata's clutches.

Are you still the same Yosuke Hirata?

In my memory, Hirata Yosuke shouldn't be the kind of person who's good at smoothing things over, always making sure everyone is friendly and that no classmate is missing... right?

Oh no, now we can't say he's a low-level version of Hayama.

Normally, it should have been Horikita and Kushida who stepped up to find a way to get these useless students to pass the exams. However, after he spoiled the whole thing in his diary, Horikita and Kushida are now hanging out together, while Hirata has stepped up to be the mother figure.

unexpected.

However... if he remembered correctly, Class D's homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira, was going to cause some trouble during the midterm exams.

It's hard to imagine how much more resentment they'll feel towards Chabashira Sae when they realize that their diligent study is misdirected from the exam scope.

Haha, should I write a diary entry to remind my little sister?

Just as Asakusa Tetsu was thinking this, suddenly, the girl behind him quietly raised her hand and poked him, and then handed him a piece of white paper with words written on it.

On the white paper, these words were written in delicate handwriting.

If you had the chance to leave a message directly for your favorite author, what would you say?

Chapter 80: Who the hell is this author?

conversation by writing.

For students, this is the second most common form of idle chatter after whispering.

They often appear in the classes of relatively strict teachers with keen ears, and in extremely quiet environments.

With just a piece of paper and a pen, two people sitting at the same table can chat about anything and everything, from their families of origin to the game Genshin Impact.

In the library where everyone was studying quietly, although it wasn't impossible to speak softly, our beautiful and kind-hearted Ms. Shiina Hiyori chose to communicate by writing, posing this question to her rare friend.

If you had the chance to leave a message directly for your favorite author, what would you say?

...What kind of question is this?

Asakusa Toru raised an eyebrow as he looked at the line of words on the paper in his hand.

Whether or not they leave comments, most writers nowadays have their own personal accounts on social media, right? As long as you tag someone, your comment will basically be seen.

Therefore, the key to this issue lies in 'leaving a message directly'.

To put it simply, the question is, 'If you had a real-life opportunity to like a writer, what would you do?'

"..."

Normally, when faced with a problem, most people's reaction is to think about the answer to the problem before considering other related matters.

But Asakusa Tetsu is different; he likes to first guess the other person's motives.

so......

During the guessing game, a resident NPC in the library suddenly asked this question. What was the purpose of this question?

First, she suddenly had a whim and started asking questions based on presupposed conditions.

Second, she felt bored because she was tutoring others but was just making them do problems, so she came to bother her.

Third, she was given the opportunity to leave a message and ask questions directly to her favorite authors, hoping to get their opinions on her ideas.

Fourth, she likes me.

During one's student years, it is not uncommon to set up all sorts of random conditions, raise all kinds of questions, and explore the choices that would be made under those conditions.

The most common questions are: If you had money, what would you do first? If you were an adult, what would you do? If, if, if—