The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Well, the key is to live in the present. No matter what time it is, you should learn to have a self-protective heart. The so-called "you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others" is this truth.

I politely replied a few words with a hint of vigilance, but I didn't expect the other party to reply almost immediately. What a weird guy! How long has he been sitting in front of the computer?

During the chat, the common topic inevitably involved the content of the works. The unique insights and in-depth reading attitude made the topic more rich. Before they knew it, they had been chatting for several hours. From the conversation, Hiroshi learned that this guy's writing style was very good, and he was a guy who could make a successful debut with a little polishing and training.

With the idea that senior writers can guide new writers to expand the circle and pass on the writing skills, and perhaps because they had a lot of fun talking to each other, Hiroshi and this guy became good friends in a different sense.

With some advice and guidance, Hiroshi encouraged him to take his first step as a writer.

"By the way, this guy's book is about to be released, right? His writing style is amazing, these new writers are all freaks."

Hiroshi raised his head while thinking, and the school arrived.

It was early morning, the time that marked the beginning of the day, and Hiroki Gokuru began his new life.

The faces of the new students around me showed excitement, happiness, nervousness, anticipation, and some were a little indifferent with no expression. Well, people like to call them energy-saving people.

Hiroki Gogen clearly had the tendency of the last category. He covered his mouth and yawned softly, wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, and slowly walked into the campus.

Of course, there are bound to be some eccentric people when entering school. The world is so big, there will always be some people who are incompatible with the outside world, such as the male classmate who calls himself the Dark Flame Messenger, or the female classmate who claims to have the Evil King's True Eyes, and even the existence that claims to be the last elf in the world. For this, people usually classify them as those with Chunibyo.

He showed no curiosity about the new things around him. After all, it's not like he hasn't gone through high school before. He had prepared several books of college entrance examinations and five years of simulation exams. Hiroshi said that he had long lost his former yearning for high school life.

Although the world is big, it is also small. After looking around, Haoshu has seen many familiar figures, but what does it have to do with him if they don't come to find him?

The new semester started at the end of summer. Although it was early in the morning, the temperature was inevitably a little dry. I looked up at the weather.

"It's a nice day."

He sighed for an inexplicable moment, tightened his backpack in his hand, and strode towards the classroom, ignoring the bustling crowd.

"Hiroshi-kun!" A familiar voice came from behind, and a delicate figure ran over excitedly.

Ren Ye, a seemingly sunny and positive young man, is actually a well-known otaku.

The opportunity for the two to become semi-acquaintances was a year ago at the signing event of Hiroshi's new book.

Hiroshi, who was busy signing autographs, was suddenly startled by someone in front of him who excitedly shouted his name. When he came to his senses, he realized it was this guy. Hiroshi, who was almost checked on his water meter, of course hated this guy to the core.

Looking at this guy who looked like he wanted to fight with him, Hiroshi signaled the staff beside him to drag him out first. Well, he was not angry at all.

You can try to get close to me, but you also have to think about the more than 2,000 people behind me. After being dragged out by the staff, this guy still came to the school. Although I have to say that this guy is really reading his book seriously, which makes me as a creator very moved, but N is not N. Half a day is not enough for a top student like Gogen Hiroki who writes late at night and attends classes just to make up for sleep. Brother, I just want to sleep.

Taking this opportunity, the two gradually became familiar with each other. Here we have to mention Hiroki Gokou's creative process. Since he was a child, his family conditions were not very affluent. Although he was not living without food, as the parents of multiple children, the hardships he had to endure for his children's study and life were difficult for ordinary families to understand. Fortunately, the children were very sensible and did not make trouble at home every day, which made their parents very pleased. After all, no one wants to work hard all day and find a mess when they return home.

In order to find something to do, to expand the family's financial resources and reduce the burden on his parents' shoulders, Hiroki Gokou actively participated in various types of competitions, striving for rankings and winning prizes. It has to be said that children nowadays are really smart. Although Hiroki Gokou has the soul of an adult, he is not a hopeless opponent for these little geniuses.

After all, people make mistakes and horses stumble, but the name Hiroki Gokuru has left a deep impression on many Japanese people.

He officially started writing novellas in junior high school. The Sword Art Online he created was quickly recommended by the Undying River Bunko and became a big hit. He thus officially completed the requirements of the gift and got the first chance to fully recover his abilities. He also became famous because of this and was called another rising star in the light novel world.

Lun also recognized him. Honestly, it wasn't Hiroshi's fault. After all, he was busy writing plots day and night, so he didn't have time to deal with ordinary brats. As the saying goes, you reap what you sow; if you want to succeed in something, you must lose something. It's only natural that even though they'd been classmates for nine years, he had no impression of the guy in front of him. Perhaps it was the saying that you don't know him, but he knows you.

Lunzi, I will confess to you right now, believe it or not.

Closing his eyes in pain, Hiroki Gokuru despaired of this distorted world.

According to the process, the next step should be to introduce yourself to the class first, and then gather in the auditorium for the entrance ceremony.

"Aww"

Classmates, slowly walking in the classroom.

New school, new life, Gokuru Hiroki's first day of high school life begins from now on. Before that, he stayed up almost all night last night, so let him lie on the table and take a nap first.

Chapter 6 Gokogen Hiroki is always so lazy

Class 1-B, just like the first class in most ordinary schools, the students were introducing themselves.

Suddenly, Hiroki Gokuru felt a gentle push from behind him in the familiar darkness. He opened his eyes groggily. "Hmm, what's wrong? Why are people looking at me?"

The teacher's helpless voice came to my ears, "Goshin Hiroki-kun, right? It's your turn to introduce yourself."

"Oh oh oh," yawned, and Hiroshi stood up from his seat in a daze. "Mina-san, hello everyone, my name is Hiroshi Gokura. My specialty is literature and art, and my hobbies are reading and painting. As for what I hate, I haven't thought of anything yet."

"Hi!" A pretty girl in the first row raised her hand.

"Does Hiroshi have a girlfriend?" All the girls in the class focused their attention on Hiroshi, their eyes flashing with gossip.

Why do little girls nowadays care so much about this? With the development of society and the progress of mankind, the human mind is gradually tending to be younger and more mature. For example, in this situation

This world is so twisted and biased.

As mentioned before, Hiroki Gokuru is a boy with a pretty good appearance. Unlike those sheep-like boys, perhaps it is because of his soul. His sunny appearance reveals a strong sense of security, which is the type that many people like.

Perhaps because of this, he was constantly asked similar questions in life, so he was pretty adept at handling them. As if it was natural, Hiroshi politely smiled and replied, "No."

"Really? Thank you."

With a strange smile, the female classmate politely replied, "Well, how should I put it? Although it's a bit gossipy, it's true that educated people are polite, especially high school students."

After all, I'm old enough to save the world.

How to be elegantly dirty, how to race cars upright, how to talk nonsense seriously, these are all what we are exposed to at this age, aren't they?

"Hi hi" the teacher's snapping sound drew the students' attention.

"Now that the sleepy Gogen has finished introducing himself, the class is officially starting. After class, everyone should line up and go to the auditorium for the opening ceremony. No absences, no lateness, and no fighting or frolicking. Okay, study first and keep quiet."

The nickname "Sleeping Wugeng" was given to Haoshu by his classmates in junior high school. It was probably because this guy slept in class every day, but he always got the first place in the grade and almost got full marks. In addition, he won various awards in other aspects, which made people admire him. But at the same time, it also made people puzzled. How could this guy be so strong even though he slept every day? He didn't become bald. Then, the nickname "Sleeping Wugeng" came into being while playing, and it even spread more and more widely. The high school was not too far away from the junior high school, so naturally the nickname spread as well. Such an excellent seedling, teachers naturally paid attention to it from the beginning.

Of course, this is also related to the school's indulgence of Hiroki Gokuru, a model student. After all, Japan is not the mainland. Under the banner of "studying is the only way out", the high school life of mainlanders is one of the cruelest hells for students in the world, which is talked about by everyone and is known as one of the cruelest hells for students in the world.

In this country, even if you don't study, you can still survive in the future as long as you work hard. It's just that you are at a disadvantage if you are young and have just entered the society without any survival skills. Although the road to success may be difficult, it is a road paved by predecessors after all.

Compared to other children, if he continues to follow Hiroki Gokuru's path, he will become a famous craftsman in the future, which will also serve as a very good publicity for the school.

After all, national conditions are different, and the relatively complete professional system truly reflects the truth that there are top talents in every field.

Although there is always a huge darkness hidden behind the prosperity, the second dimension is relatively beautiful. So, everyone, drink this bowl of poisonous arsenic and go to the second dimension together.

The gentle breeze outside the window was mixed with the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds. At the beginning of the day, Hiroki Gogen lazily lay on the table, enjoying the comfort of sleep, and began his high school life.

Unlike his diligence at home, Hiroshi's life at school is lazy. Perhaps this is the life of a writer.

Hiroshi felt his collar being lifted up, and when he opened his eyes drowsily he saw a golden figure.

"Oh, Eriri, ahh ...

He yawned lazily, greeted his acquaintances, and pretended to lie down again.

"Don't sleep, lazy pig."

Looking at Hiroki Goken who was about to fall asleep again, Eriri knocked on his forehead speechlessly and glared at him unhappily.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Hazy and confused, this is Hiroshi's current state.

"get out of class is over. Didn't the teacher just say we have to go to the auditorium for the entrance ceremony? He also emphasized that we are not allowed to be late or absent. Who do you think he specifically told this to?"

"In short, I can't sleep anymore, right?" Hiroshi muttered, patting his cheek lightly to make himself more awake.

"Hey, hey, that's it, so don't sleep and go to the auditorium together."

"Oh." He stood up from his seat quickly, and the two walked side by side in the aisle towards the gathering point. Looking at the girl next to him, Hao Shu seemed to remember something and asked in confusion.

"By the way, doesn't Eriri have a few good friends in this class? Why don't you go with them?"

"Who do you think I'm doing this for, idiot?"

Giving him an unpleasant glare, Eriri retorted sharply.

"Yeah, that's right."

Scratching his head, Hiroshi smiled awkwardly.

"First years, gather there!" A man dressed like a physical education teacher saw the bow ties on Hiroki and Eriri's uniforms and pointed at a group of people in the open space in front of the hall.

"Thank you, teacher."

I bowed to him and followed the signs to find my class.

"Advance, advance! Keep quiet and line up in an orderly manner!" The teacher's hoarse voice echoed in my ears, and the crowd pushed forward.

"Huh, finally sitting down."

After finally sitting down in the assigned seat, Hiroshi breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and found that everything should be fine.

“It’s time to relax for a while.”

He muttered a few words, adjusted his posture, and looked up at the stage.

The opening ceremony was a cookie-cutter affair. Rumor has it that the principal's manuscript had been handed down from the Heisei era and remained unchanged. Was it because he was nostalgic for the classics, or were the copywriters in his office just too lazy?

Although some things from the last century can still be applied, as a young man in the context of the new era, Hiroki Gokuru protested with practical actions and he fell asleep.

So much so that he even missed the much-anticipated speeches by the senior representatives.

This year's representative of the older generation is a girl named Kasumigaoka Utaha. She has a voluptuous figure, a pretty face, and long, smooth black hair. She is simply the ideal marriage partner that many men and a few special women dream of. Her legs, in particular, are so plump and simply amazing.

However, Hiroshi had already fallen asleep, otherwise he would have been able to catch a glimpse of her beauty in advance.

Chapter 7 Gokura Hiroki's Master

The Storm from Eriri

"This familiar strength, is it Eriri?" Hiroshi muttered in a daze when he felt his collar being lifted again. Perhaps he was already familiar with this feeling and his body woke up subconsciously. What appeared before his eyes was the usual golden glow that reflected the sun. It was as soft and fragrant as a delicate handicraft, and so bright that it made people regretful.

"Now that you know it, get up quickly and go back to the classroom. Don't be late, or you'll be punished by that stubborn teacher."

"Hi, Mr. Kashiwagi Eri."

He mumbled something serious in a daze, and the girl in front of him was like a cat with its fur standing on end. Her hair, eyes, nose, and lips were all filled with anger.

"Goshin Hiroki!!! How many times have I told you not to call me by that name at school? What if someone knows? Ugh!"

The blonde girl pouts slightly, revealing her cute little fangs. She taps the floor with her indoor shoes indignantly, one step, two steps, one step, two steps, the indoor shoes rubbing against the smooth ground.

“But Master”

"Ah!" The girl's blush deepened, her beautiful blue eyes fully reflecting his shadow, and her voice rose again, "Don't call me by that name! It's just a favor to you as a friend!!!"

I don't want to be your teacher, the idiot whispered silently in his heart. Yinglili stared at the confused Hiroshi with a complaint, "He is such a worrying guy. He has been like this since the beginning."

Eriri, Hiroki, and Tomoya are all in the same class.

Perhaps because she inherited her mother's excellent genes in certain areas, Eriri has shown good talent in painting since she was a child. It may also have something to do with the environment she experienced.

Her mother often took her to visit and play in the community where she worked. Therefore, what she touched and learned invisibly broadened her horizons and became the cornerstone of her painting career. This is probably related to the story of Meng Mu's three moves.

Thanks to this, perhaps this is the bond that tightly ties Eriri and Gokou Hiroki together.

When did the two of them meet?

That should have been when the two of them were in elementary school, probably around third grade.

At that time, Hiroshi had not yet become a coder who was chased by editors every day to submit manuscripts, so naturally he had not developed the lazy personality he has today. Although he had begun to participate in some academic competitions with a purpose to win some prizes to help share some financial pressure on his family, it did not affect his daily routine. He slept at night and went to school during the day, but he did not reach the point of working all night to finish manuscripts or because of inspiration.

At that time, Hiroshi was still a lively and sunny child.

As usual, I went to school holding my sister's hand, going to class, leaving get out of class, and going home.

This is Liuli's first year at school, and I have to set a good example for my sister. As he muttered this, Hiroshi puffed out his chest.

He waved goodbye to his sister with a gentle smile and walked steadily towards his classroom.

"woooooo"

As they walked forward, they heard faint crying sounds coming from a corner, which made Hiroshi raise his eyebrows.

"Girl???"

He muttered his own judgment in his mind, and his body involuntarily walked towards the source of the sound.

Turning the corner, what caught Hiroshi's eye was a dark corner where a little girl with blonde hair and twin ponytails buried her head in her knees and sobbed.

I don’t know why, but it doesn’t stop Hiroshi from caring about this guy, because he knows this guy.

It’s not that he wouldn’t go up to comfort someone if he didn’t know them. If a scammer was crying, Hiroshi wouldn’t go up to him and seek death.

"Sawamura-san"

With his knees bent, Hiroki squatted in front of Eriri, handed her a handkerchief, and spoke softly.

"Well"

Hearing someone's voice, Eriri raised her tearful face and saw that it was her classmate. In panic, she wanted to raise her sleeve to wipe away her tears but Hiroshi grabbed her arm.