When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t get along very well with children and teachers. Everyone said behind my back that the child never spoke. Yes, I was not good at talking. When the children were happily playing games, I was the only one who was confused and didn’t know what to do.

At home, I often shed tears in a panic amidst the laughter.

The kindergarten teacher would come to comfort me, it’s okay, Nanase. She said that, and then gently stroked my head. But I still couldn’t get along with other children normally. Gradually, I became a person. A person.

When I was young, I would draw pictures in my drawing book, and the teacher would come next to me and say, Nanase draws so well, why don’t you show it to everyone? Everyone wants to be friends with Nanase.

I have heard similar words several times, and every time after listening to them, I just feel sadness welling up from my chest. The teacher didn't understand at all, because no one was interested in the paintings I drew at all.

At that time, my happiest memory was the time I spent in my neighbor Amano’s sister’s room.

There were a lot of comics in Sister Amano’s bedroom. At that time, I didn’t know many words, but I simply thought the characters in the pictures were interesting. Sister Amano would occasionally read the dialogues of the comics to me line by line. I liked Amano.

My sister's voice, when she spoke in my ear, was like soft wind blowing into my ears, it was tickling and very comfortable.

When I graduated from kindergarten, Sister Amano gave me her outdated computer. However, I didn’t know how to use it at all, so Sister Amano taught me how to browse the web and communicate with people on the Internet. At that time, I was shocked

, I didn’t expect that the maintenance of relationships between people can be achieved by just relying on a bulky box.

After that, I became obsessed with the Internet.

When chatting with different people online, everyone hides their true identity. No one knows that I am not good at communicating with others in real life. Everyone makes fun of each other and occasionally quarrels. But as long as I talk to others, even through text, I

They all felt very happy.

When I was in elementary school, I didn't make a single friend in class. On the contrary, I felt that I had countless friends on the Internet.

I go home every day, turn on the computer, and chat with different people. I put my paintings online, and many strangers praise me. In order to continue to receive praises from the Internet, I used my lucky money to buy

Drawing board, draw more carefully, I want to gain more recognition from others.

But gradually, the me in reality and the me on the Internet became separated in my body. On the Internet, I was very popular, but in reality I was alone. This contrast made me feel tormented.

My mother was worried about my state of mind and banned me from using the computer when I was in primary school.

Nanase, please make more friends, it won’t work like this all the time. She looked at me with regretful eyes.

My mother's words made me feel ashamed. Of course I knew how bad my state was. It was just that I had ignored reality for a long time, which caused me to have a great fear of communicating with others. I was afraid of being rejected and being prevaricated.

, being ignored and escaping into the Internet in the past few years, I have become an out-and-out coward.

I began to seek changes in myself, but the long period of time left me empty, making it difficult for me to integrate smoothly into other people's chats. I talked to my classmates, and I was not alone on the way home, but those were all

It was just a casual acquaintance, I had no real friends, and the suffering of reality still followed me closely.

(ex){}&/My relationship with Girl A was a very happy time. With her, I gradually recovered the colors I had lost in my previous life. These are all the contributions of Girl A.

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At that time, I only had one friend in school, Girl A. I stayed with her every day, looked at her, talked to her, and felt that happiness was so easy to come by. However, Girl A had many friends.

Of course, I am confident that I am her best friend, but occasionally, when I see other classmates talking to her, I still feel uncomfortable in my chest.

Girl A is different from me. She is very good at interpersonal communication. Even when chatting with others, she will often bring up the topic to me, so as not to make me feel embarrassed in the crowd. Although I have not talked to her too much.

Talk about her past, but there is no doubt that she understands me and is a genius when it comes to caring about my feelings.

There was a class party activity that was really hard to avoid, so I participated.

The group had dinner and then went to karaoke to sing.

The atmosphere in the box was very lively, and in the midst of such hilarity, I only felt uncomfortable, because I only had one friend, Girl A. I didn’t want to communicate with her, so I sat in the corner, quietly making time, and waiting for the party.

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Girl A sang several songs, the cheers became louder and louder, and everyone was in high spirits. However, at this time, Girl A handed the microphone to me.

Nanase, please sing a song too, don’t sit here all the time. She said.

Girl A's expression was frank, and there was no malice in her eyes. Cheers sounded, and everyone was saying, Nanase, please sing a song.

In such an atmosphere, I really didn't have the courage to refuse, so I ordered a song I liked, but because I was too nervous, my voice went up and down, and I heard someone sneer quietly.

In an instant, I felt that the world was turned upside down, and darkness flashed before my eyes. When I came back to my senses, I found myself hiding in the narrow bathroom with tears streaming down my face.

Why was it girl A who handed over the microphone? If it hadn't been for her, I would have refused. I didn't want to disappoint her and wanted to repay her expectations. With this thought in mind, I made a fool of myself in front of the whole class.

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When things turned out like this, I didn't know who to blame, so I fell into a whirlpool of self-loathing.

At this time, someone was knocking on the door of the cubicle. It was girl A.

She apologized to me and said she shouldn't have forced me like this.

But, Nanase, she said in a pitiful tone, you should live in a wider world, instead of confining yourself to such a small space, you have to go out on your own and communicate with more people.

People make friends. Nanase, I'm honored to be your friend, but I don't want to be your only friend.

I didn't expect Girl A to be so considerate of me, but the more she acted like this, the more I felt self-loathing.

I asked her why she could find me.

She smiled and said, I know all Nanase's hiding places, so Nanase can't hide from me.

I also laughed and said, then I will always hide where you can find me, waiting for you to comfort me.

She said, OK, I will definitely not let Nanase be alone.

But that's a lie.
Chapter completed!