During the conversation between the two, time passed unknowingly. The first class in the afternoon was still Teacher Asuka's class. The clothes she wore before were stained with Uesawamiya's blood, so she did not wear them again.

The clothes are one size too big and look a little baggy.

Before class, she walked up to Uesawa Palace. Although her face was a little pale and she looked a little afraid of Uesawa, she still bowed to him sincerely: "Thank you very much, Uesawa-san!"

When she bowed, Uesawamiya could smell a medicinal smell and quickly realized that these were the clothes of the health room teacher Tsukino Shizuku.

The school bell rang.

"Today, we will talk about the Edo period painter Katsushika Hokusai..."

When Mr. Asuka started teaching, Kamizawamiya was already distracted. He was very concerned about the link sent to him by Watanabe Lin. He saw several students around him who were not paying attention to the lecture and were secretly scrolling through their mobile phones. After thinking about it, he also

He took out his cell phone from his pocket.

I thanked myself just now, so the teacher should not care about my little actions now... Kamizawa thought so, opened the link sent to him by Watanabe Lin, and the browser quickly jumped to a post.

middle.

That was one of the posts in a small forum called "Lily".

This is a story written in the first person by the original poster.

...

It was halfway through the third year of junior high school when I suddenly had an idea in my mind - I wanted to fall in love.

No matter who I am with, as long as it is a boy who seems to be pleasing to my eyes, I am willing to accept his confession.

Rather than saying that I want to fall in love, it’s just that I want to break away from the boring daily life and turn the daily routine into an extraordinary one.

It always feels a little strange to mention this kind of thing suddenly, but I still want to say it.

In fact, she is a disgusting girl with braids. Although she has a few female classmates with whom she can talk, she also knows that those girls with short skirts and even exposed naked bodies will never treat her as a friend.

At most, he is a clown who can smile and cater to her. A girl like me would definitely not be the heroine in other stories.

If there was a caste system among girls, I would definitely be the lowest Shudra. I would only laugh and let others laugh at my old-fashioned clothes and conversation.

One day, a Kshatriya suddenly said to me: "...after all, you can be considered a member of our small group. You'd better dress up, otherwise you will be wearing such an old-fashioned dress."

It will definitely lower our overall reputation!"

If it were my past self, I would have ended up with words like "I feel it's dangerous to put makeup on my face", "I'm used to this hairstyle" and other words that seemed to be spoken by an old lady in the Showa era, and then let them laugh at you in silence.

Your thinking is too ancient!" "You are an aborigine who traveled through that era after all!" to end.

But this time, I don't want to say that.

"...Then let me try." I lowered my eyes and replied softly to them.

The Kshatriyas were filled with astonishment. They didn't expect that I would say such a thing. They looked at each other and laughed again: "No, no, we were just joking. You don't have to pay attention! This kind of dress is the best."

It suits you, no need to change at all!”

Their smiles this time were a little panicked, as if they were worried that I would really make a change.

The class of girls is not solidified. As long as they have the right hairstyle, trendy clothes and sound, they can give people a "very powerful" speech, and they will soon be able to stand in the leadership class and boss others around arrogantly. For them

Generally speaking, the fewer competitors who can attract boys' attention, the better.

"Well, isn't that guy your friend? If you dress her up, where are you going to put her?" A person suddenly pointed at a girl sitting in the back row quietly reading a book. She also

Wearing braids, square-rimmed glasses, and an uncut knee-length skirt, she looked as if she was carved out of the same mold as herself.

However, unlike herself, she quietly turned the pages of the book, even if no one talked to her, she was still very quiet, just like a real literary girl. Although others did not notice, her demureness

His temperament really attracted me.

Friend? Is she his friend? I have obviously not said a few words to her.

At this time, I suddenly recalled when I started wearing my braided hairstyle.

That was when the first grade of junior high school just started.

At that time, I had just graduated from elementary school, got rid of the schoolbag I had to carry every day, and threw away my wolf-proof device. For the first time, I could look at everything around me with fresh eyes, and I wanted to engrave this scene in my mind.

The people around him were chattering excitedly, and they were as excited as himself. Although he tried his best to act mature, his childishness still remained in his words.

At that time, I noticed a girl who was different. She didn't talk to anyone, she just sat quietly by the window, flipping through the pages of the book, and the sun shone on her book and face.

It was as if there was an invisible position separating her from us, and that dazzling feeling gave me a big impact at the time.

I thought at that time, it would be great if I became like that...

So, the next morning, I begged my mother to tie a braid for myself, and I specially wore the glasses my father kept in the drawer, thinking that I had become a mature adult like her.

Since school had just started, the people around me saw the change in my hairstyle, but they were just slightly stunned and did not ask, as if they had doubts about their own memory. There were too many novel things on the first day of school, and not many people

I will remember the hairstyle of a stranger whose name I don’t even know.

That day, I clearly remember the first time that literary girl looked away from the book and showed me a gentle smile, and then turned her eyes to the book again, as if that smile bloomed just for me.

As if I had been greatly inspired, my whole body was filled with a strong sense of satisfaction, and I threw myself into my junior high school life as a girl with braids and glasses.

People's aesthetics will change, especially for junior high school students.

Junior high school students are eager to integrate with society, so three years later, makeup matching and TV series have become the standard for girls, while visual kei bands and motorcycle gangs have become the idols of boys.

Surrounded by classmates whose aesthetics were constantly changing, I was also deeply influenced by them. I also thought the braids I wore were very tacky, and I envied those girls who dyed their hair.

However, because of her presence, I have never changed my image, which has gradually alienated me, until now I have become an object of ridicule. And she is the same, three years have passed, and she still doesn’t have a single friend, not even a single one.

There was no one to talk to.

But she is different from herself. She seems to be an independent individual and can still live without integrating into the group.

Although I really want to communicate with her, every time I walk up to her and have a conversation with her, I am always attracted by her gentle smile. My mind goes blank and I can't think of anything to say. Every time

He ran away from her with a red face.

When I was in junior high school, I never received a single compliment...except for her smile.

I think it might be time to change my image.

When I told my mother about this, she didn't show any dissatisfaction. She just nodded and took me to a famous beauty salon nearby.

When my hair, which had always been tied in braids, was untied by the clerk and spread loose behind me, I found that the person in front of the mirror had become unfamiliar, and there was only one feeling left in my mind.
Chapter completed!