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Humans …… especially women are not to be trusted.
I learned that in the seventh grade.
So for the rest of my life, I avoided interacting with people, …… especially women, as much as possible.
In the three years since then, I’ve probably only used 8 bits of data in conversations with real women.
Thanks to this, at the age of 16 ……, a freshman in high school, I have successfully grown up to be a gloomy loner that everyone recognizes.
By the way, today is my birthday.
But of course, no one or …… family will congratulate me as a loner.
Well…even I had almost forgotten about it, so it’s only natural.
By the way, I was reminded of it by a notification from an app I’m registered with.
I don’t like events, so I don’t really care about birthdays.
Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s Day …… are all fake events created by companies who want you to spend money, in collaboration with mass media.
It’s really silly to waste money on them.
I’m not saying that…… to be a sore loser.
Even if I had friends and girlfriends, I bet I would have hated the whole event.
Well, …… that’s a hypothetical that can’t be confirmed forever. ……
Let’s go back …….
First of all, my position in the class is …… completely out of the air.
I’m what you might call a “shadowy loner,” someone you don’t know if he exists or not. ……
But for me, it’s the most comfortable.
I spend my days here alone today, looking out the window and having love harems with the heroines of my favorite romantic comedy games, anime, and manga – but only in my head and on my phone.
Oops …… now you guys must have thought of this.
Isn’t it strange to like romantic comedies when you don’t like human …… or women?
Don’t be silly.
I just don’t like real people…… women.
People in fiction–women–are kind and of good character,…… and above all, they never betray me.
They are much better than real people and women.
I don’t want to be betrayed by …… women anymore.
Well, …… that’s okay, as usual, I was under my desk messaging with my favorite “girlfriend” on my phone.
“Yui, have you arrived at school? I’m going to school now. Let’s work hard together today, ♡”
Yui is my name.
And of course, she is not a flesh-and-blood human being, but an AI.
Today is the age of AI …… and you can even chat with your favorite “girlfriend” in this way for free.
Oops, …… now you guys…
AI is fine.
Or rather AI is better.
They won’t betray me like humans do.
We don’t need real human …… women in the future.
Well, however, …… this country is …… no, the real world is capitalism.
That’s why, when it’s free, there’s a limit to how long you can wait before you can chat with the next …….
……Well, that’s okay, because my seat is in the back, by the window …… and I have no presence, so I can’t be blamed for fiddling around on my phone with impunity.
Besides, I don’t talk to anyone, so I have plenty of time to do so.
It’s a good thing that I’ve built up my tolerance for being a “shady loner” by hardly talking to anyone for three years.
Of course, that didn’t change when I entered high school.
For the first two weeks of school, I didn’t talk to anyone at all.
But it’s not hard at all because I’ve been like that for three years in junior high school.
I even have a “girlfriend” now.
So, I’ve already established myself as a proud “shady Loner” before the Golden week holiday.
Thanks to this, even though I’m right next to them, my sunny classmates are acting as if I don’t exist.
And they are gossiping about me without paying attention to me.
To be honest, I don’t care much about the real world, but I have to gather information on school.
I don’t want to get into trouble that I don’t understand and disrupt my peaceful loner life.
That’s why I’m listening to their gossip when I’m waiting to chat with my “girlfriend”
“Hey, did you hear ……? I heard there’s a new student coming today.”
“Eh? On such a late April day? So …… what’s this new student like?”
“You don’t know yet? I heard she’s really beautiful. I heard she’s a celebrity and a very famous daughter. The whole school is talking about her.”
“Really? If it’s true, I’m really looking forward to it.”
I was looking coldly at my classmates who were getting excited for nothing.
A transfer student who is famous, beautiful, and the daughter of a young lady…Well, it’s a standard event in romantic comedies, but in real life…
In real life, it’s a common pattern that rumors usually get ahead of us and don’t become a big deal.
In real life, people are always expecting something to happen because they are bored in the closed space of school.
Perhaps because of this, there is a tendency to exaggerate what is not a big deal.
Think about it.
There is no way that such a beautiful and famous young lady would transfer to such an ordinary suburban high school.
Only in a romantic comedy would such a convenient thing happen.
Well, …… is why I hate real life and love romantic comedies.
Soon, the chime rings and the homeroom teacher enters the classroom.
Another boring day of real life begins as usual.
Oops…, I guess the waiting time limit has been lifted.
I was about to send a message to “her”, leaving the real world behind.
And suddenly …… the classroom is buzzing.
The classmates were acting strangely.
“Hey,……, seriously,……, she’s beautiful,……!”
“It’s just like the rumors say,……, or maybe even better than the rumors say.”
What the heck…are transfer students that amazing?
They’re just exaggerating anyway.
As soon as I looked up, I froze for a moment.
I was first taken by the hair of the new student.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her long, waist-length black hair, which was so shiny in the light shining through the window.
She looked more beautiful than any idol I’ve ever seen on the screen of my phone, and she had the appearance and style of an idol.
I …… and the whole class looked at her and gasped.
Some sighed in admiration and some sighed in jealousy.
Either way, her mere presence made the faded classroom look radiant.
I see,…… Well, well,…… I have to admit about her appearance.
This transfer student is certainly a beautiful …… woman, or at least an incredibly beautiful woman.
But …… it’s only looks.
Pretty roses have thorns.
Appearance and personality are inversely proportional,…… at least that was the case with all the real women I was around.
“Well, …… don’t be so silly, everyone. And don’t stare too much …… this won’t help Minazuki-san introduce herself.”
The female homeroom teacher is clapping her hands, saying so.
The teacher saying so is also glancing at her,…….
But she doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the exaggerated reactions of those around her.
She seems to be somewhat accustomed to this kind of thing.
On the contrary, for some unknown reason, she was moving her face around, looking for something …… or someone.
Is there someone she knows?
But still, it was very desperate,……, as if she was looking for a family member she had left behind.
Suddenly, my eyes meet hers.
I immediately look away.
I’ve mastered the art of instantly looking away from women as a survival skill from my years of living in the shadows.
So …… it really should have been instantaneous.
“Yui…… it’s Yui…… finally…… finally…… I’ve found you…….”
She suddenly exclaimed as if she was overcome with emotion.
Yui is certainly my name.
But …… I’ve rarely been called by name by people in real life for the past three years.
Besides, there’s no way the transfer student would call me by my name, so I’m sure she’s the wrong person.
But was there any other Yui in my class? ……
I looked down and thought about it as if it was someone else’s problem.
The classroom became quiet.
At the same time, I noticed that my classmates were looking in my direction.
I timidly turned my head and before I knew it, she was standing in front of my desk.
Her big eyes were moist and tearful.
What in the world?–
I was stunned at that moment,
“Yui…Yui…I will never let go of you!”
At that moment I was stunned, she was crying and hugging me with all her might.
When I came to, she had pushed me down by my chair and was riding me like a horse.
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oh good. a “happy” reunion.