armyinform Chapter 585 The Misery of Social Animals
Chapter 585 The Misery of Social Animals
Chapter 585 The Misery of Social Animals
With only one day left before the new book is released, Hojo Kyosuke takes a break from his busy work and quietly enjoys campus life.
When grades, career paths, and the future are no longer a worry, high school life will show its true charm. Rose-colored youth is as gorgeous and charming as cherry blossoms.
Sleeping in high school class is just like skipping class to sleep in college. If you have to worry about the exam three days later or whether the teacher will call your name when you close your eyes, then the joy of sleeping will be halved.
If you can't even waste time on something you like, you must be the biggest fool in the world. - Yamauchi Sakura
As a high school student who doesn't even need internal promotion and can get special admission to the University of Tokyo at any time, Hojo Kyosuke's school life is boring and interesting. It's boring because he has lost the sense of accomplishment of learning from teachers, and it's interesting because he can sleep peacefully. It's amazing that at home, you need to ensure that the room is quiet and dark to fall asleep, but at school, you can sleep very comfortably listening to the teacher's lecture.
This is a biology class. As someone who can accurately stab his opponent's gallbladder with his eyes closed, Hojo Kyousuke naturally doesn't need to listen. If he looks at the teacher with a sharp look in his eyes, the biology teacher who looks a bit like a praying mantis will be under great pressure. Yukino told him before that the biology teacher cried to her and said that every time he taught Class F, as long as Hojo Kyousuke didn't teach, he would be very scared and always felt that he had said something wrong and was about to lose the courage to be a teacher.
There was no other way, Hojo Kyosuke could only choose to sleep or write and draw and do his own things. Even so, as long as he made the slightest movement, the teacher on the stage would be frightened and tremblingly ask him if he had said something wrong. Really, didn't he just take the individual test of the University of Tokyo and got a perfect score? Is it necessary to make such a fuss?
After Hojo Kyosuke fell asleep peacefully, Glass silently closed the window a little.
Wind, please keep your voice down and don’t disturb Kyosuke-kun.
The famous swordsman Shogun Mokuza Yoshiteru, who claimed to be the number one fan of Hojo Kyosuke and the third best swordsman in Tokyo, immediately climbed down after seeing his idol sleeping. He was already a strong man, and when he lay on the table, he was like a small mountain. It was really amazing that such a small chair could bear his weight.
The No. 1 Swordsman must have his reasons for doing this. Perhaps sleeping in biology class can help better connect to the energy of the other world.
Thinking of this, Zaimokuza felt his head go hazy, as if, as if he had seen another world.
boom--
The sudden explosion startled Zaimokuza, who was about to fall asleep, and made him jump. Seeing the bear standing up, the biology teacher was startled and quickly turned to look at Hojo Kyosuke. He was relieved to see that the latter was still sleeping soundly.
"Go stand at the back." The biology teacher waved his hand.
Zaimokuza was furious. He had just connected to the other world and hadn't had time to communicate with the beast-eared loli! He stood up angrily, and pushed the table forward with his big belly.
"Yes, I'll go right away!"
Hikigaya Hachiman, who was watching the joke, felt a huge force coming from behind him, and then he couldn't breathe and almost died.
"Be careful not to wake up Hojo-kun!" The biology teacher glared at him and raised the textbook in his hand like the forelimbs of a mantis, as if he wanted to execute Zaimokuza immediately.
"Hi, hi, hi..."
Upon hearing this, Zaimokuza immediately bent down to apologize and walked to the back seat.
When he walked to the back of the classroom, he heard two boys sitting in the back row discussing in a low voice.
"It feels good to have good grades. I think Mr. Kuroki can't wait to cover Hojo with a blanket."
Oh! That's a good idea. Let's discuss it with Hachiman and ask him to bring a blanket from home. Zaimokuza nodded repeatedly.
"Idiot, just having average grades won't earn you the kind of treatment that Hojo gives you." A boy nearby shook his head.
"How to say?"
"Don't you have internet access? Have you forgotten that I trapped you in the toilet cubicle yesterday?"
"Asshole, you still dare to say that? That's just some kind of trick!"
"How is that not a trick? Do I have to pretend to be a girl like you did to trick me into ordering takeout for it to count?"
"Hehe, of course that was a trick!"
When boy A said this, he suddenly lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice:
"This time, are you satisfied with my trick?"
Oh my! So there is this trick. I will go find Hachiman to try it out after school tonight. Oh, let’s pretend to be Totsuka! Zaimokuza nodded repeatedly. Sure enough, there is a science to everything! Sure enough, there is a reason why Minister Hojo is sleeping now, otherwise I would not have learned this trick.
The conversation between the two boys continued.
"Your lunch box today belongs to me, or we'll break up."
"No problem. I didn't bring a lunch box today anyway."
“…I’m going to kill you.”
"Then you will never get compensation from me."
"Qikexiu, is this also your trick?!"
"From the moment you ordered takeout from me, you should have known this would happen! I will feed you for the rest of my life!"
"Asshole, you're the one who owes the debt, it was you who tricked me into ordering takeout for you! Don't act like you're the victim!"
"Shut up and tell me what this has to do with Hojo-kun sleeping."
"Hojo-kun's new book is going to be released soon. He has been preparing for this for a while. It is very hard to prepare for the release of the new book while taking care of his studies. Just think about it, if Hojo-kun really becomes a world-renowned writer, how happy will Kuroki and his friends be? If he wants to change jobs in the future, as long as he writes in his resume that he has coached Hojo-kun, wouldn't all the famous schools be vying to recruit him?"
"Hiss... So, when I apply for university or find a job in the future, I can also write in my resume that I was a classmate of Hojo-kun?"
"You guy..."
Boy B was shocked:
"Is this also your trick?!"
So, since I slept in the same room with Hojo-kun, I will also become a popular person? After all, sleeping with me is equivalent to sleeping with Hojo-kun, right?
Zaimokuza's eyes suddenly widened.
In the afternoon, Hojo Kyosuke simply took a leave in the name of baseball club training, and also called the first-team members of the baseball club to train together.
Now he can pitch properly, at least every ball can be thrown accurately into the strike zone, and the speed of the ball is steadily increasing, from the initial 151 to 160. When the number appeared on the speed gun, Minister Tsuchiya thought the machine was broken, until his wrist cried out because of the ball, he realized that it was indeed a real "high speed ball". Although it is not as fast as the + high speed ball in professional baseball, it is absolutely invincible among high school students, and...
This is only the second week that Hojo has been playing baseball. One hundred and fifty is not his limit, but my own limit.
Covering his painful wrist, Ryota Tsuchiya gritted his teeth and tried hard not to show his painful expression. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet and was the person on the field who could hide his expression best except for the referee.
Yes, let alone a thug, even he couldn't catch the ball from Hojo Kyosuke!
151 is already the limit. If it is higher, his wrist and grip will not be able to bear it, the ball will slip out of his glove, and a good ball will turn into a bad ball.
I was the one who dragged down Hojo-kun.
Ryota Tsuchiya threw the ball in his hand and shouted to Kyosuke Hojo to continue throwing.
We can't go on like this, we need to find a way...
He turned his attention to the baseball club's former ace pitcher, Fujikawa Masashi.
Compared to the pitcher who is so brilliant and attracts all the attention, the catcher as a partner really has no sense of existence. People will only remember the talented pitcher who throws a 160-speed fastball, but will not pay any attention to the catcher who grits his teeth to catch the ball.
Cutters, sliders, forkballs, butterfly balls, sinkers... every show of skill by the pitcher is a test for the catcher. It would be a nightmare if the catcher fails to catch those wonderful pitches and causes the team to lose points.
In the professional baseball league, high-paid pitchers will even ask the catcher to go out and have fun every now and then.
Fortunately, although the team's original pitcher Fujikawa Masashi was an ace, he was just a tall guy among short guys. Not to mention performing a feat like blocking all the opposing players by himself, even striking out was difficult for him and he had to rely on his teammates to cooperate with him in defense.
I think you are very suitable to be a catcher!
Thinking of this, Tsuchiya felt a little reluctant when he saw the former ace Fujikawa standing next to Hojo-kun, sharing his pitching experience with sincerity. But then he thought again, I have already given up the position of catcher, so I am the one who made the biggest sacrifice. Besides, with the presence of Hojo-kun, Fujikawa probably won't have the chance to stand on the pitcher's mound again, so becoming a pitcher can be said to be the best choice.
So, I'm the only one who suffers?
No, that's not right. As long as the team can make it to Koshien, my name, Ryota Tsuchiya, will be written into the history of Sobu High School as the captain and will be passed down through the ages!
WINWINWINW, win-win-win!
Hojo Kyosuke didn't know that Tsuchiya Ryota had so many thoughts in his mind in an instant, he just felt a headache. Tsuchiya squatted there, his hands kept making seals between his legs, and asked him to hit an inside slider and a sinker, but the problem was that he only knew how to hit a straight ball.
In response to this, Tugu said that even if you don’t know how to pitch, you must adapt to the secret code as soon as possible to avoid being flustered on the court.
Hojo Kyosuke shook his head, raised his left leg, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and swung his arms with all his strength. The white baseball flew towards Ryota Tsuchiya at a high speed.
He has been playing baseball for a while, and the more he plays, the more fun he finds.
As long as you keep pitching, your opponents will be struck out again and again, and you can wipe out the entire opponent by yourself. This epic heroic pleasure is really fascinating.
As for the batter, you don't have to think about anything, just aim, swing, and try your best to hit the ball as far as possible to score. Stepping on the bases one by one, listening to the cheers of teammates...
The only pity is that there is no cheering from the audience. Yingliang wanted to come as a manager, but was rejected by Xiaojing. Yingliang, who is too lazy to even read storybooks, can't say that her Chinese grades are a mess, but she can only say that she has to take extra classes.
However, among other students who were taking physical education classes, many girls came over to watch the training. Whenever Hojo Kyosuke raised his leg to throw the ball, he would feel a burning gaze cast at his hips and crotch. When he turned his head away speechlessly, the girls did not hide at all, but instead shouted "Come on!" and jumped up and down with frightening enthusiasm.
While Hojo Kyosuke was enjoying his youth in school, the last day's promotional materials were also released, which was the short comic about the miserable life of a corporate slave.
The entire article is published free of charge on his personal website, and reprinting is not prohibited.
Yesterday's trend of "Are you satisfied with my trick this time?" has not yet passed, and it has even become more and more popular as more and more celebrities and people from all walks of life have joined in. Therefore, the publicity team led by Xisaki only gave a little guidance on various social platforms, and huge traffic poured into his personal website.
The number of registered users on the website skyrocketed, from the original 120,000 to more than 300,000 in an instant. This was because his website was open, meaning that one could post comments without registering.
Xisaki, who was well prepared, rented a server in advance and firmly caught this wave of popularity.
As for the comic titled "Blood and Dreams of Corporate Animals", what was the response like?
How could it be bad to be noticed by the editors-in-chief of Japan's three major comic magazines and to be strongly recommended to serialize a long comic?
Although it was a weekday, there were obviously many people slacking off. Some office workers who were relaxing in the smoking room and browsing their phones almost cried after seeing the comics.
“I’m a clerk at XX Trading Co., Ltd., and my salary is twice as high as the protagonist’s, but the doctor has recommended that I rest for a long time.
Sleeping has become my biggest fear.
When I think about having the same nightmare tomorrow, I feel that sleeping, which allows me to rest my body and mind, is just so that I can continue to work. I dare not sleep, and the alarm clock is like a death knell, but I have to continue working. "
This is a highly praised post on Hojo Kyosuke's personal website. The company name is coded by the netizen himself. If it were Xisaki, he would definitely want to dig out the netizen's company and personal information and even the hospital's diagnosis and post them on the website to cause a lot of heated discussion. He is a professional at taking advantage of others.
I believe that big brother also supports me, otherwise why would he create such an immersive comic?
Unexpectedly, the replies in this post were not sympathetic, but full of curses, because although the original poster's story was miserable, he had a high salary! It was hard work but the money was high, and it was obviously a well-known large company so they didn't dare to reveal the name.
Some netizens posted their pay slips directly, cursing the poster for being unsatisfied with the blessings he had, and saying that they were forced to work overtime for free by their boss.
This kind of misery comparison is the most resonant. Seeing the miserable appearance of the protagonist in the comic, the office workers who are overly repressed every day speak crazily as if they have found a way to vent. Of course, there are also winners who have a happy life, high salary and easy work, and they are also happy to enjoy the envy of the common people.
Thanks to the big guys for their monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and reward support, thank you.
(End of this chapter)