Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

"People are all equal"

I went to middle school until two years ago, a word that was the principal's cliché.

All men are born equal, and the efforts of individuals make the difference.

In other words, he told the students, as he did every morning at a monthly ceremony, that if he tried, he could be the best anyone could be.

I have these words left by the great old man.

"Heaven does not make man above man, nor man under man."

Traditionally, human beings are equal at birth, and it does not depend on wealth, patrimony, occupation, social status, etc., but on how they worked on academia... what a word of meaning that preached the importance of academia, he said.

I'm sure the Principal wanted to say the same thing to the former great man by changing it to the words equality and effort.

But let me tell you something, this world is far from being born equal.

Let's assume it's analogous in sports.

In children born into wealthy families and who, under leading leaders, have learned to play sports in a tidy environment and children who are poor and have no choice but to practice alone in the park, there is a difference between cloud mud.

Knowledge, experience, quality of practice, whatever you take, can't be called equality.

This is because at birth we are not already equal in terms of wealth and poverty.

And there's also a personal difference in talent.

Even if you were born in a poor family, you may be able to overwhelm your surroundings with natural talents.

But that is a very rare case, and the three mentioned earlier generally make a fatal difference for people who take sports seriously.

Not only sport, but also economic power, households, jobs acquired in the future, in fact, the world is truly unequal and is made up of a system that compares others with themselves in its inequity.

But I think the most unequal thing is appearance.

People with good looks and people who don't.

There is an absolute difference between the two than words.

Especially when you're a student, it's no exaggeration to say how you can live school life with your appearance.

It's just good looks, people gather around nature, and vice versa. Bad talk and bullying come with people who don't look good.

Not just among students.

Even after you become a socialite, that doesn't change.

Neither do I. I'm never good looking.

Mixed with the boys in the class, it won't stand out enough to say it's bound to.

She has hair that stretches close to her eyes and has a thin body that is slightly over 170cm tall.

Clarified and plain.

I just have never been badly told that I'm creepy because of my scrupulous work, and I'm grateful to my parents for giving birth to this look.

I've been told a lot that I don't have a presence...

But that doesn't mean I don't have a problem with my appearance around me, either.

The cause of the problem is so troubling that it can be said every time a friend from middle school and a family member behave together with each other from an early age.

Those two, Yudo Hagiwara and Shizukuza Kanzaki, are beautiful men and women recognized by everyone at the school.

At the annual cultural festival held at Sakura no Hill School (Sakura no Okumura), which we attended last year, we ranked handsome and beautiful girls first in our freshman year.

By the way, even in the fitting couple department, he took first place even though he wasn't socializing.

The award-winning personals denied it by mouth, but I remember well that it didn't seem like a lot.

... Especially Yudo.

Originally two people I knew through me, but I do think they look great.

A high ridge flower for a piece (kata) or the prince of a schoolgirl student, a piece (kata) or a schoolboy.

I guess I look like a goldfish turd with the two of you who are the center figures of the school from around me and how I act with my uneaten face.

Even I don't like to follow them around.

Who likes to be with you while you know you can turn a cold gaze.

Just because we're friends and childhood friends doesn't mean we have to be together in school.

We just need to talk and act together when we have business or when we promise to play.

A friend is not a word that always refers to someone you're with.

At least that's what I think.

The reason why I've spent more time with the two of us than ever before with such an idea goes back to the day of the opening ceremony a few days ago.

"Two years is the same class as those guys..."

Currently, the two-year class roster is stuck in front of me.

Today, when the new semester began, classes had been presented simultaneously throughout the school year.

Rarely, the school does not present classes at the entrance ceremony for freshmen, either, and is affixed to the first-year school building on the day of the commencement ceremony at the same time as the school students.

I wonder what kind of class you are in, and what a freshman would be feeling that nervous right now.

I look through such a class roster in turn from one group to another to find my name.

Passed with one or two pairs. My name was written above the three pairs, but a little above it were two names that I knew well.

Yudo Ogiwara, Shizukuishi Kanzaki.

Princes and princesses of Sakura no Hill School.

Two of them, each of them male and female, are said to stand out and look good and look good on a couple, but honestly, they think it's actually because they're the only ones to catch up with each other, including personality.

Those two were written within the same three sets of names.

Perhaps many of the students around them who have been in the same three groups are happy to speak up.

The woman shouted joyfully, "Ka Ka," and the boy shouted, "Whoa!" He was lovingly roaring.

In this way, for a year, these two opinions will be treated as the intention of the class.

It's only natural because this is the two most popular statements, but for someone like me who doesn't join that circle, there's never been a more boring class.

Earlier in the new semester, trying to leave the spot in a fed up mood, he accidentally pulls the collar of his uniform from behind.

"Hey, this has got an interesting class, buddy."

"... where, I didn't want to be in the class with you guys"

Looking back, Yudo Hagiwara, the central figure in the conversation so far, was grabbing my uniform with his left hand.

The face I laugh at with Nihihi in fun is so handsome from me that I'm already so tired of seeing him, I get angry watching him.

"But it's the first time, I can't believe the three of us are in the same class. Glad the year seemed fun."

"I don't know because I have a school trip for two years," she said, arms behind her head, laughing at Yudo naggedly, and the surrounding girls hear a tall voice.

I guess this guy will be a female killer for the rest of his life, whichever girl makes a scene with one of Yudo's tricks.

Find Yudo and walk to the classroom to get out of the students gathered to swarm.

"What's so fun... it's hell to live surrounded by classmates who do what you guys say for a year"

"He said he wouldn't do that!... Still hard to say, if it wasn't for me, I wouldn't even have friends to talk to?

"Please be my guest..."

When I answered Yudo, who could bring a large number of students just by walking, I avoided sewing overflowing students and went for three classrooms, which were destinations.