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chapter 3's

This is the story of how I reached my twentieth birthday, I was sent back to the age of ten, and lived to the age of twenty once again.

The first thing I want to avoid is overreacting when I see something. Honestly, this is a difficult thing. Taking a ten-year-old's lesson with my twenty-something wit, and talking to peers on appropriate topics of conversation is harder than you might think.

It feels like I'm going crazy in class one day.Maybe this is not the best way to express it, but I'm sure that's how it feels to be a sane person thrown into a mental hospital, I'm serious about everything I do, and don't take shortcuts.Everyone desperately needs the limelight from time to time, he said,so of course I would love to answer a question that no one in the class knew, or object to the absurd nonsense that the teacher said. But I won't deny it. This self-control is not good for the body; it is stressful enough to resist all such urges.But of course, not all of them are bad. Seeing the world from the perspective of a child is the best blessing in the world. You could say, I was still friends with the world back then. The trees, the birds, the wind, everything is open to me. Of course I've seen all this before, but it seems like everything feels new, so it's a great experience.

I wonder, what exactly is this feeling? Perhaps my memory was already damaged when it was returned to this world. Or maybe my memory is compressed into something less detailed, and more abstract,

let's remember this: "The starry sky on the day we camped on the lake during the summer, when I was twelve."If I tried to remember it, I would think "The stars are innumerable and beautiful, and there are also some shooting stars." That's what I naturally remember, but there was no trace of a physical scene that popped into my mind.I don't remember the name of the lake or the campground. I just remember the "lake" and "the camp".Even if I try to remember more deeply, sometimes I can no longer explain in more detail.

Five years after the repetition of life, my life began to veer from the first path significantly. Everything is so different I mean, I really can't tell you. If you compare the two and ask me "What's different?", I don't know how to answer.You need to have some general points to compare and contrast. You can't just ask someone to explain the difference between a merry-go-round and a pencil, can you?

But you could say, I was devastated. Much worse than I ever imagined from my first life.Slightly an example is. let's see..I was bullied by my friends since my first life, I was rejected by many of my girlfriends since my first life, I was rejected by many, and I failed the High School exam that I took in my first life ... and so on.I'm sure you're very curious as to what change in my heart or whatever caused such an error.But I don't want to talk about it, at least not right now. Basically, I am not the type of person who moans when worried about something.Anyone who likes to hear such a thing must be someone who loves the suffering of others more than his own interests, they are really annoying gossipers.

This is what happened.in my second life, a vicious circle has been formed out of nowhere it came from.Slight misfortune causes other misfortunes.Once there is a small bend in the gears, then the others will be jammed spinning.And in the end, the, the gears came loose.I think that's the proper description of what's going on in my second life.However, my friend was the first to say it like that.I was a man who was always called "influenced by anyone". So, I have the potential for great success, but I also have the potential to experience a huge failure.The more I think about it, I realize it is not something special to me.

There are many interrelated causes I can suspect, though, but one of the causes that arguably has the most effect on all of these failures is when a girl rejects my love.When I shoot her - which I'm sure a hundred percent will work - well eventually I'm rejected, and of course I was disappointed heavily.According to my memory, "the girl" always had eyes that looked sleepy, but it looked like it was just because her eyelashes were long.Although she looked limp, actually her brain was always spinning... That kind of girl I chose to be "my future girlfriend".The memories of him are so vivid. Maybe memories also have levels, where the highest level of memories will feel so real.Yes, I think that's what the name of memories.After all, she looks like a girl who can make me fall in love. I've never been so interested in a girl just because she's smart, but I think I'm weak against that girl: "looks like I'm daydreaming, but I think hard."My fetish is like an abnormality... Well, when compared to how I choose friends, of course I use more feelings when choosing my lover.However, such feelings I do not refer to all the girls I meet. I seem to remember that in my first life, I shot him in the spring, precisely in the 3rd grade of Junior High.And the answer was roughly like: "Thank you, I've waited a long time," while half crying. And in the five years after that, we were almost inseparable.Should, that's how it happened in this second life repetition.Yes.