When talking about the memories of their youth, probably everyone had some kind of past memories. Some memories made people smile knowingly, some made people sigh endlessly, and some made people blush when they thought about it, wishing they could find a mouthful of Unruffled Water and drink it all in one gulp.
But for a certain someone, today was a special day.
He didn't know if what he was going to do today would be a super dark history that would make him bash his head on the table in anger or the beginning of an unforgettable sweet memory.
"I like you, please be my girlfriend."
Only the two of them were left on the rooftop. Under the watchful eyes of their friends hiding in the corner, the blushing boy shouted out his feelings to the girl. The spring breeze blew the willow leaves, and the entire world was filled with the smell of youth.
"Okay, actually I've liked you for a long time."
If the girl sweetly accepted the boy's confession, with the way things developed, everyone would know that this was a sweet teen comedy.
Unfortunately, most of the time, the memories of youth were mixed with sweetness and bitterness. 90% of the time, the development wouldn't be so smooth.
"… I'm sorry, actually, I already have someone I like."
This was probably the realistic development, although the plot was full of twists and turns.
But as long as our male lead continued to work hard, there would always be a chance.
But sometimes …
"Trash, you dare to confess to me like this? How much do you have? How much do you earn every year? What kind of university are your grades? What kind of job do you expect to get? Let me say this first, if you don't earn a million a year, scram. "
Alright, this was probably a more realistic development. It was also the pain in the hearts of countless adult men. But it wasn't too bad.
At least, there was still a chance to work hard. It wasn't as hopeless as the following.
"I'm sorry, I like girls."
This … was too difficult. If the girl didn't intend to use this as an excuse to reject him, it would be better to just give up.
"Haha, actually, I'm your mother/father/sister/brother."
This was even more difficult. If this girl didn't watch too much Star Wars, or if she was deeply addicted to Korean dramas, if what she said was true … before doing a blood test, shouldn't I bring her to a psychiatrist?
"Sorry, I only like two-dimensional creatures. I'm not interested in three-dimensional gorillas with leg hair and chest hair!"
This was even more hopeless. Of course, for a small number of people with special living habits, such otaku girls were even more expectant … But in reality, if otaku girls were to be used as 2D standards, their requirements for appearance were actually quite high. The otaku boys were even more tragic.
But sometimes, the only difference between reality and fiction was that stories needed logic, while reality didn't need logic at all!
"I like you. Please be my girlfriend."
"I'm sorry, I'm a vampire. My family says that I can't interact with humans. Although you're only a half-human, you're still a three-dimensional being. I only like two-dimensional beings. I have no interest in a three-dimensional gorilla with leg hair and chest hair! I love cute 2D girls the most! Besides, I already have someone I like! "
This scene, sorry, voice-over, I really don't know how to face it at this time. There are too many bad points, where should I start to complain …
"Smile, as long as you smile, everything will be fine … Damn it! Was this any different from the tragedies above?! It's just that all the tragedies come together, right? How much of a failure did one have to be in order for all the tragedies to come together? Also, what's the meaning of a vampire? Is this really a high school in the real world? Give me back the scientific worldview of normal people! "
In the classroom, Rorschach's continuous complaints were still echoing in the classroom even though it had already been a day since his failed confession.
His angry roar made his new friends, who had only known him for two weeks, recognize this young man again.
Rorschach, L. Harloys, had a rather strange name and an appearance that was even younger than his actual age.
Not long ago, he had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday. Now, people would believe him if he said he was ten years old. People often said that his blond hair and rosy cheeks were really cute. Yep, he was born with a baby face.
He weighed less than fifty kilograms and was about one and a half meters tall. Considering that a quarter of all mixed-bloods were wood spirits that would forever remain young, this height was already something to be proud of.
Wood spirits were one of the few species from the Aishi world. This strange species was somewhat similar to the elves in fairy tales. Even adult wood spirits had faces as young as a child's.
As a mixed-blood, Rorschach didn't obtain any other advantages from his bloodline. Instead, due to his overly young appearance, he had a dark history that he couldn't bear to look back on. Actually, this confession wasn't even the darkest part …
"I'll feel pressured when I'm with you. I can tolerate being treated like a brother and sister, but if I'm treated like a mother and son … Last month, Ah Sha was called auntie just because she went shopping with you. I really can't accept that."
'Someone my age looks as old as my mother … What can I do? I'm also in despair.'
"I've done some research on wood spirits' lifespan and growth cycle. I can tolerate my lover being younger than me, but if I'm already an old woman and you haven't even reached puberty yet, being a married old virgin is too scary."
This was probably the most serious question, and also the question that Rorschach didn't know how to answer … Was he supposed to take off his pants in the middle of the street and yell that he would show her his super woolly mammoth? Perhaps the police would teach this little hooligan a good lesson and teach him what public order was.
Although Roxia had repeatedly hit a wall, when he considered the fact that he had met only a handful of wood spirit mixed-blood hybrids in his entire life, as well as the fact that he could foresee the fierce competition within the wood spirit tribe, Roxia decided that he would work hard for his marriage. However …
"I'm sorry. Although your confession with marriage as the prerequisite moved me, I've actually always treated you as a younger brother, a younger brother, a little cutie, a pet, or a bottom …"
Cuteness wasn't enough to make a living. Choosing a lifelong partner wasn't just based on looks. Most girls' answers were so heartbreaking.
Wait a moment, did something strange sneak in? What the hell was a bottom? Also, wasn't there something wrong with that "pet"? That older sister's smile was so dangerous. Should I just call the police!?
Although Rorschach's appearance was slightly special, he was actually no different from other Earth youths. He also liked to exercise but hated sweating too much. He also liked to play games but hated studying and taking exams … He also didn't have a history of having a girlfriend.
If one had to find something special about him, it would be his natural mixed-blood talent. This gave Rorschach excellent motor skills. Even if he didn't train much, he was still able to become a main force in sports events.
"Ah, I really want to go home."
Rorschach also wanted to ask himself why an ordinary Earthling like him would come to another planet, enter this great era of the universe filled with fantastical creatures, and become an alien studying in the Aishi star system.
Aishi, like Earth, was a member of the Overwatch Agreement. Both sides were trade allies, but fundamentally, they didn't walk the same path.
"As a middle school student who believes in materialism, I probably can't understand magic at all."
That's right, Aishi was a world with magic.
No, to be precise, it should be a world built on a magical civilization.
Ordinary Earthlings would still encounter a long period of adaptation due to high magic. Rorschach, who had complained about the alien bloodline countless times in the past, was like a fish in water, and his body was getting better and better.
However, as an alien and a native person, whose values were completely different, they were incompatible with each other and made a lot of jokes.
"Seriously, my life plan has been completely messed up."
Originally, Rorschach already had a plan for his life.
He would go to school, study hard, find a decent university, learn a skill that could earn him money, find an easy job with no future, and continue his hobbies while working. When he couldn't go on being a bachelor under the nagging of his family and friends, he would find a wife who was neither beautiful nor ugly and marry her.
Then, when he reached middle age, he would push the matters to the young people who had just entered the industry. He would leisurely work as a salary thief until the year he retired. Then, he would pass away amidst the complaints of his children, "Why aren't you dead yet?". It would be perfect if he could trick some tears into his death. As for the supernatural matters in the family business …
"Can't I just leave it all to my sister who likes these things? Compared to my mediocre eldest son, she's adapted to that crazy and incomprehensible magical world in all aspects."
Unfortunately, just a week ago, Rorschach received a letter. Then, all his expectations and life goals were all shattered.
"Dear brother.
If you see this letter, I'm afraid I'm already dead. If you want to know who killed your dear sister, please go to Aishi's Saul's First Interstellar Knight Academy and pursue the girl named Isabelle. Oh right, Little Isabelle is a two-dimensional otaku. Remember to cater to her interests.
Lori H. Harloys.
Yes, on the day of Rorschach's sixteenth birthday, the birthday present he received wasn't anything that made him happy. Instead, it was the news of his twin sister's death and will.
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