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"The tragedy that struck Euthanasia Sixth Middle School. The case of a student randomly shooting a gun and killing a classmate. Perpetrator student that he was being bullied by the students who killed him. Are you saying that the doctrine of Megalodon of Thin Happiness has turned students into killers'

Narrator speaks in a heavy tone. There is also news coming out of the lead group of Thin Happy's Megalodon.

There is nothing in recent news programs that doesn't show news about Megalodon of Thin Happiness. In a room in the main hospital, the three accompanying men, the dog keeper and Midori sat on the couch and watched TV. Midori dressed extremely badly, tossing his feet out to the table, fluttering in his chair.

"Why would my child have to be killed? Ah! You said you did something so bad that my kid was killed. Ooh!

A family member with a mosaic on his face was making a sad cry with anger and resentment at the microphone directed at the reporter.

"I often get hit by a bully's survivor. He hated the bully so much that he killed him, he suffered."

The dog owner puts his hand on his thin jaw and talks with a slight laugh. The mourning and grieving survivors, the media who are turning the grief of such survivors into a rice seed, and the audience flocking to it, were all funny, in the eyes of the dog owner.

Dog breeders liked the irrationality of the world. I love the distortion of the world, the irrational fate, the white trampled and the black peeled over it, such a structure. However, it is limited to other personnel. He was heretical in the megalodon of thin happiness, where there were basically many pure humans.

"Uhm! I just have to agree with the dog owner this time. Eh! The more I'm hated the more I'm killed, the more I can't help it!

I don't know the nature of such a dog breeder, and the companion is admirably and satisfactorily nodding yeah.

"What do you think of the Megalodon people of Thin Happiness, who strip their teeth off to society without worrying about their lives?

Ask the questions that the rapporteur went further into the family.

'If you want to die so badly, you can die on your own! Because I'm a sociopath, I have no right to seriously destroy our well-being!

Survivors scream. The dog owner was still grinning slightly, but his accompanying complexion changed. Now the word of the bereaved turned the heart of his companion.

"Heh, you're the best. Someone desperate for a rotten world beat the crap out of a happy guy doing his best with a rotten world. Super ~ pleasant. Ultra- to catharsis. He's a modern man."

Midori says in a tone of relief, just like a dog owner. The accompanying nuance was also a mixed statement, but the accompanying mind did not calm down.

"But they think they're the standard. I think it's normal. I think it's Justine. That's it, that's it, I can't help but be angry! My intestines are boiling!

An excited companion stares at the TV hatefully.

"Don't tell me often, without knowing what miserable thoughts those who can't adapt to society will have! Some people will like it and don't adapt, but from those who want to adapt but can't, this society is hell!

Accompaniment has always been a life where no matter what you do, it doesn't work. The accompaniment was accompanied by a desperate attempt to get within the framework of society. I was always aware of my surrounding eyes, and I wanted to answer my expectations.

I couldn't make any friends with junior high school. I was excited immediately and had a habit of telling my story, tended to look down on others, and then lacked coordination, so I couldn't solve it with anyone.

I understood my bad personality, and I tried to improve it, but the improvement itself seemed to lie to the person I was, and I couldn't help but suffer. I thought and regretted so many times that I said this was just me.

Ever since I graduated from high school and went to college, my companion became perceived by paranoia: on the contrary, every human being in the world is looking down on himself. I didn't talk to anyone. It was just so different that he began to receive that he who sees himself sees through to his nature and despises him.

Eventually, the companion also quits going to college and pulls into the room. But my parents and the relatives I visit from time to time kept telling me to go out into scattered society, that the guy who didn't answer was a piece of junk, and that his companion was increasingly hunted down and tormented.

My companion at this time still felt like I had to stay in society, and I didn't want to grieve my parents, I didn't want to drop out.

After six months of deduction, he was a companion who came to the job after an once-initiation, but was not able to speak well in the interview or was seen for a blank period until then, for a variety of reasons.

When I told that story to my parents and relatives, they seemed to scatter me that you were bad enough to change yourself first. So the companion despaired again. Whatever you do, you fail, you get wasted from what, you deny and reject from what.

I began to assume that I was born deliberately to be denied and rejected, that I was inferior to everything, that whatever I did was destined to fail, and that inferiority and paranoia followed a path of deterioration. A face that can't see itself inferior to everything is caught in the delusion of ridicule.

You start to think that everything in this world is looking down on you. Aware that every human being, whoever he is, must look down and mock him if he knows who he is, he pulls back into his room and spends his days flowing by for no reason.

As if chasing him further, his parents scattered stories about how a very nasty fellow neighbor's classmate started a business and succeeded in getting a beautiful wife, but a one-sided girl was becoming the mistress of a rich dra son. Parents were concerned about the public body, neglecting their son, who had not grown properly, and clearing up their worries by hunting him down.

In such an environment, gradually unproductive anger and hatred began to swirl in the company.

The accompanying hatred and rebellion against society has become the earliest unwiped. Especially the hatred of successful people and winners is intense and I don't doubt it exists to look down on people below, such as upliftment.

Midori appeared in his dreams where he was thinking of committing suicide and told him this with a smile towards his companion.

"You'd rather die as a potato than just poke me to death."

Then many times I started dreaming of Midori. Only Midori in her dreams affirmed without denying her companionship. When I was able to confirm Midori's presence in reality, my companion was ecstatic and at the same time the taga came off.

In the Megalodon of Thin Happiness, I was able to break with people in similar situations and let people through my heart for the first time in my life. And only then did the story of Liberation Day come out in the church, and Midori also came to touch on the topic of Liberation Day.

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"Society doesn't accept me, but what brings you out into society!

Flashing back the bitter experience of frustration and those who had denied themselves with their brains, the companion stood up and shouted at the TV with a face distorted by anger.

"It's not hard enough, is it? It's not society's fault, it's your fault it doesn't work? You're kidding! Then it's on you to kill us and die, and only because you neglected your efforts to live! Look at you!

Those who live protected by this society do not want their well-being to be destroyed, therefore it is seen as evil from society to seek order from society and to disturb the order of society.

But a society that does not accept companionship and regards it as evil, from the point of view of companionship, is evil itself. Those who live protected by this society do not want their well-being destroyed, but therefore see what they infringe as evil. But the companion assumes that by that society, he was dropped to the bottom of the unhappy dong.

A moment when their slight happiness is broken by the hands of those in similar circumstances to their companions and colored with tears of sorrow. The fact that the asylum-seekers of society have been deprived of their lives by those who disturb society is painful and helpless.

"How are you?"

Midori gently pounds the back of the accompanying spit towards the holographic screen projected into the air. The accompaniment also calms me down with it and I feel ashamed of being excited.

"I've been denied everything. Nobody's gonna let me go, but why is Prisens... Midori not gonna deny me? Is this a trap? Expand pretending to be gentle and, at the end of the day, betraying and making fun of me, while looking down on me in my heart as an idiot. I'll tell you what, I'm used to it, so I don't know."

The accompaniment asks in a groaning tone.

"Yair, you think I'm stupid, don't you? But you don't look down, do you?

He shows his teeth slightly and laughs, and Midori answers in the same tone as ever.

"About one Midori in this world, don't deny me about you, I can watch you raw and warm, I'm just sympathetic to you. So, if you don't like pity, there's no reason for me to be here."

"I've never even been sympathetic. So... odd feeling, happy, crying, blazing"

A companion who turns away from Midori and spills bitter laughter.

"I often say that society is nasty, but it doesn't matter if society is bad or if people don't try to fit in with society. Neither is bad, yes. He just happened to have bad luck with his companion. The times, countries and surroundings in which he was born were incompatible with the soul of his companion. I don't even think my companion will be happy where I tried to force him to combine it. I can't do it. So it was just bad luck, huh? Even your companion may be incredibly talented, but his talent hasn't opened up yet, he just hasn't found it, he said. Neither times nor places are blessed, he said. Maybe that's what this is all about, huh? For example, if you were a war commander, and you were a ballistic warrior, it would only be painful if you were born in a peaceful country. I mean, I don't know if that's what Midori thinks. Or finding a place to harness that talent, even if you did, and needing time to hone it, that may not be acceptable depending on the environment. It's tough being late in the oven. Most people don't understand that."

Listening to Midori, the companion learned the feeling as if his soul was healing. I don't think it's coming from the mouth of a girl who's not even old enough, a convincing word. The boulder once again touches me that I believe and am a patriarch.

"Are you going to be saved by all that hypothetical talk? That's simple."

Dog breeders add tea to the accompaniment, which was glowing when they saw Midori.

"You know, it's schematically a crime to stare at a girl like that and smile at her because she's a patriarch."

Even more teasing to the dog owner, the accompaniment turns around and returns to displeasure.

"If I were to say that, though this denomination would be the total Lolicon! Because I'm not a Loricon, I was stunned by Princess Midori's story. Loricon might have fallen in love with the Princess' face. If I had such an evil heart, I wouldn't even let it touch my heart with the Princess."

Turn to the dog owner, and his companion speaks muckily.

"Yay, nothing. I don't even think Midori is abnormal, and I don't suppose it's okay to have that kind of sexual preference? Of course I don't think you can actually do it. Ma, I know your companion isn't Loricon. It's a mature fetish."

"Don't splurge in front of this guy!

Now turn to Midori, accompanied by a bright red face to protest. Dog breeders feel sympathetic with the accompaniment known to Midori even to such sexuality.

"You can hit him with everything on Liberation Day. All the frustrations I've accumulated in my life. You just have to keep being denied and beat the cries of the suffering of those who have been rejected to the detestable public of your companion's thoughts."

"Oh, even if I meant to. That's not just me. Everyone here is the same! I won't let the world show me the treason of the dumped!

While he exclaimed with excitement, his companion had certain doubts. For what everyone is waiting for, the day of liberation. I wonder where this story came from in the first place.

Many of the faithful do not doubt that it was Midori who planned the day of liberation. In fact, Midori is pushing for the day of liberation.

But I also know my companion. It's not the first thing Midori said when she said no. Rumors broke out in the denomination first, and Midori later began to touch the day of liberation. Given Midori's character, if he had drawn it up himself, he would gather everyone together to state it before everyone and give instructions. But Midori didn't do it. Rumors came first.

(Who told you that first? For what?

The companion had tried hitting Midori with the question, but he seemed uninterested. However, I replied that it was not clearly the first thing I said or spread the rumor.

(What I fear is that the day of liberation will be used by someone... The Princess only tells you to do what you want, including that. Yes, it is.)

Immediately after the companion thinks so, someone knocks on the door of the room.

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