This shouldn't be an interesting story.
I have just entered university and have always been a good and well-behaved student. Learning has never been easy for most people who are not geniuses. I'm not a genius either. I have read a few campus novels and they are very interesting. I like anime, so I know that this kind of campus is caricatured. It has a funny and relaxing plot, and the male and female protagonists who were admitted to college together are gorgeously together. It is infinitely beautiful.
After hearing about what happened to the next class of students at my alma mater, I suddenly felt that it might be necessary to recall my student career. It does not have the splendor and ease of youth novels, nor does it have so much groundless fear, sadness and confusion. I just wanted to write something close to real student life, and I didn't like to involve myself or my classmates and friends, so I processed it a lot, but I'm sure it's appropriate, at least relative to my life.
I never thought that anyone would read it, just to commemorate my own youth, and also commemorate some lives that end in youth and never grow old.
I am an honors student.
I'm an honor student.