Compassion is not for the sake of others—so said the old man.Regarding this proverb, our class teacher taught it like this. "The proverb means 'too much empathy for another person, sometimes it doesn't help that person. In this society, one has to be ruthless on the sidelines at times'." But three days later, the dean came to make corrections. "What that proverb really means is 'compassionate to those who are in trouble, to help, and later when we are in trouble, others will help us. Our society is built on this spirit of mutual help, so compassion is not for For others, but for ourselves, we need to help others'. Do you understand?"

As far as I am concerned, it doesn't matter which explanation I choose, and most of the students in the class think the same as me, but for the teachers, this seems to be a big problem.Because after two weeks, our class guide left. After the class leader left, our class fell into a three-day cold war period.Informants whispered, spies ran to the back of the gymnasium to write black letters after school, and as a result, two male students were thrown into the campus pool with their pants off. This time the director of academic affairs also came, but none of us was willing to recruit, because everyone knew that whoever dared to talk too much was the one who was thrown into the pool by taking off his pants this time.Of course, I didn't say either.Since freshman Dulles was my buddy, of course I didn't want to be Philby because he didn't end up well.

(I've been obsessed with the secrets of the CIA lately, so the last time my mom asked me, "If you were going to travel abroad, where would you like to go?" I would answer, "Wangley, Virginia." My mom confused Virginia with California and interpreted it as I wanted to watch real beach volleyball.) The crime of those two guys who got thrown in the sink was supposedly to tip off their parents, and even the Dean of Students, that our head teacher's interpretation of that proverb was "bullshit."In fact, our head teacher often criticizes the contents of the textbooks unceremoniously, or does not hold exams and only uses reports to mark the grades. He has always been against the school's senior management, so this resignation is just the trend of the times, purely " The time has come." That's all.But children don't understand this: no, they pretend not to understand, because it's so much fun to throw people into the pool.

Closer to home.In fact, this incident itself is not directly related to what I will talk about next.It's just that in retrospect, it made me think deeply about "who is sympathy for", so here it is as a small introduction. "There is no such thing as 'love' in the world." This sentence was said by my buddy Shimazaki Toshihiko, who is also the first-year Dulles.His silver-rimmed glasses gleamed as he said this.With a child like him, parents may often—really often—feel that the world is ruthless.I heard that his father, a skilled barber, saw that the first calligraphy he wrote in the first spring of New Year's Day turned out to be "scheming tricks", so angrily grabbed his collar and stuffed him into the closet.

However, my opinion is a bit different.In the story I'm going to tell next, I did taste the so-called "emotion" in the world, and I also lost some "emotion". Yes, "lost" out of some love.Because the "feeling" I encountered is like a dice, if you don't throw it out, you don't know which side will appear.So I rolled the dice and took a gamble. This story is the beginning and end of that gamble.

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