I Have Been Called The Idiot Son Behind My Back. But I Remembered Memories, And I Can Use The Abilities I Had In My Past Life. So I Will Make Use of Major Online Stores Like Am**on And Aim for a Slow Life for Now - 140

**Chapter 140: It Can’t Be Helped**

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**Protagonist’s Side**

Attending school is becoming increasingly troublesome.

For one thing, the things taught at school are mostly things I learned in elementary school in my previous life. I don’t see how learning them now will change anything, and spending time on something I believe has no meaning feels pointless.

Another reason is that I find subjects like barley shochu and fruits harvested from magical beasts far more interesting than what’s taught at school. I’m constantly tempted to head to the location and see these things for myself.

“Oh… um… g-good morning!!”

“You don’t need to force yourself to speak to me. You probably dislike seeing my face as much as I dislike seeing yours, especially since the plan was a failure and you tried to break off the engagement. You probably don’t want to greet me, right? I don’t care about the broken engagement anymore, and honestly, I think I’m the main cause of it and it’s my own fault, so there’s no need for you to apologize or for me to demand an apology. I know you’d rather not see me, but since we’re in the same class, I’ll try my best to stay out of your sight, though I’ll make an effort to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

The third point is that Olivia’s daily greetings are becoming more and more burdensome.

It’s manageable for a day or two, but if it continues every day, it’s a different story.

I caused Olivia to want to “escape, even if it means breaking off the engagement.” I understand that this excessive stress can significantly impair one’s intelligence. Even if the plan was a sinking ship, I understand why she might cling to it desperately without realizing it.

Therefore, while I do feel some guilt and recognize that, in a way, I am the perpetrator, receiving apologies from Olivia, who is the victim in this case, is difficult for me. With my current values from my previous life, it’s hard to handle, especially when Olivia, who has become someone I dislike to the point of wanting to break off the engagement, still greets me.

At times like this, I wish I could switch back to the mindset I had before my memories returned.

Unlike me, Olivia is fundamentally serious and kind…

After informing Olivia for what feels like the umpteenth time that greetings are unnecessary, I take Mariel and sit in a seat at the edge of the classroom.