His wrist hurt, his eyes seemed to be a little blurry, time flew by, the environment finally quieted a little, Wu Hao went to the public toilet to go to the toilet, and immediately lay down in the bed.

As for washing up before bed?

In such an environment, you really can't ask for luxury, Wu Hao has not washed himself, and none of the people around him have washed himself.

For the people here, washing is just a means to make themselves look refreshed when they go out.

As for maintaining personal hygiene, keeping your teeth healthy, those are not on their mind.

People who are engaged in labor are more or less sick from overwork. And the little ones don't know what it means to be hurt.

When he woke up the next morning, brushed his teeth with cold water, washed his face with cold water, and walked on the way to school with his schoolbag and a blackened red scarf.

Wu Hao held charcoal in his hand and placed it on the edge of the podium early, he didn't want to talk to the teacher, he didn't want to see the false smile of the head teacher.

The world needs to change!

And the changes that belong to Wu Hao are in his story.

However, he didn't bring his storybook to school in the past.

The reason is simple, he is afraid of being laughed at.

For a person whose writing essay is always used as a negative teaching material to be preached by the teacher, he has low self-esteem in the matter of writing.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so entangled in writing love letters to video games, which don't really exist, but are just a conceptual aggregate.

He likes the stories he writes, but he doesn't want to show them to others.

Because in his opinion, showing others the story he has written is like showing himself naked in front of the reader.

It's too exciting, he's still a kid, and he can't stand the stimulation of this kind of exposure......

However, maybe he went to bed too late last night and was a little confused, but he accidentally brought his storybook to school today.

When he took it out of his bag, he quickly stuffed it into the table and hid it.

However, the classmates who were more annoying around him, seeing him hiding things, quickly pulled him out.

"Let me see what you're hiding!" said the classmate.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!" Wu Hao shouted.

"Why should I give it back to you! I got it on my own!"

"That's my stuff!"

"What, you said it was yours, with your name on it?"

"Yes!"

"I won't give it back to you!"

The class bell rang, and the morning class 135 was to read the text aloud, and the 246 was to read the book by yourself.

Today is Thursday, and it's the day to read a book by yourself.

Until the classmates still didn't have the book back to Wu Hao, Wu Hao was extremely anxious.

But what's the use of being in a hurry?

Did you report to the teacher that he had stolen his things?

Let's not talk about the teacher's reaction to the story, even if the teacher doesn't see it, the teacher will say, "Why does he rob you of your things, instead of stealing other people's things, flies don't bite seamless eggs, it must be your own problem!"

Although Wu Hao always felt that when the teacher said this, it seemed that it made no sense, but the teacher spoke loudly, and she was reasonable.

If you really say that the teacher is unreasonable, what truth can you say?

If you refute it, the teacher will definitely inform your parents.

Notify your parents and you won't know if it's a belt or a stick that has been broken.

"Oh! it hurts!"

Wu Hao accidentally touched the bruise on his body again.

It's so painful to be alive......

If you can hide......

Alone......

An emotion of hating the world erupted from Wu Hao's heart.

It's just a pity that his mind doesn't change the strange energy of reality.

The world didn't change the way it was because he hated it.

However, at the end of the morning class, something happened.

"You copied the above story?" asked the classmate who snatched his notebook.

"Where did you copy it? I wrote it myself!" Wu Hao said angrily.

The most annoying thing for any writer is probably that he is plagiarizing.

Of course, a real plagiarist will not say that he is copying something.

It's like a person who is open, it's not that he refuses to say that he is open.

Well......

There should be a sentence here.

Lu Weiben Niu (meow) force!

Wu Hao cherishes what he writes very much, and he feels that every story he writes is alive.

They don't have their own troubles, they don't have so much pain, they just have chic and happy feelings.

When you encounter something on your own, you can only run away, or pray that the power of the whip on you is not so strong.

But the people in the stories they write can be happy with grievances, and when they see who makes them unhappy, they will make their unhappy things disappear.

If the teacher criticizes him, he can knock the teacher out of the earth with his fists.

It was that kind of exhilarating feeling, and every time he wrote it, he felt that his whole body was trembling.

"What did you write?" said the classmate's face was full of disbelief.

However, Wu Hao did not reply this time.

"It's really ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you wrote," the classmate's tone was shocked.

"This ...... If you really wrote it, you should keep writing it! As long as you write, I won't bully you!"

Wu Hao didn't take a stubble, but directly took the book back and hugged it in his arms.

He doesn't want his story to be seen by others, he doesn't care what others think of the story he writes. He just wants to have a world that he can control.

In that world, there is no suffering, no calamity, just moving forward.

There is no annoying noise in the protagonist's life, and he has the magical power of the game character, and he can directly beat the teacher out of the earth when he is unhappy, and if he wants to learn, he will just stuff the book into his mouth and chew all the knowledge.

What a wonderful world that was!

No matter how his classmates talked to him, Wu Hao didn't speak.

He closed himself off in a closed world.

It's as if he's the main character in the story, making the whole world tremble under his superpowers.

It's a pity......

This is the reality......

The class bell rang.

Wu Hao hid his notebook in the innermost part of the table and took out the textbook to be used in this class.

"Class!"

"Stand up!"

"Hello students!"

"Hello teacher!"

A new class began, and Wu Hao gradually broke away from his own fantasies and began to face this world where he could not do anything again.

And the classmates who played tricks on him were full of stories he had just seen.

I want to see it!

I want to see it!

I want to!

Good!

Woman......