I really don't want to complain about the quality of those people, but they are also to increase their presence in the obscure crowd, and I won't say anything, but when they jump into the middle of nowhere, who can recognize the difference between them and everyone else? All people have something in common with them, which is also the reason why people are ordinary, that is, the dirty human heart.

The two princes had been circulating the book in the school for more than a month, and although I had a few existential second-class people laughing at me from time to time, it was at least much more lively than before, and I admit that I was very annoyed with them.

Two months later, I wasn't used to the taunts, and I started to fight back at the daily and weekly pranks, and I was no longer indifferent to the pranks of throwing my homework books down the playground at every turn, and I was so annoyed by them that I punched them in the face as soon as they moved my bag. Once, I went too hard and beat my long hair to the point that my nose was bleeding, but the guy was so miserable that a few of the thugs who accompanied him yelled at me for murder. Hehe, nosebleeds used to be common in the mines.

I walked over to the long hair and said, "Isn't it just a nosebleed?" As for it? ”

The fat man pushed me and roared, "Try it! ”

I tried to shut them up and said, "Okay, come on, what's this?" ”

The fat man said, "You close your eyes first." ”

I said, "Long-winded." "I closed my eyes.

After three seconds, I felt that his movements were very slow, and I opened my eyes and said, "What are you rubbing so slowly?" Then a tableboard ran towards me

"Womb!"

I was smashed from the middle of the classroom by a desk to the blackboard at the back of the classroom, dizzy to death, and the sound of the bridge of my nose cracking rang in my ears. I fumbled to a chair, and I was thinking about digging the fat man's head open, but before I could do it, they beat me up. After about a minute like this, I fainted, and I just remember that they kicked me like a stone. When I woke up, I found that my nose was bandaged. I was in the school infirmary, and the homeroom teacher who dragged me over told me that it was a female classmate in the class who stopped the fat man, and the homeroom teacher asked me to thank the female classmate. The head teacher also put the fat man and they stopped the class for a week. I deserved it.

I went back to the door of the classroom with the homeroom teacher, and the homeroom teacher pointed out the female classmate who had saved me, and when I saw it, it happened to be the one I liked more, and I was ecstatic. The head teacher asked me to thank myself and he went to the office.

I walked slowly over to the female classmate and stopped at her desk, believing that she had seen me, but she did not look up and continued to look down at the book. I hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Thank you for saving me this morning." ”

She rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, "It's yesterday morning, no thanks, I just think you guys are too much of an eyesore and noisy me, remember, don't disturb me reading." ”

I said, "Oh...... Oh, I see. "And then I ran away. Could it be that I have been lying on the ground for so long, and I was only sent to the school doctor's office until the class teacher was in class? This is too heartless.

What I liked about that girl was that she reacted as indifferently as I did when she made us laugh at some hypocritical second-class drills, and I just liked that quietness.

I was on duty that day, so I cleaned until the teachers left. Actually, I did it on purpose, because I found out that the female classmate I liked was going to read until the time when the student on duty came home. I'm the one on duty to take out the garbage, so I'm the last one to leave, so I can have a chance to be alone with her. But on that day, many people were doing homework in the classroom, which greatly discouraged me. So I pretended to leave normally, but I was about to walk out of the classroom door when a few people who had a good time with the fat man blocked my exit. One of them whistled a long whistle outside, and soon the fat man came in with a baseball bat with his long hair, and I knew that I would definitely be beaten up tonight.

The fat man swaggered to my seat, sat down in my chair, and said, "You kid suspended me from class for a week yesterday, and I am going to give you a big gift today." ”

The whole class was full of boys and some girls, and I said, "What's the big gift?" There's no need to pay it back, because you gave me a gift and helped me write my autobiography, so there's no need to pay me back. ”

Long hair said to the air: "We wrote "Black Killer Hunting", and before we said who it was, someone was seated. ”

I said, "yes, so what?" If I said it wasn't me, then what would you say? You will say that I am a **, I am surnamed Hei. And now the whole school knows my nickname, which you wrote and you made up, and you just want to use my foolery to show people how smart and awesome you are, just to attract the attention of girls and make yourself happy by the way, so that your classmates will say that you are creative and funny, and you will always exist in their hearts, but is it meaningful to do this? Why should it always exist in people's hearts? Are you going to go to the battlefield tomorrow and never return? Now our fathers are worried about the war, and you are racking your brains here for how to make a fool of me, so you will never go back, but not on the battlefield, under the heels of the invaders, because you are slaves of the country, it is because of you people who inherit the future of the country, sooner or later, the country will die! ”

I thought they would let me go if I said something sincere, but they beat me harder.

I'm getting a little desperate for this hellish place. When I got home, the old man saw that I was wounded, and forced me a gun, and he gave me a little wooden figure, saying that it was a toy that they had left me when I was abandoned by my parents.

Parents, it's an unknown to me, I've seen them in my dreams countless times, but I'm not sure if they're like that, I've only imagined what they look like, but I've never felt their breath. This puppet is the only way I can feel their breath.

I took great care of the puppet, and carried it in my arms wherever I went, and of course the old man let me keep the gun he gave me in my arms. This is one way for me to stay optimistic.

Another way I was optimistic was to take a few peeks at the girl, and six years later I realized how obscene I was.