Su Liang looked up at the face that was completely different from usual, very unaccustomed and disgusting. But he couldn't show it at all, so he simply bowed his head and walked in.

It's just that the box of chocolates in Zhang Xuan's hand has never been willing to eat it, but it was handed to the person he hates the most in vain.

"Look at people, alas, ......" Suning shook his head, hated the people in front of him, and his tone was full of disappointment: "They are all people who are going to take the college entrance examination, and they are still skipping school?" You, you, why are you getting more and more ignorant as you grow up? At home, you only drill into the bedroom, so can't you learn from Zhang Xuan? People know how to be polite and learn well......"

"Today...... I was hit by a car, and I didn't dare to go in when I was late" Su Liang listened to his mother's blame, and his heart seemed to be pinched fiercely, and even his breathing was very painful.

Without giving her mother time to react, she turned around and walked back to her room with the note.

Ugly, wait for the teacher's scolding tomorrow.

As I expected, there was no such thing as homework on the slip of paper. The crooked font shows at a glance how perfunctory the person who wrote him was at the time.

casually threw the note aside and crawled down, and his mind was full of what his mother had just said, which kept echoing like a spell and couldn't be dissipated for a long time.

's own mother actually said that she was not as good as the person she hated the most. 's own mother is actually talking to others.

But yes, he is the one who is liked by the teacher for his excellent studies, he is the one who is cheerful and outgoing, he is the one who has a wide range of hobbies and talents, he is the one who attracts attention, and he is the one who tramples himself under his feet.

And the other way around? What the teacher will not pay attention to is himself, the classmates exclude and ridicule him, and he is the one who has no special skills and no trace of brilliance.

Compared to him, he was like Paplov's dog, no matter whether the owner was in a good mood or not, he could only tremble and crawl at his feet, begging him to be lighter today.

Su Liang raised his head and looked at the yellowish light in his bedroom: No one can tell, who will believe himself? In the eyes of teachers and parents, he is an out-and-out good child.

The mocking smile on the corner of his mouth gradually rose, but his eyes were red but he desperately suppressed it, raised his hand, and pushed his schoolbag to the ground fiercely.

With a dull sound, something seemed to glow for a moment, stinging Su Liang's eyes.

Su Haohao turned the schoolbag over in surprise, and a shiny thing came into her eyes: a delicate and small doll was tied to the zipper of the schoolbag, only half the size of a palm, white dress, long golden hair, especially the shallow smile on the face, which inexplicably made people feel good.

Su Liang held the doll in his hand and played with it carefully, and he couldn't help but think of that sunny face, exuding a smile that could make people warm, as if he was completely in two worlds with himself.

It's just that somehow, looking at this white and flawless doll, Su Liang suddenly thought of the hairpin that also shimmered. Others tarnished the original beauty with a black pen, and were thrown downstairs by themselves to be crushed by the passing cars.

After a long time, Su Liang gently untied it from the top of the schoolbag, wrapped it in a box, and put it in the innermost part of the drawer.

Now that I'm bringing this to school, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to bring it back well. Sure enough, the situation I was in was not suitable for those beautiful things, and I couldn't show that warm smile.

The quiet evening passed quickly.

Early in the morning, Su Liang smelled a strong fragrance in a daze, and a pair of warm hands gently shook her: "Don't sleep, get up and eat something, Mom cooked your favorite food."

When he opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, Su Liang was very surprised and didn't take the bowl for a long time.

"The next time you're hit, you'll go home to recuperate, what does mom think is wrong with you." Suning found a chair and put the bowl on it: "Let's eat here, don't spill the soup on the quilt, mom is going to work."

Su Liang lowered his head, looked at the bowl containing all kinds of things he liked to eat, gently picked up a chopstick, and swallowed it slowly. It felt like something was choked in my throat, and I had to swallow it with all my might.

Cook this bowl of things, I'm afraid I'm going to get up at five o'clock, and I'm ...... Is someone so good to her?

A bowl of rice, mixed with tears, is obviously liked, but it is tasteless.

Occasionally, when standing in line to do exercises, Su Liang would be glad that he had grown taller, standing in the most inconspicuous place in the back row, quietly looking at the people in the front row.

Perhaps, not having a sense of presence is what I want most.

At the end of the exercise, people instantly shouted, some people poked their heads and waited for their friends, and then people gathered in groups to discuss what happened today. Or, chattering about what to buy for a while.

Su Liang lowered his head and walked forward quickly, not that he wanted to go back to that classroom, but he changed seats today. If you sit inside, if you go late, you have to stand outside until class.

Standing at the door of the classroom, I saw my narrow seat from a distance, and compared to it, I don't know how much bigger Zhang Xuan's position next to me is.

The footprints on the seat and the inexplicable extra garbage in the table hole are things that Su Liang will have every time he leaves his seat.

"It's still very thin." Su Liang sat down with great difficulty, and a cold voice full of sarcasm sounded in his ears.

"So, it's better not to eat those high-calorie things, otherwise, how can you sit in when you're fat, right?" Zhang Xuan crossed one foot and turned to look at the people around him: "However, I will take good care of you."

The word "take care" fell on Su Liang's ears, and the irony reached the apex.

"I think you still don't want to go to her house anymore, what if her mother takes a fancy to her and wants you to book a baby with her?" Zhang Yi peeled off a piece of chocolate and threw it in his mouth, the fat on his face trembled a few times because of her smile.

Zhang Xuan looked disgusted, but before he could make a sarcastic remark, the teacher walked to the classroom, Zhang Xuan could only shut up, and glanced at Su Liang fiercely with his eyes. He seemed to be puzzled and kicked again.

Pang Rong stepped on high heels and walked onto the podium, his curly yellow hair tucked behind his back, and his dull skin resting on dull black glasses.

"English quiz, students put away the books, don't make small moves." Pang Rong sorted out the volume and said.

In an instant, there was chaos around him, some people calmly and calmly received the books into the school bag, some people quietly opened the books and hid them in the table hole, or quietly discussed something with their tablemates.

"Quiet, is it the mouth that passes the scroll?" Pang Rong listened to the chaotic sounds around him, knocked on the lectern a few times, and said vigorously.

The class was quiet for a while, and people were passing the test papers quickly. When he arrived at Suliang, he just wanted to take the roll, but Zhang Xuan on the side quickly grabbed it, handed it to the one behind, and said jokingly: "Don't give it to her."

The people behind him quickly understood Zhang Xuan's intentions, and continued to pass to the back very cooperatively.

Su Liang was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The surrounding classmates passed the test papers and wrote them rustlingly, but Su Liang was the only one who sat there at a loss.

It seemed that after a few minutes, Su Liang gritted his teeth and raised his hand tremblingly: "Teacher, I don't have a roll."

Pang Rong's sharp eyes swept the people below, and his eyes full of disgust were not concealed at all.

Su Liang, who was stared at by this look, had to bury his head deeper, and all the eyes around him felt clearly.

Disgust, banter, ridicule, and a handful of sympathy.

"You sit in the middle, and the classmates in the back have papers, why don't you have them?" Pang Rong didn't even want to look at Su Liang and asked.

Su Liang bit his lip, not knowing how to speak.

"Some people skip school, forget it, kindly entrust other classmates to send homework, and actually hand in an empty notebook, what, is it contempt for the existence of the teacher?" Pang Rong spat and said, tapping his hand on the blackboard.

"It's a shame that parents even made a special call, saying that they would manage their children well, is this kind of management? It's really a donkey parent of a waste student. Pang Rong slowly walked up to Su Liang and flipped her desk to the side, scattering the books all over the ground.

"Carry your desk and sit over there." Pang Rong pointed to the corner where the broom and trash can were placed.

"The garbage should be in the bin." When Su Liang lowered his head to pick up something, Zhang Xuan lowered his head and said softly.

Su Liang didn't say a word, packed up his things, and moved to the corner with the ridicule of the whole class.

People say that school time is the best in life, enjoying the good time with friends, having all kinds of good memories, and doing a lot of happy things with friends. But...... Su Liang didn't.

I hate school, I hate forcing all sorts of different people to cram together and laugh around in small circles......

Su Liang opened his notebook, slowly wrote a few lines, then put on his coat and hat, and went downstairs tightly wrapped himself.

The evening breeze was blowing very coolly, and almost all the people on the road hurried home with their heads down. Su Liang walked briskly towards a bookstore.

There was no one to talk about, and notes and cartoons became her only solace. Quietly immersing himself in the world of comics alone is one of the few ways that Su Liang can relax his heart.

Perhaps because of the ubiquity of e-books, people's lives are very fast-paced, and few people will buy a thick book to read. The shabby signboards and dim lighting of this bookstore have accompanied Su Liang almost throughout his youth.

Choosing his favorite books as he likes, Su Liang seemed to be attracted by the storyline, lowered his head and read carefully, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Excuse me, this classmate excuses me." Su Liang was fascinated, and a white hand appeared on the paper.

Su Liang was startled, his body trembled, and he looked up at the person in front of him in disbelief: he seemed to have never seen anyone else in this bookstore at this time.