In the days to come, the girl will have a particularly sharp reaction to the eyes of others, the expressions of others, and the words of others, even to the point of being neurotic.

Girls will be more likely to see some people with strange eyes, more able to hear some cold words more clearly, and more likely to speculate when dealing with some measures with a sense of rejection.

As a result, the girl sees more, hears more clearly, and thinks more complexly.

The girl kept wondering if she was too sensitive and misinterpreted, or if the truth was indeed just right.

The girl was confused, and even began to wonder if everything around her did not exist, and everything was fictional. In other words, in fact, girls do not exist in this world.

The girl thinks like this all the time, and sometimes the girl feels that she is already a crazy person with abnormal nerves. The girl often felt that she was in a dark place, a place without heaven and earth, only the darkness that surrounded her like cotton, without a sound around, without a person, and the silence was terrible.

Girls are becoming more and more sensitive, more and more cautious in their words and actions. Like a mouse, cowering, cautiously living, shrinking herself into a small corner, the girl does not want others to see her presence.

Of course, there has never been anyone who has not cared, even if they found the girl. It's just disgusted that he turns a blind eye, and then sneers a few words.

The girl knew they hated the way she was submissive, ghost-like. They always say that the girl looks like a ghost, and they say that the girl often listens to them secretly, and when they see that the girl keeps her head down all the time, they will wonder if the girl is playing some bad idea behind her back, and has some bad thoughts.

But how dare the girl? The girl just wants to reduce her presence, to make herself transparent, so that no one notices her. The girl was overly sensitive to her own name, and would be alert whenever she heard her own name, but the girl swore that she never thought of eavesdropping on them.

Once upon a time, the girl tried to fit in with the so-called big group. But now, the girl just wants to escape from that big circle, and the girl doesn't want to see this huge circle at all, it's too terrible for the girl.

They were all gathered together, each wearing the same mask and holding a stone as a weapon. If they have a target, they will be more united, throwing stones at the target that is weaker than them, and unleashing fierce attacks.

And the girl is that unlucky, wronged target.

Knowing this, the girl was reluctant to reach out to more people, and she was afraid that the person she met would be part of the group.

So the girl was reluctant to step out of the classroom and leave her seat. The girl just wanted to sit in her seat and stay quiet, this was the only place where she could feel a little safe.

However, the girl could not stay in her seat all the time.

Girls sometimes have to leave their encirclement.

For example, taking a physical education class.

For girls, physical education is an open-air critique of themselves, and only girls know how much they hate and are afraid to go to physical education.

Every time a girl goes to physical education class, she has a feeling like she has committed a death sentence and is about to go to the guillotine. The girl had to face onlookers and accusations from all sides, as well as some embarrassing foul language.

All of this made the girl look up in shame. Resentment takes root in my heart little by little.

"Wow, when she came running, I felt like she was about to rush over and crush me to death."

"Hey, look, she knocked the high jump pole off, it's so funny."

"Isn't that, she can't even jump."

"She was also wearing leggings, and the flesh on her legs was shaking, so disgusting."

"It's not just her thighs that are shaking, aren't her breasts shaking?"

"Hee, hee, hee." "Hey, hey, hey." "Haha, ha, ahem."

……

They were laughing, laughing chillingly, laughing disgustingly, making people want to vomit.

These words, these laughter, there are male voices and female voices. Some are said behind the girl's back, and some are said unscrupulously in front of the girl.

However, whether it is whispering behind her back or whispering in front of her, the girl is enough to hear. After all, they made no secret of what they did, as if they were deliberately letting the girl hear.

Every time the girl heard these words, she was very embarrassed, and the girl's face was always flushed, even her neck, and her ears seemed to be dripping blood. The girl was sweating all over her body, and the girl didn't know what to do, so she just stayed where she was, and didn't dare to look left and right, for fear that when they saw her like this, they would be extremely disgusted and mock themselves even more. The girl could only bow her head and pretend that she had not heard anything.

Later, the girl had heard too many of these words, and the funny thing was that what they said was so different that the girl could even predict what they would say in the end.

Little by little, these dirty, disgusting words accumulate in the girl's heart and pierce the girl's brain. By now, some of them have been blurred, and some of them are still very clear.

Every time the girl recalled these words, she was already free of the embarrassment, shame and helplessness she had at that time. Today's girls are full of anger and resentment.

The girls hated every word they had ever said to themselves, and those words were so disgusting, filthy, and unbearable. The girl wanted to turn into a demon and drag them to hell one by one, asking them to their faces why they had done this to her, and then accusing them of their crimes, so that they could also experience the pain they had suffered.

But the girl also resented herself, complaining about why she was so weak, why she was criticized but never resisted, but just buried her head like an ostrich. If he had resisted at that time, he would not have fallen into the current field.

The girl hated herself, no less than she hated those people.