Thirteen years ago, I was just a nerdy sophomore science student who was worried about my studies all day.

In my world, quadratic functions are the most perverse murderers, electromagnetic induction is the most hypocritical old demon of Montenegro, and electrolytic reactions are the most flashy magicians.

Because of my family, I have been living on campus since my freshman year of high school.

I'm an introvert, but when I get to a new environment, I'm a little scared and I can't make any friends.

I have a weird personality, and the most annoying thing is the three meals a day and the bath after the evening self-study.

I didn't have a father when I was a child, and my mother worked hard to pull me up...... I'm ashamed that the simple living environment didn't change my picky eating and cleanliness habits.

Except for my mother, no one wants to eat with me.

In the first two months of high school, I also tried to partner with people. It's just that a few of my classmates who have partnered with me can't stand me. They agreed that it was a miracle that I didn't starve myself to death or empty my family of money.

So I had to cook alone, find a table by myself, sit next to strangers and endure strange glances, pick out all kinds of foods I don't like, and bury my head in eating alone.

Then there's the bath. The boys' dormitory has 16 people, but there are only two "pits" and a shower room.

It is very inconvenient to take a bath in the "pit", so you must always be careful not to fall into the pit; And it's weird and disgusting. I tried it once and never went again.

Needless to say, most of the boys also prefer to take a bath in the shower. After the end of the self-study at half past nine every night, there are always a few boys running back to the dormitory.

The bathroom that someone has used is annoying, the walls are wet and not to mention, and it is filled with the smell of shower gel from the previous user.

But I can't outrun the fit-bodied roommates, and I don't care about them very much...... Over time, I fell into a person who could take a bath with peace of mind even if I smelled other people's shower gels...... Although I still don't feel very well.

For the whole year of high school, I was like an invisible person in class, in the dormitory, and when I went home on the weekends.

Of course, my classmates are also invisible in my eyes.

When I was a sophomore in high school, my homeroom teacher moved me to the last third row of the classroom. Her explanation was that I was tall and sitting in the front row would block the classmates in the back.

In fact, I knew that it was my classmates around me who reported to her that I was out of place. Sitting in the middle of the swaggering boys in the back row, I can not only not hinder the learning mentality of these "good students", but also let the "bad students" in the back stop a little.

I calmly moved to the back row and continued to be my transparent person.

My new table mate was a round man—a round face, round eyes, a round voice. He was kind to me; Maybe it's because I always put my homework aside, and he just takes it if he wants to copy it.

My back table is a head shorter than me. I've heard that his family is wealthy – just look at his limited-edition Jordans. He often misses classes, and always plays games with the eye-catching PSP when he is studying on his own. The teacher paid him several times, and he didn't care, and he changed it in a few days.

The ones in front of me were still the "good students" who barely paid any attention to us. I don't even have any idea what they look like or what they call them.

Because of my mother's relationship with her boyfriend, I don't go home much on weekends.

I wanted to leave that place and be self-reliant, so I studied more seriously than I did in my first year of high school.

It's a pity that I don't have much talent for studying, and no matter how hard I work, my grades still can't go up or down.

In addition to studying, my extracurricular life is simple and even boring.

Boys at that age either love sports, or love to go to Internet cafes, or hormones overflow and like to have an affair with girls......

And my interest is very boring, which is to read Mr. Lao She's novella "Crescent Moon". This is just an inconspicuous article in the thick "Lao She Anthology", but it is one of my favorite stories.

I can't say how good this story is, but it just touched me extraordinarily. I've watched it over and over again no less than three hundred times; Every time I look at it, I feel sorry for the crescent moon.

This sadness is accompanied by an addictive sense of satisfaction that the rest of the story is boring to me.

If I didn't have such a strange attachment to "Crescent Moon", Angel to me might just be a hurried passer-by in life.