"Mission intervened!"

"Damn, it's just this time, is the Light Sphere World trying to block me? Forget it, it's just some ants. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

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Syllable!

"Alas! What!! Ahem!! Ahem!! "I felt that my face was hit by something soft, although it was soft but it was very strong, it should have been thrown over by acceleration, and there were some unknown dust left on my face, and I could feel the granularity of dust between breaths, which made people quite uncomfortable.

"Zhang Yihan! You stand up for me! ”

Before I could wipe the dust off my face, I heard some kind of shrill sound echoing through the space around me, as if it were a magic sound, and there were echoes on the wall.

I don't care about the possibility that the dust will fall into my eyes, and now I can only open my eyes, babbling...... Sure enough, it fell in.

I just wiped my face with the front of my hand, and there was dust on it, so I couldn't use it to wipe my eyes, so I had to use other methods, lift up the collar and rub my eyes.

It took a while for the tingling to subside, and I could barely open my eyes.

It's over!

This was my first reaction when I opened my eyes.

What greeted me was a rectangular space surrounded by white walls, and the two people in the front row were looking at it with their faces covered with their mouths, and their bodies trembled and trembled, which was the result of holding back laughter. Because this is the classroom!

Without much thought, I had already guessed what the dust and the soft thing that had hit my face were, and to test my suspicions, I looked at the trail left by the dust, and from the marks on the desk, I could analyze that the object had tumbled around the desk a few times and then fell down.

I bent down to pick up the chalk eraser that was close to my feet and stood up calmly.

The chalk rubbed on my hand and swirled and flipped it, and I didn't need to look at it to control its jump and fall with precision just by feeling, which I call prediction.

Some people may ask me why I can be so calm, without him, because the fierce teacher on stage is my mother. I only took a nap for a while, and she used her nirvana before I even dropped my head on the table, which naturally annoyed me a lot, and the rebellious psychology of my youth suddenly soared into my heart.

I can't take care of the consequences, anyway, I will inevitably be left behind from beginning to end when I go home, so I should be tough now, at least not lose face in front of my classmates.

"Get me out !!"

I knew that the best way for a teacher to deal with a naughty student was to threaten him to see his parents, but if his own teacher was his own parent, it would be fine, and the only way was to let me go out so that I could experience the humiliation of standing alone in the hallway.

I flicked my sleeves and swaggered out as if I was a glorious warrior, waving the banner of victory.

The chair leaned against the white-tiled wall, listening to the annoying mother's teaching, I didn't feel any discomfort, more relief.

I hate this life.

It's boring and boring, every day is to be pulled up early, carrying a ridiculous bag to class, and what you learn is just some rubbish knowledge that hardly plays any role in life. But I have to abide by it, I have to learn, because this is the system, I have to learn, I have to learn better than others, so that I can be better recognized, and I have to be qualified to get in touch with higher education and obtain really useful knowledge.

Since I am a teacher's child, I have high expectations, everyone will think that you should read well, you should be better than everyone else, that you do not read well is your own problem, that you are too lazy, that you are sorry for your mother, that you are a shame to your mother.

It's really an offensive set of logic......

A ray of sunlight shone down, and when I looked up, the sun moved, and gradually moved to the corner of the wall, and the light shone down through the corner.

I want to grasp it, it's mysterious, I can feel its presence, I'm affected by it all the time, but I can never see it up close, I can never get close. There are probably a lot of such things in this world...... Out of reach.

I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zhang Yihan, I am 17 years old this year, I am a sophomore in high school, I come from an ordinary family of teachers, my father disappeared shortly after I was born, leaving my mother alone to raise me with hard work.

Perhaps because of the single-parent family, I can blame all my misfortunes in this family, and my rebellion and distortion can be justified by this reason. This reason has also become a winning weapon every time I quarrel with my mother, no matter how angry she is, as long as I leave the phrase "Whoever told me to have no father", she will disarm and surrender.

Somehow, seeing the sad look of my strict mother, I don't feel too much at all, maybe I hate her in my heart, hate the responsibility she imposes on me, hate her harshness to me.

I didn't have any talent in my studies at all, but I still worked hard to achieve the goals she gave me, but she was not satisfied, she wanted me to take the first place, and she wanted me to take the first place every time. Gradually, I became disgusted with this kind of harsh scolding for not getting the first place, and the first time I confronted her, I used my identity as a poor creature without a father as a bargaining chip.

Am I excessive? Perhaps.

My life is controlled when I am conscious, and my mother likes to control everything about me and arrange all my paths in the future. I hated it, but I couldn't resist it.

I consider myself talented in sports, my prediction will allow me to develop well in sports, I have shown my mother many times what I am capable of, and I want to prove to her that I am capable and give me the opportunity to choose my own path. But I was greeted with denial and ridicule again and again.

In her words, "The future of PE students is to be a low-paid PE teacher. ”

"How long will I continue to live like this? If I could, I would like to touch the unreachable sun, even if I would be toasted to ashes. ”

The bell rings for the end of class,

My mother didn't even bother to glance at me, but took the book and walked up the stairs to the other side, perhaps in her eyes I was just a waste who didn't want to improve.

When I got back to the classroom, I was going to leave after packing up my things, and I wasn't going to come for the evening repair, anyway, I had already finished my homework in advance, no, I had finished copying it.

I habitually walked through a small forest behind the school building, which was quite secluded and almost no one passed by, and the reason why I walked there was because I didn't pass by the office and didn't need to see my mother.

As I walked, I suddenly felt like something had invaded my ears, like insects vibrating their wings at thousands of frequencies in my ears. I couldn't help but half-squat down and press my ears in pain, this process lasted for about five seconds, the tinnitus disappeared, and there was no pain in my head at all, but my eyes felt a little strange, as if something had gone in.

Maybe I should have gone to the hospital to see it, but then I thought it would bother my mother, so I put this plan on the back burner. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with it now, and if it's really a terminal illness, it's just a relief for me.

When I looked up, I seemed to see something distorted flashing in front of me, probably an illusion.