"Where's the new dress I bought for you? Why not wear it? ”

"Look at you, what do you look like when you dress every day?"

"You're a girl, and a girl should be like a girl."

Similar scenes have been staged countless times in this house, and Ye Xingli has long been accustomed to it.

After eating breakfast without falling abyss, she picked up her schoolbag and went out, blocking out all the sharper and sharper scolding of her parents.

Because he loves neutral style dressing and his personality is more self-styled, Ye Xingli is not very popular at home or at school.

At home, it is because the parents are conservative, but they have a strong desire to control, and they have always wanted to shape their daughter into a caring little padded jacket who dresses up beautifully every day, can be coquettish and cute, rather than a tomboy who pulls his face all day long, has a weird temper, and dresses up nondescriptly.

At school, it's because the boys think she's pretending to be ×, the girls think she's weird, and she's in the arrogant period of secondary school, so she doesn't mind being excluded from all groups at all, and after a long time, she naturally becomes a special existence.

It's cool to be a special being, because no one bother, and her free time is all at her own disposal, and she doesn't need to accommodate anyone.

And while enjoying this freedom, she will also pay some corresponding costs.

For example, because it is too special, it is always easier to be remembered by the teacher than other students.

For example, when encountering homework that requires group collaboration, it is difficult to find a partner, so you can only work in a group by yourself.

For example, the people around her do not interfere with the river water on the surface, but behind her back, they always wear a layer of colored glasses to maliciously slander her.

The boys would give her a nickname in private, saying that she was an ugly monster and a man's wife who no one wanted to look at when she was stripped naked, and she would never be able to marry for the rest of her life.

Girls will spread rumors that she has psychological problems, that she has abnormal sexual orientation, and that she has gender recognition disorders

Throw plenty of dirt and some will be sure to stick.

There are so many similar rumors that many people really believe it.

The attitude towards her has also changed from an outlier to a pervert and a monster, and everyone will be punished.

The boys began to provoke her, always saying offensive things to her in a joking tone.

For example, if modern medicine is so advanced, if you want to be a boy so much, why don't you go for sex reassignment surgery?

Some people are girls on the surface, and the phantom limbs in their hearts may be bigger than me, so it's not appropriate to go to the women's bathroom every day, right?

Should you like a man or a woman like you? Or is it a combination of both? Aren't the brothers and sisters sitting around you dangerous?

The girls began to be wary of her because of these jokes, whether true or false.

When you go to the toilet, you help each other look at the wind, and when you meet her on the road, you can hide as far as you want, and the girl at the same table with her directly took a ruler and a pencil to draw a three-eight line in the center of the table, for fear of having a little relationship with her, and being ridiculed by everyone as a pervert.

And Ye Xingli not only never took these people's malicious slander to heart, but felt that they were naïve and ignorant, more feudal than the old antiques that had just been dug up from the ground and had been sealed for thousands of years.

I don't bother to argue with them, which fuels their bullying arrogance.

On this day, as usual, she almost stepped on the preparatory bell and walked into the classroom.

At this point in the past, she had to hold a ruler and a pencil every day to deepen the 38th line to prevent her from accidentally crossing the line, and her table mate had already taken out the books she needed for the first class, sat upright in her seat, and either pre-studied her homework or did practice problems.

Today, she was lying on the table abnormally, burying her face in her arms.

I don't know if it was because I didn't sleep well last night, I was catching up on sleep, or something else.

Whatever the reason, it had nothing to do with Night Star Li, and she didn't plan to meddle with it.

Just as usual, I stuffed my schoolbag into my desk pocket, took out the books that I would need for class later, and waited quietly for the class bell to ring.

And her table mate didn't know if it was because she slept too deeply, or for some other reason, seeing that the class bell was about to ring, she still didn't mean to sit up and prepare for class.

For the sake of being at the same table, Ye Xingli's hand stretched out halfway and retracted, and finally poked the other party's arm with the pen: "Hey, it's class." ”

Who knew that the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but slammed the pen in her hand: "Don't touch me with your dirty things, you pervert!" ”

Night Star Li looked at her red eyes in a daze, and then realized that she was not making up for sleep, but was lying on the table crying.

Before she could ask what was going on, the two boys at the back table were already snickering.

The taunt followed:

"Hey, hey~ Brother Night, why do you care so much about your tablemates? Isn't it interesting to her? ”

"Wow, is that exciting? How can two girls fall in love together? ”

"What's so hard about that? Isn't Big Brother Night's phantom limb bigger than everyone else? ”

In the sound of the whole class laughing, the picture jumps.

In the dance studio, Su Xianchen's tears were rolling in his eyes, and the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker.

This meant compromise for the man behind her.

Therefore, he unhurriedly let go of the hands that restrained her, and praised her again and again: "Good ~ this is right~"

"You've always been a smart kid, and the teacher knew you would—"

Before he finished speaking, a loud slap had already slapped him in the face.

"Teacher, please respect yourself."

After holding back tears and saying this, Su Xianchen ran out of the classroom crying.

The days that followed were nightmares when she couldn't help but shudder and burst into tears even when she remembered them.

Because she refused the 'private tutoring' of the dance teacher, she was labeled as a bad student who did not want to make progress, and was often targeted, humiliated, and miserrated in class.

And those students who received 'private tutoring' were also instructed by the dance teacher to deliberately hug a group to isolate her, bully her, and ridicule her.

They said that everyone agreed, just you are high, what kind of chaste martyr are you pretending to be?

They say that it depends on you when it comes to means, and it's good to have fun if you want to get away with it.

They say that some people look as innocent as little white flowers, and they can't tell how dirty they are behind their backs, who knows if she has already been involved with others, and she is still pretending to be in front of everyone.

They deliberately locked her in the dormitory, destroyed her things, and even secretly put blades in her dancing shoes.

And Su Xianchen didn't pay attention to them, she just practiced hard day and night on the premise of protecting herself as much as possible.

(End of chapter)