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Chapter 26 The first time we met, that was also spring

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    "Students" I looked up.

    Yes!  That is the head teacher I cursed in my dreams, with a fat belly like a fat pig, black and white curly hair covering a bald head, and a pair of reading glasses as thick as the bottom of a glass.

    Who is that next to him?

    In an instant, my soul was filled with a pair of big and clear eyes that I had never seen before. After they swept across the classroom, they quickly stared at the teacher. It was fear that made her anxious.  , more likely timid, shy.

    I smiled disdainfully, bowed my head to the table and thought about my own business.

    However, my mind is full of those eyes, black shining eyes.

    Later, five or six years later, one day when I was drawing a manga, I suddenly remembered the pair of eyes that had lingered in my mind for a long time: big, a little scared, a little shy.

    Now that I think about it, I realize that those eyes are hers.

    "Students, this classmate's name is Yang Yue. She will be in our class from now on, and she will attend classes with everyone. Welcome." Scruffy applause rang out.  Like wet firecrackers, there is a click, but there is no click.

    "Hello, everyone." A sweet and crisp voice woke me up, who had always been dizzy.  Those big eyes bowed down.  Thick black and flat bangs, plucking slender and elegant eyebrows, two locks of slightly longer hair across the delicate ears, covering the flushed cheeks on both sides.

    "My name is Yang Yue. I'm Korean. I haven't been in China for a few years. I don't learn Chinese very well. This time I just moved from my grandfather's place to my uncle's. I want to take this opportunity to learn more Chinese.  I hope everyone will like me and help me more in the future." She spoke slowly, but her voice was clear and standard.

    A burst of loud and inspiring applause shook the usually silent classroom of the fifth grade class.

    "Just sit there, Liu Xiaojun, let her take a seat." Reading glasses gnawed at the tone of the private school.

    I rolled my eyes, poked my reading glasses fiercely, pulled out the bench a bit with the rest of my laziness, tidied up a book hole in a panic, and sat on the other side.

    After reading glasses explained some lectures to me, they walked away.

    My heart was extremely depressed for a while, and the resentment that had been hidden in my heart for a long time broke out in the bottom of my heart, but another inexplicable force choked my heart, preventing me from breaking out.  That extremely suffocating evil energy only flies and circles in my heart, flies and circles.

    I hate studying.  Because of my slowness and ignorance, I suffered countless fists from the teachers.  The pain in my chest and the heat in my heart made me extremely disgusted with studying.

    I tried to resist, but was met with more and more vicious fists.

    The ridicule became even more violent, and the harsh words became more explicit. Such an embarrassing situation made me feel ashamed and painful.  My resistance was completely declared a failure.  I have also reached the point of denying myself.  I firmly believe that I can't study well, so I just don't study.

    Everything is over, but everything is not over.

    Insults and ridicule are like bayonets, piercing my heart.  I cried out in pain, but I didn't have the strength to cry out.  I am desperate, but I still have involuntary power to make those pains in my fragile heart linger unscrupulously, lingering and lingering.

    That pain of despair makes me agonizingly hopeless.

    I hate it, but I hate it so weakly; I want to cry, but I can't cry out because of sobs.

    ?Grievance, hatred, annoyance, disappointment, and even despair are kept in my heart, and I am tossing wildly, making me feel that I am about to explode at any time.

    The fact that I can't have an explosion in the end, and I can be completely relieved, makes me breathless.  I often make myself decadent for this.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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