Kafla couldn't remember when it started to become like this.

She was born in a small town in the green south. She was smart and flexible since she was a child. Some old people in the town said that it would be better if she was a boy, because girls have to get married after all.

She was very unconvinced at that time, but later she learned some knowledge from a superhuman in the small town. Due to her good talent, she easily became a Sequence 1 superhuman. This greatly encouraged her, and she wanted to go to the city for further studies.

But her parents were hesitant at this time because going to school in the city would cost a lot of money, and their family was not very wealthy. But later, the elders in the town persuaded her parents to send her there, because it would be better for her future development, whether it was getting married or doing other things.

Her parents later agreed, and she was extremely happy at that time. As the smartest and most talented child in the town, she fantasized about her future and was full of hope and expectations for it.

After entering the city, she was able to enter the best school for ordinary people with excellent grades, and her tuition was partially waived. At school, she was loved by the teachers, her grades were among the best, and she got along well with her classmates. Everything was so beautiful.

But until one day she had an argument with a classmate and the other person said something.

"Why are you so proud? This school is just a place for us lowly people to have fun. The aristocratic schools are where the geniuses gather. Your best fate in the future is to be taken home as a concubine by some noble or wealthy man. You'll just be a pretty plaything."

Greenery is different from the west wind. Nobles can have concubines. What that classmate said is indeed consistent with many facts.

As if awakened, Kafla began to learn about the situation in the aristocratic school. It was not until the graduation competition two years ago, when she competed for Emenas' recommendation, that she discovered that there were so many powerful peers in this world.

She failed in the competition and was no longer the center of attention in the school. A new genius came to the school.

After returning home, her parents also advised her to get married as soon as possible, but she still didn't want to give up, and diligence and hard work were the only life-saving straws she could grasp.

Although he often quarreled with his family, he still went to the suburbs to exercise every day and studied under the lamp at night.

One day, two days, one week, two weeks, one month, two months, we endured the cold winter, stepped into the warm spring, went through the hot summer, and crossed the cool autumn. The iron sword used for training and fighting broke 7-8 times. Each time, I asked the blacksmith to weld it together again, and finally replaced it with an iron rod.

She thought about it during the day and at night, only thinking about how to improve. In such a crazy state, her strength finally improved greatly.

At the regional competition at the end of last year, she appeared again and surprised everyone, and made it into the final four.

In the end, she was defeated by a young man from a minor noble family. She thought that this was the end of her life, but it was soon revealed that the young man was caught seducing the daughter of a noble family. The noble family, in a state of panic, immediately had his qualifications revoked, but in order to protect his daughter's reputation, they blocked the news.

So, when everyone saw the selection officer announce that the original champion had been disqualified for unknown reasons, and a commoner girl took the position and obtained a rare spot, all kinds of associations emerged, malicious speculations floated everywhere, and no one paid attention to her rebuttal.

Even at the end, her parents secretly asked her if this was the case.

If a young and beautiful girl achieves a high position, people will inevitably suspect whether she is taking advantage of her beauty. This is the view of many people, and examples that often happen in life further support their thoughts.

I thought this rumor only circulated in my hometown and would disappear when it came to school.

But reality slapped her hard in the face. Like dark clouds that could not be blown away, those malicious speculations still loomed over her head.

To make matters worse, after she entered Emenas, her previous lack of basic knowledge was fully exposed, while all the classmates around her were geniuses.

Not only are they more talented than you, they also receive education earlier than you, have famous teachers to guide them, and some of them work harder than you.

Kafla chased after him with all her might, day and night, but she was no more than a casual stroller. Meanwhile, the malice and mockery from the outside world spread like a tide, gradually drowning her, plunging her into darkness and making it difficult to breathe.

'It turns out that I am just an ordinary mortal.'

Yes, I don’t have any special talents, no blood or background, and no strong heart or self-confidence. When others say some unpleasant words, I can be shaken. Now I don’t even have the perseverance to keep going.

This is only the beginning of the school year. It's like walking in the desert. There is a blur of sand and dust in the distance, and you can't see the direction. The retreat route behind you has long been covered by yellow sand. You have no drinkable water or food on you. Your feet are deeply stuck in the mud and sand and you can no longer move.

Just like that, Kafla sat blankly in her seat in the restaurant, and tears slowly flowed down her face before she knew it.

Do you want to go back? I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I've let you down.

Kafla was wavering and wanted to stand up, but she didn't know where to go. Although this school was beautiful and vast, there didn't seem to be any place that could make her feel warm.

My eyes were blurred with tears and my heart slowly sank.

"Hello, may I ask your name? My name is Lorraine."

A familiar voice came from the front. She looked up and saw that person still standing in front of her as before.

"My name is Kafla."

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Mixed with sobs, the tears finally burst out and flowed down.

All the anguish and depression that had been suppressed in the heart in the past, the misunderstandings, the slanders, the insults, were all poured out, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the people around, just because of that warm embrace, like a harbor at night that accommodated everything, the dark night was illuminated by the lighthouse, and the surging tide came to rest here.

Gently stroking her back, Loran Hill silently comforted the crying girl. There was no need to delve into the reason for her crying, because it was difficult to understand other people's difficulties and sadness because she was not the one experiencing the same thing.

What she has to do is to stand here quietly and accompany her to solve problems and difficulties, so that the scars in her heart will slowly heal.

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"Then let's form a small club related to learning."

On a park bench in the college, after quietly listening to Kafla's story, Loran Hill suggested that for the first time, she had the idea of ​​changing something.

Let this small community be the beginning of everything.