My name is Xu Weiwei.
I grew up in relatively good conditions.
Oh, of course, that's good; it refers to growing up under conditions where you can have enough to eat.
My elders, my grandfather's generation, made many contributions to this country, benefiting future generations and providing me with a stable living environment.
My father could also be considered one of those who had reached the pinnacle.
The two older brothers also went their separate ways.
From a young age, I was well-fed and clothed. My father had only one expectation for me: to study hard, graduate, and find a decent job.
As for his future marriage, the old man doesn't seem like the other man.
He told me it was up to me; if I liked any of them, I could bring them home and let him check them out.
If there's really no one I like, that's fine too. Even if I stay at home for the rest of my life, he can still support me.
My family loves me very much, and I am very happy.
This happiness came to an abrupt end when she turned sixteen.
I remember that day was my first day of school, and my brother drove me to the school gate.
I figured I shouldn't be too conspicuous, so I arrived a little early and planned to go in with the crowd near the bus stop. I also wanted to take the opportunity to observe my future classmates.
Our school was only established a few years ago. According to my brother, it was established to cultivate talent for future generations.
Studying here will enable me to better contribute to our country.
With a joyful heart, I waited for my classmates.
I remember that day, the sky was blue, the air was fresh, and birds chirped and sang in my ear from time to time. Everything seemed so beautiful.
The bus has arrived.
Most of the people who come here are my classmates.
The man followed him down.
It may sound a bit far-fetched, but I was indeed attracted to that man at first sight.
How should I put it? The same clothes, when worn by him, have a strange sense of sophistication.
Although I was taught from a young age that people shouldn't be divided into different classes, the word "young master" still keeps popping into my head.
Even the most elegant gentlemen of ancient times couldn't have been more refined than this.
However, later, that damned bastard told me that the so-called sense of sophistication, the so-called "young master," the so-called "upper-class" feeling, is essentially just the sense of relaxation that comes from having all their desires satisfied. And that damned bastard, the night before coming to school, in the courtyard house, with his good sister...
Overturned! Luan! Fallen! Phoenix!
He told me that because his desires were fulfilled, he felt relaxed and sophisticated when he looked at the world.
But at that time I didn't know that; I only knew that this person had a very special temperament.
It makes sense, considering that in that era, even getting enough to eat was a problem, and his appearance immediately stood out.
Driven by this curiosity, I secretly began to observe him.
I was lucky enough to be in the same class as him. For some reason, I felt a little excited at that time. Back then, I didn't know what liking someone or love meant. I just felt that it seemed like there was someone in the same class as me. That was probably pretty good.
I am very good-looking.
I've known this since I was a child.
The little boy in the yard likes to play with me.
But I don't like the boys in the yard. They pull my hair all the time and often hit me. I got annoyed and beat them all down. I know why; they just wanted my attention. But I look down on them—a bunch of immature brats.
But on the first day of school, I did the same thing as those childish people.
I greeted him with a smile.
In my expectation, he would be surprised by my greeting, then at a loss for words, and finally blush and stammer in response.
At that moment, it was as if a demon was telling me in my mind to bully him, to bully him properly.
As if possessed, I patted him on the shoulder, gave him a sweet smile, and greeted him.
There was some commotion around me; I knew that many boys in the class were secretly watching me.
Before I came to the academy, my dad told me that many students would also be thinking about their marriage, and that I should think things through and not be so impulsive.
That's a very euphemistic way of putting it, but I know perfectly well what he's doing. He's just taking advantage of young girls who don't know anything, and I'm not that stupid. What's so great about that jerk?
The expected stammering didn't happen. He remained relaxed, gave me a reply, and then went back to reading.
They treated me like a stranger.
At that time, I couldn't quite describe what that feeling was like.
Angry?
Feeling lost?
angry?
ashamed?
I think so.
In short, I was a little angry. However, I couldn't find any fault with it; I greeted them, and they responded. On the surface, it was simple and straightforward, without any power struggle.
Fortunately, I sensed that quite a few people seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. There were both men and women among them, so I knew that my charm hadn't diminished. No... his charm wasn't bad either.
He is indeed different.
Most of the students in the class were confused.
Just like when I was in junior high school, most of the boys in my class secretly liked me.
The only difference is him.
I secretly observed him and noticed that he was very purposeful. Even in class, he followed his own pace and completely ignored what the teacher was saying.
Instead, he was engrossed in reading.
At that moment, my initial curiosity about him turned into disgust.
I think he's arrogant. What makes him think he's better than the teacher? How dare he not listen in class?
But I didn't expose him.
Because I knew that classmates didn't like classmates who exposed their own, and that it could easily lead to being ostracized, I used a little trick to get other classmates to report him.
Just as I was smugly preparing to see him make a fool of himself...
The teacher actually favored him!
The teacher told others that he had already learned a lot and didn't need to study the basics anymore. If someone could keep up with his pace, they could also refer to their own books.
Damn it!!!
What gives him the right?!
I'm not convinced!
After class, I wanted to borrow a book from him.
However, as soon as get out of class ended, a group of people surrounded his desk, asking him all sorts of questions out of curiosity.
In my understanding, he probably won't pay attention to this group of people and will just focus on his studies.
That's fine, because this way, probably no one will like him anymore.
However, my plan failed again.
He enthusiastically shared his experiences with the students around him, and I could tell he was very serious.
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