My name is Song Qian, and I'm an outsider in my class.
I am a relative who is not received by relatives.
I am the kind of child who makes my parents and family feel ashamed in front of others.
I'm the kind of person who can never hold my head up in front of someone I like.
All of this is because I am an ugly monster.
Even though I have excellent grades and always strive to be number one in every exam.
All I got in return were perfunctory praise from my parents, indifference from my teachers, and ridicule from my classmates.
When I was three years old, when my parents took me out, passersby would point at me and whisper about my appearance.
My parents just think that the child is still young and will be fine when he grows up.
The time I miss the most is when I was in kindergarten.
Because my classmates were very friendly to me back then, and my teachers never treated me differently.
That was the happiest time of my life.
I remember my deskmate was a tall boy among his peers. Although he was mischievous and often made his classmates cry.
But he was very friendly to me.
This may be related to his upbringing.
His mother is our kindergarten teacher; she is very beautiful.
He also inherited his mother's looks; a boy with almond-shaped eyes, he looks very handsome.
At that time, I had not yet experienced the cold stares of others, so I participated very actively in all class activities.
What I will never forget is a Friday when all my classmates were happily packing their bags, ready to welcome the holiday.
At that moment, he came up to me and extended his hand, inviting me to join him.
"Song Qian, tomorrow is my birthday, and I'd like to invite you to the party, is that alright?"
I gladly accept this.
When my mother picked me up from school, I told her about his invitation to his birthday party.
My mother was very happy and even asked me what I liked, whether it was a boy or a girl.
That afternoon, my mother took me to the mall, and we spent the whole afternoon picking out a gift.
In the end, I bought him a really cool hat.
My mother also taught me that when giving gifts to classmates, one should be sincere and not just rely on money to buy them.
So when I got home, I took the paintbrushes my mom had bought for me and drew a desk on a piece of white paper. He and I were sitting on the desk.
The next morning, I woke up early and begged my mother to take me to his house.
His mother also dressed up and made a phone call to his mother, who is our kindergarten teacher, Ms. Dong.
Teacher Dong gave my mother an address, and then I went to her house with the carefully prepared gift.
Oh, by the way, his name is Xu Lu, but our classmates usually call him Xiao Lu.
Because of his good personality, and because his mother is a kindergarten teacher, teachers who are close to Teacher Dong all call him Brother Lu.
When they arrived at Xu Lu's house, they found that he had not yet gotten up.
When I saw Teacher Dong, I politely greeted her with "Hello, Teacher."
Ms. Dong patted my head affectionately and said that we were at home, not at school, and that I should call her Aunt Dong.
The term 'auntie' is clearly more affectionate than 'teacher'.
I was so happy that I called her Aunt Dong.
It was on this day that I discovered that Xiao Lu, who was usually carefree at school, was actually a grumpy child when she woke up.
After Aunt Dong woke him up, he kept pouting until he finished washing up.
After seeing me, he became happier.
Afterwards, my mom, Xiaolu, Aunt Dong, Xiaolu's dad Uncle Xu, and I decorated Xiaolu's house to celebrate her birthday.
Then, many of our kindergarten teachers, our classmates, and his friends came to Xiaolu's house.
We celebrated Xiaolu's birthday together. During the gift-giving session, I took out the hat that my mom and I had carefully selected, and Xiaolu said she really liked it.
At that time, I didn't show any signs of inferiority. I handed the drawing I had finished to the deer.
After seeing the painting, the little deer happily put it away in his sketchbook.
We had a perfect birthday celebration, and we all had a great time at Xiaolu's house.
The parents also put a lot of thought into making us kids lots of cakes and snacks that we like to eat.
Before we left, Aunt Dong thoughtfully prepared small gifts for each of us children.
That day was the happiest time of my life, bar none.
Because misfortune soon befell me.
Time flew by and it was time for us to graduate from kindergarten.
After graduation, due to family reasons, Xiaolu and I did not attend the same primary school. From then on, I parted ways with my only good friend.
To provide him with a good educational environment, Little Deer's mother spent a lot of money to get him into a top primary school in the city.
I also have an older brother and a younger brother.
Moreover, my family is not as wealthy as Xiaolu's family. My parents have to pay off the mortgage every month and also pay attention to my older and younger brothers' studies, so I was randomly assigned to an ordinary primary school.
The day before I started elementary school, my mother took me to the school gate and told me to study hard and not to care about what others thought.
I didn't understand what that sentence meant at the time.
But I soon found out.
After I walked into the school gate, many classmates looked at me with strange eyes, and some even pointed at me from a distance. At the time, I didn't understand what was going on.
When I arrived at the first-grade classroom, I randomly found a place to sit down. Because I'm quite tall, I chose a seat towards the back.
Students gradually arrived to register for their classes.
Although my seat was towards the back, it wasn't in the last row.
But no one wanted to sit next to me.
Those classmates who are not as tall as me, even if they sit in the last row, are unwilling to sit with me.
At the time, I didn't know what that meant.
Until school ended, a student stood in front of me, arrogantly telling me to change schools or he would have his boss, his father, fire me.
When I asked him why, he said I was too ugly and it would affect his schooling.
They even said that such an ugly child's parents must also be ugly to have given birth to such an ugly child.
But my parents are clearly very good-looking; maybe I'm the one with a genetic mutation.
Besides, my parents love me so much, so why does he have the right to insult them?
So I started fighting with that boy.
My height advantage allowed me to pin him down and beat him up, leaving him bruised and swollen, with blood streaming from his nose.
After being discovered by security guards, I was taken to the teacher's office along with the boy who had insulted me.
The teacher immediately called my mother and asked her to come over.
Afterwards, my mom said that she was working overtime at the time, but when she heard the news of me fighting with someone on the phone, she dropped what she was doing and rushed to the school immediately.
At that time, my parents still felt sorry for me.
In the end, neither of us was punished.
The other party, who was a school leader, was a reasonable person. He reprimanded his child on the spot and apologized to me.
My mother wanted to compensate the other party for the medical expenses, but they refused, saying that they had failed to raise their son properly and had caused trouble for the school.
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