I also met a friend who had a similar experience to mine, but he was very rich. Although his parents were divorced, he was still wealthy. He would spend money at school to befriend others. At that time, I didn't understand him. It was just that he would pay to read my comics, so we chatted a lot.
That's all. I had no expectations of friends; all I had was studying and indulgence. Private schools were chaotic, but compared to the good students, those who were involved in the underworld treated me a little better.
After all, it's rare to see someone willing to take the risk of dragging others along during a physical education exam. Thanks to that guy, I got good grades in the college entrance exam and got into a top university.
Perhaps I could have become friends with him, but I didn't accept any contact from anyone after graduation and left without any regrets.
As for high school... it was the same as junior high, except that I was doing well academically and had gotten used to city life. Plus, with all the movies about high school friendships being promoted, I wanted to make some friends.
However, as it turns out, I, who am not quite normal, don't know how to make friends. My foolish eyes can't see who is worth it and who isn't.
I have this self-awareness because after I thought I had made friends, they threw me into the trash can, and when I was bullied by people from outside the school, they were laughing and taking pictures and leaving without paying any attention to me.
Let's just be friends on the surface. Life is my own, so I should play when I want to play and indulge myself when I want to indulge. So I continued to immerse myself in novels and games.
Unlike me, my younger brother is taller and more handsome than me, his grades are better, and he has better friends than me. At least they often invite him to hang out, and they still keep in touch after graduation.
Then life became meaningless and boring. Before I knew it, high school and college were over, and I ended up working in a government agency, just loafing around and waiting to die. With no knowledge or skills and only the ability to type documents, I lived a life of just getting through each day.
Strangely enough, after junior high school, I had nothing to talk about in my life. I just seemed like a socially incompetent loser and a self-comforting Ah Q.
What we can talk about now is our childhood, a time without social hierarchy, without complicated technology or entertainment.
The stars in the sky were numerous and bright every day; he had people to take care of him; he had friends in the village who could climb trees and explore rivers; and he himself, at that time, was also exceptionally tale-filled.
He would burn paper money for the dead in the river every time he went there. He was submerged four times in the village's flooded ponds. On one occasion, when no one was around, he was pulled out by a cold, invisible hand.
The time he had a fever, his grandmother banged on gongs and drums to summon his spirit all night, and he recovered the next day, looking radiant and not at all like he was sick.
He could run for five minutes over a low stone railing, ten meters long, half a meter high, and thirty centimeters wide, while he went to the toilet in the middle of the night because he hadn't finished his homework. He could then squat in the grass in the mountains, remaining calm and fearless.
He had people with connections in the village set up torches and search for him for a full hour. He silently watched everything from the mountains, without fear, apprehension, or worry.
"■■, this is my life. Do you think it's amazing?"
Is it exciting? It's certainly not exciting at all, or rather, it's neither tragic nor tragic, but rather a life that feels frustrating and inexplicable.
In the dream, it seemed as if his childhood self was asking him a question, with a sense of resentment.
"Now that we live in a different world, with a different name, and with a life where we no longer need to rely on others and can choose our own path."
"Why don't we just go and cause some trouble? I'm destined not to become you, and you can never become me. If this were a novel, all the readers would definitely be looking forward to you going on and on."
"But I also ask myself, I don't like things I can't control, nor do I like a life I can't control. If I make a scene, everyone will see me, and everyone will target me."
"Then let them not dare to target you, let them all be kind to others. You will be a genius, you will be a prodigy. At worst, just do it for your past self, for your past life."
"Even if it means giving up this identity, giving up this life, I'll use the Time Cicada to rewind, I'll use the Ten Thousand Self Rebirth. I want to do this, to let the people I want to be do whatever they desire!"
Ha, I can't argue with myself after all, my thoughts are still unclear, it doesn't matter whether they are right or wrong.
"If you really want to know why I eliminated the others, then I can only say, I did it because I wanted to!"
"If you insist on an explanation, then I, Dao Chengyi, will hereby sign a life-or-death pledge to the envoy of the Shang Sect. If you want an explanation, come to the arena! Let's have a fight!"
"Just how arrogant this young man who has only been practicing martial arts for a year really is!"
Dao Chengyi walked step by step onto the arena. The martial arts school owners and gang leaders in the surrounding teams, whose members had been completely eliminated and who hadn't even entered the arena, were now questioning and challenging the arrogant and rebellious Dao Chengyi.
But they are destined not to get a reason, and the youths on the field will not give a reason either; when asked, they simply say, "I will do as I please!"
"You old bastard! Dare to come up here! Either I'll use your head as a stepping stone, or you'll take my life to get an explanation!"
Pointing at the martial arts school owner who was shouting the loudest, Dao Cheng pointed with both fingers and said contemptuously.
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