In the seemingly glamorous and prestigious Star Academy, the original owner's life was like falling into an endless abyss of darkness, with pain and despair following him everywhere.
The original owner of this body was an extremely diligent and hardworking student. Thanks to her intelligence and perseverance, she consistently excelled academically. However, her impoverished family background was like a glaring scar, making her a target of attack and discrimination from her classmates. Those self-important, pampered rich kids saw her as a thorn in their side and tried every means to torment her.
Every morning, when the original owner of this body walked into the classroom with a glimmer of hope, she was greeted only by the malicious stares and unbridled sarcasm of her classmates. Her books became tools for those people to vent their malice; they were often snatched away maliciously when she wasn't paying attention and then ruthlessly thrown into the stinking trash can like garbage.
When she endured the humiliation to retrieve her books, her classmates would jeer and laugh: "Poor bastards should stay in the trash can looking for books!" Each jeer was like a sharp blade, piercing the original owner's heart time and time again.
Her clothes also suffered the same fate of being bullied. Those people seemed to take pleasure in damaging her belongings, often secretly splashing ink on her clothes. The black stains stood out starkly against her already plain clothes, like indelible marks of shame. Once, she wore a white shirt that her mother had painstakingly washed for her to school; it was one of the few clean and tidy clothes she owned.
However, during recess, she was surrounded by several malicious classmates. They laughed and chuckled, their eyes filled with malice. One of them mercilessly poured a bottle of ink directly onto her. Her white shirt was instantly soaked in ink, becoming filthy and tattered, just like her trampled dignity. The original owner watched helplessly as her beloved clothes were ruined, tears welling in her eyes. But her weakness and tears did not evoke a shred of pity from those people; instead, they made them even more smug and arrogant.
Even worse, the original owner suffered even more brutal beatings. One day after school, as dusk fell, a suffocating atmosphere filled the campus. The original owner, as usual, prepared to go home, but was blocked by several boys in a secluded corner of the school. Their faces wore ferocious smiles, their eyes revealing cruelty and indifference. Without a word, they began punching and kicking her, as if she weren't a living person, but a punching bag to be vented on at will.
The original owner tried to resist, but her frail body was utterly vulnerable to the violence of these people. She was beaten black and blue, lying on the ground groaning in pain. The perpetrators stood by, watching her wretched state, laughing triumphantly. Their laughter echoed in the silent corner like the whispers of demons.
The original owner lived in extreme despair every day, but she dared not skip school. She had come to this school because it had given her a 200,000 yuan bonus, which had already been used to treat her mother's illness.
If she didn't go to school, she would be expelled, and the prize money would have to be returned. The original owner knew that this money was crucial to her mother's illness, and she couldn't let her mother lose the opportunity for treatment. Therefore, despite suffering endless torment at school, she gritted her teeth and insisted on going to school every day.
The original owner of this body had tried to seek help from her parents, but they were ordinary laborers, working long hours every day to make a living, and were exhausted. When she returned home covered in injuries and told her parents about her experiences at school, they were heartbroken but felt helpless. They didn't have the resources or ability to solve her problems, and could only offer her words of comfort and tell her to try to be patient.
Seeing the helpless look in her parents' eyes, the original owner's despair deepened. She understood that her parents had already sacrificed too much for the family, and she didn't want to add any more burden to them. So, she could only silently endure it all, facing the cruel bullying alone.
The long-term bullying at school caused immense physical and mental trauma to the original owner of this body. She lived in fear and pain every day, often waking up at night from nightmares. Those nightmares were like a series of terrifying movies, constantly playing in her mind, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.
At school, she was constantly under immense pressure, unable to concentrate on her studies, and her grades plummeted. The teachers' criticism and her classmates' ridicule felt like double shackles, making her feel even more desperate and helpless. She felt as if the whole world had abandoned her, the loneliest and most helpless person in the world.
Amidst this endless suffering, the original owner's heart gradually crumbled. She tried to seek help, but both her teachers and classmates turned a blind eye to her plight or chose to treat her with indifference.
Ultimately, overwhelmed, the original owner felt she could no longer endure such pain and torment, and death seemed to be the only relief for her. On a quiet night, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness.
The original owner silently walked to the school rooftop, her steps heavy and filled with despair. The wind howled across her face, but could not dry her tears. She gazed at the dark ground below, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.
Then, she closed her eyes, leaped, and fell from the rooftop like a bird with broken wings. Her life ended abruptly at that moment, concluding her young and tragic life.
Lin Qian deeply sympathized with the original owner's suffering and humiliation, those unbearable memories crashing against her heart like a tidal wave. She clenched her fists, her eyes burning with fury, vowing to bring those who had bullied the original owner to justice and help her regain her confidence and dignity.
Recalling the bottle of energy liquid she had drunk, Lin Qian felt a powerful surge of energy coursing through her body. She could clearly feel that her body had undergone a miraculous transformation, with every muscle brimming with explosive power, even giving her the illusion that she was strong enough to knock down a bull with a single punch.
Lin Qian tried to move her body, feeling a surge of boundless power coursing through her. She clenched her fist and swung it forcefully, a low whistling sound echoing through the air. She smiled contentedly, filled with confidence in her current state.
"With this power, those bastards will have to wait and see!" Lin Qian clenched her fists, her eyes revealing determination and resolve, and muttered to herself. She had had enough of the pain and humiliation the original owner had suffered; now, she would make those bastards taste the same bitterness.
Lin Qian knew that violence was not the best solution, but she decided to teach these scoundrels a lesson in their own way. She wanted them to understand that bullying others comes at a price.
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