Everyone I want to bully is abnormal

Besides, she is now fully focused on studying and doesn't want to think about those miscellaneous things.

As expected, it seemed that after someone confessed to him, all the curses began.

The boys bullied me openly, writing love letters behind my back, confessing their feelings in public, etc. The girls were not like they were when they were kids and would just humiliate me verbally. They even went further than the boys.

This time the squad leader did not stand up again, which made her very scared and anxious. She seemed to have returned to the time when she was powerless to do anything.

The most serious incident was taking nude photos. If my grandmother had not taught in this school, many teachers would have been her students.

So when I told the teacher, the matter was resolved quite quickly. But what if the other party had really sent those photos out, and my parents and my grandmother had seen them? That is something I couldn’t imagine.

I clearly did nothing wrong, but why do I have to suffer all this?

Have you ever told your teacher or your parents and been asked why everyone bullied you? Shouldn’t you look for the reason in yourself?

She had resisted before, but she was just a little girl, always alone. Resistance would only make those people more excited and commit more brutal acts.

She no longer knew what to do or who would let her go.

High school finally brought a turn for the better. She wanted to study and become stronger, so strong that no one could bully her.

Since you don't know what to do, let's just let everything go back to the way it was.

She found the class monitor and pretended to agree to his confession. Sure enough, within a few days, everything seemed to return to normal.

No one pulled my braids during class, my stools and textbooks didn’t disappear for no reason, the little traps and surprises seemed to have never existed, and I didn’t go home with ink stains all over my body every day…

Even the sunlight seemed to have become much warmer. If you gain something, you will inevitably lose something. This seems to be a law imprinted on you.

Isolated from the harassment from other people, it is now the squad leader's turn to harass me. I deal with him with dependence and patience.

Fortunately, the class monitor is a nice person and will not force me to do anything. I have promised myself that as long as I am admitted to the university, I will agree to any condition he asks.

This is a lie, a lie told to protect oneself.

With such a fish, the monitor took the bait willingly until now, when graduation is approaching.

I used to be grateful to my class, but now I feel guilty.

I'm sorry, monitor, please forgive me this time. I just want to study hard so that I can protect myself with my own strength in the future.

If there is a god in the world, then grandma is her god, and may also be the god of many people.

My grandmother was a very kind and helpful person. Not only did she pull me out of that prison-like home and teach me many lessons, she also helped more people.

She used her connections and resources to help people in the slums do manual work within their capabilities, so that those who were idle at home and could not find a job could also earn a salary through their own labor. At least as long as they worked hard enough, they would have no problem supporting themselves.

Today was the day when grandma had to go to the slums to get the raw materials. Seeing that it was getting late, even though her grandma had warned her not to go to the old city, especially the slums.

She thought that if she was more careful, nothing would happen. Maybe she had lived a good life for two days so much that she forgot how terrible people could be.

As soon as I stepped into the old city, I was targeted by a group of hooligans who looked like they were not easy to mess with.

She wanted to go back the same way, but as a newcomer, she only knew where the passage she had just entered was. As for other passages, or even whether there were other passages, she had no idea at all.

Run, she had to run as fast as she could, and must not be caught up by the people behind her. These people were not like those in school. No matter how excessive they did, they would be cautious because there were teachers, parents, laws and morals above them to restrain them.

But now, I dare not gamble with these people who are smiling with ill intentions. These people are a group of people with noble values ​​and good morals.

Even though she tried her best and her legs even started to cramp, she was still caught up. As always, the things she wanted to get rid of were like parasites, clinging to her skin and flesh.

Although I often experience sexual harassment, the fear in my heart does not decrease in the slightest no matter which time it happens.

Chu Jinyan told herself to stay calm. The more scared and panicked she was, the faster she would sink into the quagmire.

Hold back your trembling body, calm your frightened voice, look for the person who looks the strongest here, show obedience, and then wait for an opportunity to escape.

From my past experiences of being harassed, I know that the harassers are not on the same side as me; they are opponents and enemies.

In order to demonstrate their so-called masculinity, they often fight.

Some are classmates, some are friends, and some are neighbors. No matter how good the relationship is, it will become a pile of loose sand in front of me, and the friendship will collapse and fight.

Maybe what some girls said was not wrong, that I was a cursed person and I would become unfortunate if I got close to them.

But she just wanted to protect herself, that's all.

When I saw the harasser, I breathed a sigh of relief. What surged in my heart was not disgust, but joy.

The weak can live a better life only by seeking protection from the strong. I am just following this rule of society.

Under long-term repression and retreat, she developed a sense of dependence on the class monitor and even the harasser.

That's right, she was both afraid of and dependent on this person whose background she didn't know.

She chose to ignore the question of why the bodyguards rushed out to guard the area in the first place.

And when the gangster came to his senses, drew out his brand new machete and approached the young man silently, she chose to ignore him.

She didn't know if she was suffering from some kind of mental illness. When she saw the blood staining the clothes of the person who spoke for her, what came into her heart was not gratitude, but joy.

An unprecedented sense of pleasure surged in my heart, 'Yes, stab them, stab them a few more times, it would be best if we all fight and die here.'

Chu Jinyan was not someone who didn't know how to be grateful, but she had seen so many such dramas that she had become accustomed to them.

When the machete missed the fatal neck and only scratched the arm, a quick flash of disappointment passed through I's calm eyes.