Gotta Go the Healing Route

"In fact, real literature is like this. Born out of the present world, higher than reality, it reflects the reality of society from the side or the front."

"It is precisely because of this that this fairy tale is so powerful. Indeed, with the development of the times and the addition of various fairy tale writers, fairy tales have become more humorous and interesting, promoting truth, goodness and beauty."

"In this environment, those who can use the beautiful cloak of fairy tales to express the dark social status quo are even more masters."

Moreover, this fairy tale breaks the conventional pattern.

According to the Arnay-Thompson classification, fairy tales are roughly divided into [animal stories], [general folk tales]

, [Magic Stories], [Religious Stories], [True Legends], [Humorous Jokes], [Absurd Stories] and other categories.

But this story does not strictly belong to these categories.

What are the characteristics...

Yuanshan Ruyue thought seriously and came up with the answer.

"Maybe [true]."

This fairy tale has an extremely rare core, that is truth.

Judging from the description of the background, the material should be the West in the era of the Industrial Revolution.The serious division in social life between the bourgeoisie and the poor people at the bottom.

Although it's just a story, the little girl in the article probably really existed in that era.

Even if it's not selling matches, even if it's not freezing to death, I'm afraid I will die for various reasons in this era.

After all, the root cause of the girl's death was not the cold, but the society that killed her.

However, Akane Kazama was right about one thing.

In the last paragraph, the author expresses the girl's self-feeling from the perspective of God: "No one knows how beautiful she has seen, how happy she was, and walked towards the happiness of the New Year with her grandma."

This section really made Yuanshan Ruyue a little stunned.

She could faintly feel the deep malice of the author of this story after writing this paragraph.

Chapter 5 new look

The perspective returns to Kazama Xi here.

Due to the mediocre grades of the original owner of the body, she was not admitted to Yushan Middle School like Akane Kazama.Instead, he chose a nearby public middle school - Yingjian Middle School.

As usual for the original owner of this body, after a pleasant and leisurely weekend.Early in the morning, Kazama Xi, as the current owner of her body, walked into the school wearing the student uniform of Sakurama Middle School.

Of course, it would be wrong to say that it was completely the same as usual.

After entering the campus, Kazama Xi could feel the constant gazes from around her.

In fact, on the way here, Kazama Xi felt a lot of gazes - most of them were students who were also wearing uniforms.Of course, most of them are girls.

And after entering the academy composed entirely of students, this kind of sight became more and more frequent.

"Hey, look, that handsome guy."

"Is that from our school? Why haven't I seen it before..."

"He's wearing the uniform of our school, he can't be a transfer student."

Occasionally, whispers could be heard nearby.

If you compare the photos of Feng Jianxi before, you can't tell that this is the same person.

The original disheveled look no longer exists, and the original owner doesn't care, but now Kazama Xi can't accept that messy look.

So, before going to school, he trimmed his hair a little with scissors.The bangs that were too long on the forehead and covered the eyebrows were directly cut off by half.

Feng Jianxi was not willing to cut her shoulder-length hair at the back, but simply tied it with a hair tie.After all, I have always wanted to try the literary youth fan with long hair since my previous life, but I didn't have the conditions at that time, and now I just got it.

Before removing the pair of decorative thick-rimmed eyes - I don't know why, the original owner of the body likes to wear this pair of very rustic-looking eyes, obviously not short-sighted.

In this way, a delicate, even somewhat neutral, handsome face was revealed.

Kazama Xi is sure that with his appearance, as long as his body is exercised a little more to build up a few muscles and he is no longer so thin, he must be the top one when he goes to the Cowherd's shop.

Moreover, what makes Kazama Xi different from before is actually not entirely the trimmed appearance.It's more of a spiritual gap.

Also known as 'temperament'.

The original owner of the body liked to hunched his back, lowered his head, and dared not meet other people's eyes, but now Kazama Xi has a tall and straight figure, full of a confident and sunny temperament.

After all, Kazama Xi in her previous life was considered an accomplished social person after all, and now she has regained her first life with Baoshan and Golden Finger in her arms. Naturally, her bearing is not comparable to that of ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old children.

In this way, under the eyes of many girls, Kazama Xi walked into the teaching building and came to the entrance where the shoes are changed.

Familiar with herself, she found her shoe cabinet and opened it, Kazama Xi took out her indoor shoes.Along with the indoor shoes was a letter that fell.

The letter is inserted in the shoe cabinet.

Is it a love letter?

There seems to be this plot in many Japanese film and television works I watched in my previous life.

but……

This is not a love letter, it's just a piece of paper with crooked words on it:

Kazama Xi, see you in the toilet behind the school during lunch break, don't come. '

The tone was rather blunt, not the expression of a love letter.The handwriting is through the paper, full of strength, it should be written by a man, and obviously, the grades are not good, the handwriting is quite poor, and there are typos.

Kazama Xi suddenly remembered what was going on.

"That's right, like the 'me' before, how could it be possible to receive a love letter..."

The original owner of the body is basically a little transparent in the class, belonging to the kind who has no circle and is alone, and will not attract attention at all.

This kind of withdrawn personality has led to the fact that even the conversations between classmates will not bring wind to the night.

After teasing herself inwardly, Kazama Xi didn't care about the content of the letter, but closed the shoe cabinet and walked into the teaching building.

His class, the classroom of the second class of the third grade is the first room on the right hand side on the second floor. It doesn't take much to walk. In about 1 minute, Kazama Xi came to the classroom from the entrance.

Finding her own seat from her memory, Kazama Xi walked straight over like this.

There has always been a saying about the student's seat in Japanese acg works: the seat is by the window, Wang's hometown.But unfortunately, Kazama Xi's seat was not by the window, but in the middle of the last row.

Kazama Yuki sat down on her seat, took out textbooks, pens, paper and other utensils from her bag, hung the bag on the hook beside the desk, and then immersed herself in her creative work.

He didn't know what kind of uproar he caused in the class when he went to school after his rebirth.

"Is that the evening in the wind?"

Shika Imamura covered his mouth and asked his friend at the next table with a surprised expression on his face.

Sitting in the first row near the door, she immediately thought that this 'strange' handsome guy was looking for someone from the second class after Kazama Xi walked into the classroom.

But before she could ask, Kazama Xi had already walked straight to her place.

"It's all over that seat, isn't it?"

The girl next to her also had a similar expression to Shika Imamura's. In fact, she had to think for a long time when she recalled who was sitting on that seat.

"It's unbelievable. It's just a weekend. What happened. Could it be that you went for plastic surgery?"

Hearing Shika Imamura's slightly exaggerated statement, the girl sitting next to her shook her head.

"Didn't I say it before, Kazama's foundation is not bad, as long as he takes care of it a little bit, he will be a handsome guy."

"Have you ever said that? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Facing her friend's questioning, the girl sitting next to her was not flushed, but she couldn't help but secretly glanced at Kazama Xi's position.

"As I said, when I first entered school, I said this, okay?"

As the bell rang, Shika Imamura and his friend stopped communicating after the teacher stepped on the dot to enter the classroom.Subconsciously, he glanced back at Kazama Xi who was sitting in the back row and was drawing something with a pencil.

............

Japanese junior high school studies are relatively easy, and there is no comparison with the Chinese next door.Kazama Xi also looked at the textbook a little bit, which is probably equivalent to the level of the first grade of junior high school.

Kazama Xi, who was re-reading junior high school, didn't take the matter of attending classes to heart at all.Anyway, the teacher won't bother him - no one should know the gold content of sitting in the last row of the classroom.

In Kazama Xi's eyes, the current focus is the first step to becoming famous.Although there is still half a month before the deadline for soliciting papers for the Newcomer Award.Whether this time is long or short, even if you have a golden finger, you still need to polish it carefully if you want to make a good short comic.

Time passed slowly like this, and as the leisurely bell rang, it was time for school to end.The head teacher walked into the class as usual to announce that school was over.

Kazama Xi stood up from her seat, put away the manuscripts she had drawn in the day, picked up her schoolbag and left the classroom.

The club that the original owner of the body joined was of course the Homecoming Club.

But passing by the lively playground covered with fine sand, after walking out of the school gate, Kazama Xi encountered an accident.

It's not a problem to say, just a boring trouble.

At the school gate, five boys wearing Sakurama Middle School uniforms were waiting there bored.

It wasn't until Kaze Jianxi walked out of the school gate that the eyes of those five people lit up, and then surrounded them together.

Five teenagers surrounded him, with malicious faces on their faces, and surrounded Feng Jianxi so quickly.

Seeing the familiar faces of the five people, memories flooded in Feng Jianxi's mind, and she immediately understood what was going on.

Chapter 6 Cut the mess quickly

School violence and bullying are very common, and this kind of thing exists no matter which country it is in.

From verbal insults to direct hands-on, robbery other than beating and scolding, although it is in a campus that is isolated from society, certain microcosms of society are constantly being staged in this sacred place.Once it appears, it may become a lifelong nightmare and shadow for the affected person, and if there are other influences in the middle, it may even lead to more intense incidents.

Some parents worry that their children will be bullied at school, so they will send their children to learn martial arts such as taekwondo and let them use these martial arts to defend themselves.But the reality is that these children whose parents fear they will be bullied may become bullies at school.

In fact, when the bully grows up, he may have forgotten the "little things" that he may have bullied his classmates.But for those who are bullied, the shadow left by them in childhood may affect their later life.

Looking at the five people in front of him, his memory continued to surge, and he seemed to be able to hear the disgusting roar of the original owner of his body.

That's right, the original owner of this body was often bullied, and the targets of bullying him were the five people in front of him.

"Okay, Kazama Xi, I almost didn't recognize her in such a state."

The leading boy approached and said maliciously.

"However, didn't I ask you to go to the bathroom during your lunch break? Didn't you see the letter in the shoe cabinet? Why didn't you come and ignored my words?"

That's right, the letter I found in the shoe cabinet in the morning was written by these guys in front of me.