Pet me, are you addicted?

For the rivals in love, I am always lurking behind, but at the same time I will not pose any threat to them.Because no one knows what kind of a boy I am, including myself.But sometimes, I still can't catch up with their rhythm, half a beat slower.

Before the morning reading class that day, Shao Wei walked over with gentle steps, handed Tu Hao a 200ml bag of fresh milk, and said:

"Hey, Tu Hao, I bought you a bag of fresh milk."

Tu Hao looked at Shao Wei, didn't reach out to pick it up, just smiled and said:

"Don't give it to me, I don't drink milk."

Shao Wei usually talks to Tu Hao in this way——

"Tu Hao, your skin is really good, is it natural? Hehehehe!"

"Tu Hao, you live here, why don't we go together after school? Hehehehe!"

"Tu Hao, you don't have a girlfriend yet, actually I don't either!"

It could be seen that Tu Hao and Shao Wei had a pleasant conversation.In front of Shao Wei, Tu Hao can always bring out his cold humor to the fullest.But Tu Hao won't take the initiative to talk to Shao Wei, which shows a problem. Tu Hao doesn't like Shao Wei, at least not better than me.

At some point, I will be convinced that I must have suffered a serious illness not long after I was born.My parents and other family members would definitely not want to tell me about this kind of thing.

They probably thought that I was just like the other children in the family when I was still very young, ignorant and unable to remember.Obviously, they didn't understand at all that I was born different.

I like to be alone by nature, and I am a standard otaku.I can shut myself in the room all day, and then find endless pleasure from various books.

I can't remember when these questions started to haunt me - what is the meaning of life?How is the world changing?How do time and space interact?

I slowly realized that no one really understands the world.So, I also slowly realized that in fact, in this world, no one can understand me and my loneliness.

When I was a child, my skin was not good. My mother applied medicine to my face. Maybe it was something like chicken pox.Later, some relatives and friends joked that I was ugly when I was a child, and only my mother dared to hug me.

They thought I didn't remember, so they dared to make fun of me like this.Actually, I do remember.I took their jokes very seriously and vowed to myself that I must look beautiful when I grow up.

Sure enough, when I grew up, I never had acne on my face again.

But I was born with a bad physique. No matter how much I ate or exercised, I always looked thin and slender.This made me wonder for a while whether I was a premature baby.Even if I am the product of my mother's ten-month pregnancy, I must be born with a deficiency.

After learning how to read, I happened to see the family birth book, which was recorded by my grandfather himself.Excitedly, I found my column, which said the time was [-]:[-] am.

Then it occurred to me that someone seemed to have said that I was delivered in a small local clinic.This made me more sure that I was a premature baby, because the date of birth was not expected in advance, so it was too late to be sent to the big hospital in the city.

Once, a relative from afar came to the house. After she knew who I was, she showed a surprised expression.Family members cryptically said things to her that terrified them when I was a kid.The family made a wink, implying not to tell the matter and let me know.