I will describe myself as an object. How many bloody things have happened in the past 21 years. Of course, there is no lack of warmth in ordinary life. I am a poor guy. I also thought that I was the lucky one in the lottery. Unfortunately, the pie from heaven has never been able to hit me. Although I have been cowardly in the face of school violence, worried about my bipolar disorder, and desperately wanted to be recognized by my parents, friends, and teachers, the more I wanted to get something, the less I succeeded! However, during this period, I also gained wonderful friends, the joy of taking exams, and the excitement of going to college. These years are equivalent to the story of the growth of a loser. If you are interested, please read it. The first work is
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
