My name is Lin Xiaoyu. When I was four years old, I solemnly made the greatest wish in my life: to be a happy salted fish that lives in the sun and plays games without fighting against the world.
For this simple yet great ideal, I started planning early: Is the children's song I made up casually used as a stock market prediction by my parents? Pure misunderstanding! Programming learned to avoid the war is regarded as a genius? Just a coincidence! Even setting up a "stone grinding club" in kindergarten was just to survive the long nap time.
But I don't know why, every lazy little move I made ended up being "forsighted"; every helpless compromise I made was interpreted as "high integrity". The more I want to hide, the more mysterious people think I am; the more I want to hide, the more people follow me.
Nowadays, my list of "believers" is getting longer and longer: the cool class monitor who firmly believes that I am a hidden wise man, my parents who regard every nonsense I say as the truth, and the little sunshine classmate who can always see through my disguise with the clearest eyes...
I just want to lie down quietly, but the whole world insists on putting me on a pedestal.
