When I was reborn as a senior in high school, I decided to stay away from the school bully.
He was immersed in studying and just wanted to get into Peking University, but he heard his deskmate who was the god of study said coldly:
"I can teach you how to do the questions. Just change the rubber bands one at a time."
On graduation night, he cornered me in the classroom, took off his glasses and asked in a mute voice:
"Can you tell me now why you always avoid me?"
I looked at the densely packed colorful rubber bands on his wrists and was suddenly stunned.
—Those are all I lost this semester.
