I, Ying Weiyu, have been bullied since I was in junior high school. If I hadn't followed my elder brother, I would have been bullied for probably three years of junior high school.
By the last year of junior high school, I had become a gangster.
But from a lonely gangster leader to a being that no one dares to mess with, I finally succeeded.
The branches are low under the weight of snow, but they do not peck at the mud even though they are low.
Once the red sun rises, it is still aligned with the sky
