After being rumored to have "touched a girl's butt", I became a pervert despised by the whole school. Only the ugly girl in the corner, Zhao Shiya, believed me. Ito Makoto, the second generation rich man, used his connections to try to trample me completely into the mud. The class teacher looked on coldly, and the classmates were insulted. Even Bai Ruxue, the only one who could testify for me, chose to remain silent. The three thousand yuan of change that my father had saved for half his life was thrown on the table: "Son, our backbone is made of iron and can't be broken!" Was his place in the competition taken away? I turned my head and dived into the world of code. Is handwriting recognition a dead end? The mysterious old man in the second-hand bookstore late at night pointed out a dangerous path: "The road of the poor is blown up by oneself." When Makoto Ito extended his poisonous hand to Zhao Shiya's mother, I tightened my grip on the rusty pencil sharpener. This time, I am no longer silent. From programming competitions to college entrance examination battlefields, from the abyss of the bottom to the halls of prestigious schools. I want everyone who has trampled on me to see with their own eyes——
How can the sharpest thorns grow out of the mud and pierce the sky?
