On the first day of school, I mistakenly mistook Bingshan, the most irritable student in the school, for a poor student.
I couldn't bear to see him chewing bread every day, so I started a "poverty alleviation" program of feeding him every day.
Small cakes, sweet and sour pork ribs, love bento... I raised him to a rosy complexion, and the eyes he looked at me became more and more strange.
Until one day, a row of high-end luxury cars parked at the school gate. The school bully got out of the front car, cornered me in a corner, and said in a low voice: "My little benefactor, you have fed me for so long, now... It's my turn to support you."
