But the systematic punishment is ten times more terrible than these tasks. Read three years of diary in public? That would be worse than killing me. In it are the silly little essays I wrote, the bits and pieces I complained about my roommate's snoring, and the words of self-doubt and cowardice I wrote every time I was timid... If the whole school knew about it, my four years in college would be over.
No, you have to discuss it with someone.
I called Su Tang, my best friend and overtime monitor, the best social worker in the school. The phone rang three times and was answered: "Hello, Niannian? Where are you?"
"The back door of the cafeteria."
"Back door? Why did you run over there? I just saw you in the cafeteria. I wanted to go find you, but I saw you chatting with a handsome guy and didn't bother you. Hehe."
I closed my eyes and organized my speech for a long time: "Su Tang, let me tell you something. Don't think I'm crazy.
