I worked 300 all-nighters to pass the public examination, but my father crumpled it into scraps and gave it to his dead brother.He said that a person must be sensible and repay kindness. It wasn't until the principal cornered me in the office on the first day that I realized: Being sensible is never a virtue, it is a knife handed to the wicked.Dedicated to all those who have been kidnapped by "Sensible".
Purpose: First time entering society, acquaintances crossing boundaries, establishing boundaries as a model passed down from generation to generation