I'm just an ordinary high school student. If you have mediocre looks, you can be mediocre. Lively, cute and carefree.
A ray of light blinded my eyes, and at the same time split open the place where outside bacteria entered me. It hurt me, but I could only make a sound.
Why should she? There is beauty and talent. Such women are either pretending or pretending. I don't know who is showing that cold look every day. The teachers also liked her very much - what kind of vixen-loving drug did she give them?
But later I realized that she didn't even bother to talk to me. In other words, her world is high and big, too high for me to look up, too big for me to have a foothold.
Sometimes she is cold and sometimes gentle. She ignored me, but she could use thunderous means to suppress others, and she could suppress the teacher's anger to zero. She said every day that "the Holy Mother will be killed in troubled times" - I couldn't understand it.
This girl, I never saw through her and couldn't get close to her.
I'm just her pawn.
If the chessboard is scattered, the chess players do not need to care about the life and death of the chess pieces.
Purpose: Campus reflection, redemption