"If you want to participate in that so-called competition, get out of here. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, whether you win or lose, don't come back again!"
"Han Yukun! Do you know how many times you have been absent from school? Do you think I can still tolerate you? This time, no one can stop me, get out of here! Get ready to apply for withdrawal, get out! Don't let me see your face, it's so ugly that it makes me want to vomit!"
"That's that ugly guy who majored in tourism and is addicted to the Internet?" "Ugly, it's too harsh..." "What are you afraid of? This nickname was passed down by his counselor, and with that dignified appearance, did I say it wrong? Or do you think he suits your taste?" "Go away, are you kidding? Seeing his face will make you lose your appetite." "You think I'm bitter? Haha, you're not bad either."
The harsh and ugly reality has no brightness or warmth. It was like using rough nails to pick away the scabbed wound on his back bit by bit. The blood was soaked in his clothes and clung to his spine in a sticky consistency. I want to strip it off, but I feel as embarrassed as being naked.
"So, let's play games together! From today on, you are my little brother. Sister, I will protect you."
"Are you stupid? Friends are friends. In the game, of course we should be friends in reality."
"Yukun, do you want to go to the game with me?"
"Yukun, we are in the same boat. Apart from games, there is nothing."
"Yukun, if we leave the game, can we... Go back?"