There is a person in my neighbor's house that I hate very much. He is what parents call "other people's children."
He has always been the object of fear in my heart. According to my parents, he is an all-around academic who studies papers day and night.
In fact, I refused to hear my parents say that about him. Having been a neighbor since I was a child, I know all about his bad qualities.
When I was still in kindergarten, he stole my candies and teased my pigtails in a very dishonorable way. Every time I accused him in front of my parents, he would brainwash my parents with an innocent and simple look. I was always the one who got scolded in the end.
How could this person be so worthless!
Growing up, I was always shrouded in the shadow of the Great Demon Lord Fushimi.
When I remember pushing me to grow up, there was a kid from someone else's family.