In the classroom.
"Why are you talking so much? Just hit her!" "Hit her!" "Chen Jiamo, you are still not a man, you are so annoying!"
The shouting and cursing around me was so loud that the only sound left in my ears was a buzzing sound. I looked up at Chen Jiamo, looking a little dazed. He was getting taller and taller. When I first met him six years ago, he was still thin and small, and he would blush whenever he spoke.
Chen Jiamo's face was gloomy, he stared at me with extremely disgusted eyes and shouted, "She even cried!"
I was a bit dumbfounded, "What does her crying have to do with me?"
He sneered and turned his back, then suddenly turned around and slapped me. "You went in together, why was she the only one crying? Why didn't you cry?"
It was the first time in my life that I was spanked. It hurt so much... It hurt so much that I could hardly hold back my tears.
"Why should I cry? Why should I cry when she cries? Why?"
The autobiography of a girl who has experienced school violence for three years. This is a story that I have personally experienced.
Concept: a youthful past, a dusty memory.