This is the new semester, and I went to the bulletin board in front of the office building to look at the class schedule.
The crowd has dispersed, leaving only a few latecomers.
I already knew that my name was searched from the bottom, and I also knew that the seat number assigned to me was the last one.
Don't like reading. I was given this code name when I was in elementary school, and it remains until now.
However, I don't want to change and I don't want to.
I have a sister who is my fraternal twin.
It's not difficult to find her name, just start at the beginning of the class, and her seat number won't fall outside number ten.
She has been loved since she was a child, and her achievements, sports, and talents can be admired and praised.
I don't love her because she and I are very different from each other as compared to me by relatives, because she makes me feel that I will never be sensible.
Class A No. 1, Dai Qina.
Class F, No. 50, Dai Qier.
I smiled slightly, took out the utility knife from my chest, and cut open the first name on the class schedule.
Still, it's just a piece of paper.
Just a piece of paper.