In the decades after high school, I never heard of any place being used as a trial venue, which made me gradually forget what it felt like to sit in the gallery and secretly be an accomplice of the judge. So I started to live lightly. As for the original intention of writing this article, it is just a self-report of memories and not for other reasons. You can think of this as a novel, not a real event. After all, for viewers, just by closing their eyes, they can testify that nothing happened and nothing happened. Isn't it?
Purpose: Resist bullying and indifference in all aspects of society