The Shura Field for Passers-By

When Pei Qiuchi was five years old, he knew that there were differences between people in this world. His neighbors, his classmates, and his stepbrother are all what everyone calls geniuses. Not only are they smart, but they are also very good-looking. When they walk on the street, talent scouts will hand them business cards. Pei Qiuchi is just an ordinary child who has to learn to read over and over again. Maybe there are indeed protagonists and supporting roles in this world. The protagonists will have supreme wisdom, stunning beauty, matching status and reputation, and countless suitors flocking to them. They would stand high and pick and choose to see who was worthy of speaking to. Pei Qiuchi was just a passer-by who took water by the stadium, occupied a seat in the canteen, and followed people behind to chime in. Pei Qiuchi spent his eighteen years in an aristocratic academy uneventfully. On a warm spring day, he also ushered in the highlight moment that belongs to passers-by. ——Someone confessed to him and gave him a bouquet of flowers. Pei Qiuchi hung the flower on the tip of his nose, turned it slightly, smelled the smell, and smiled. That smile was very gentle. Gentleness is a very common word, but at this moment, that gentleness has given birth to the thorns and poison in other people's hearts. "Liar, you clearly said you liked me!" "I was waiting for you to grow up, but you didn't wait for me?" "You promised to hold my hand all the time, but now? You're going to hold someone else's hand, right?" … Pei Qiuchi looked at the protagonists looking crazy and at a loss. 2023.4.29 Motto: You are unique