On the first day I transferred to another school, I got into trouble with the school bully.
His name is Chi Ye, he is number one in his grade, the ace of the school basketball team, he has a good-looking face, he is both decadent and energetic.
The head teacher asked me to sit in front of him, and he kicked my chair directly:
"I have a good foothold in this position."
I threw my schoolbag on his desk with my backhand:
"It's mine now."
The whole class gasped.
Chiye opened his mouth and said calmly:
"Do you know what happened to the last person who did this?"
"Transferred schools?"
"No," he suddenly came closer and breathed in my ear:
"He became second in grade."
I slowly typed a question mark:
Is this person sick? ! ! !
**First person narrative
Concept: The sharpest edges are often reserved for those who want to be embraced the most