Yan Ningning, 18 years old, 163cm, 170 pounds.
My college entrance examination results were mediocre, and I was only admitted to a second-tier university majoring in art history. His family background is ordinary, his appearance is ordinary, and his figure is hard to describe.
She was used to being ignored. I'm used to the whispers from boys, I'm used to always standing in the last row for group photos, I'm used to the clerk saying "Sorry, I don't have your number" when trying on clothes.
But there was something she wasn't used to.
For example, I am not used to accepting my fate.
When everyone thought that was all for her, she gritted her teeth and went to the playground to run the first two kilometers. When everyone thought that the fat girl should just stay quiet, she insisted on practicing note by note on the French tapes she found at a used bookstall.
From accurately matching three meals in the cafeteria, to memorizing vocabulary in the corridor of the dormitory late at night; from using the scholarship to pass the French and Spanish certificates, to showing off one's talents in professional classes.
She used her sweat and knowledge to rewrite the script of life step by step.
This is just the story of an ordinary girl.
She has no golden fingers and no heavenly system.
She only has a heart that doesn't want to lose to herself again.
