The grades in primary school are very good. Doing olympiad under the gene of the engineer's mother who can recite every subway line in Xi 'an is just like playing. You don't have to go to any cram school to get the top three in your class. Under the pressure of Wen Qing's father, he writes poems and drafts when he has nothing to do. Before going home to play games every day, he has to recite several Tang poems. Accompanied by grandma, a Russian amateur singer, and grandpa who went to the United States to exchange spacecraft technology in the 1960s, I will attend ballet training, piano training and some inexplicable little singer training classes three nights a week.
I didn't feel anything at that time, but I was willful. As long as I achieve my goal, no one will care about me. Sometimes when there is a performance, I say hello to the class teacher and leave. I haven't spent it at home because I'm going to see a TV dance performance during the Spring Festival. It's all a group of noisy children eating a chicken leg and two tea eggs in the background, and then the family will take it over and eat a small cake in the car to celebrate.
So at that time, although I didn't like to talk much, it is no exaggeration to say that few people in our grade didn't know me, and everyone's friendship for me was written on their faces.
Until I was admitted to junior high school with the top ten scores of the whole school, it was really impossible to say that the wind and water turned around. At that time, the school's educational system was straightforward. All the students' rankings are directly distributed in key classes according to the shape of the S snake, and even their student numbers are written directly according to the rankings, so my student number is 002 in the whole class, which looks awesome, but in fact, as a reference system for actual rankings, it is really an extremely embarrassing existence.
For example, my mother is disappointed and afraid to face the neighborhood. When I walk my dog, I still look awkward in the middle of the night. My father and I made a decision. I was so angry that he plunged the knife that was flattening the fruit deeply into the coffee table, which was one inch smaller, and then slapped it backhand. The old man who has always been kind at home can't help but sigh that I may not be admitted to a key high school, and so on.
As for one thing that happened at home in high school, I struggled silently and climbed all the way. After the college entrance examination, I hit countless people in the face, and returning to college forced some people. This is a new story, so I won't go into details.
However, I still appreciate that when others bullied me in junior high school, my writing style was comparable to that of Han Han, so handsome that I almost protected me in Bai Wan. "Look me in the eye and tell me," I just think you are very good "; There is another serious abnormality in high school, which can make everyone in the class cry, but never give up my head teacher. When I broke down, she said to me, "If you are all right, just treat me as your godmother. "Now she will praise me repeatedly with every student she teaches. There is also an English teacher who has never liked me, but is very enthusiastic. In order to live up to her love, I was shocked. Every day, besides my homework, I have to do two sets of English papers more than others.
If you have experienced the transformation from a bully to a scum in middle school, you will really see many indifferent people in this world very early, and still instinctively resist those who have always achieved excellent results because many of them lack empathy for the weak. What's more, I have developed a sense of insecurity, and it's hard to believe in people's negative personality. So far, I occasionally dream of similar scenes, and I will wake up in a cold sweat. The road to counterattack sounds very happy, but it is really hard to walk with humiliation and burden.