What are you doing?

And We made a wish to heaven: “I want to be a female, and to be an ideal girl for the one who is the one who is the one who is the bully of me.”

Let him fall in love with me, mad for me, mad for me.

So I can easily ruin his bright and bright life.

One.

When I was a kid, I loved Doraemon, and I was impressed with one.

Da Hung got beat up by the fat tiger, he went to doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!

Not only did the fat tiger no longer bully Noboru that day, but he was also forced to take revenge willingly until he finally confessed that he had accidentally fallen off his hair.

When I was a kid, I only thought it was funny. I thought the fat tiger was stupid. I liked the girl.

But when I grow up, I just envy it.

Being a boy, I was born with a small bones, a weak personality, and I was bullied with nothing to do with it — just like Noboru.

Except I didn’t save my Doraemon dream once and for all.

I was isolated, bullied and beaten, and I only broke my teeth and swallowed them.

Until yesterday, when I finally couldn’t hold on to the roof in despair, I suddenly received a text message that would fulfil any of my wishes.

So I wished that I would become a girl, an ideal girl who could not resist the bullying, so that he would like me, fall in love with me, and leave me alone.

I will drive him crazy, make him enchanted, and finally, make him despair.

More desperate than I am now.

I was shaking to send a wish text.

Then my wish came true.

Two.

“Student Gu Xin left school for a year for a number of reasons, and now he’s in our class. I’m sorry.

The counselor who used to smile at me with only one dead face turned into an ass, and he even comforted me:

“Don’t be nervous. Our class is very friendly. I’m sorry.

That’s the exclusive welfare of pretty girls.

Last night I confirmed in front of the mirror that it was the face of a man named the Elder Killer.

I laughed in my heart, and I didn’t think that man’s ideal was such a good girl.

And I thought about my “new man.”

I was working on the blackboard to write the word “Gou Xin” and I heard a lot of whispering from the podium:

“What a coincidence! It’s the same as the voice! I’m sorry.

“And didn’t our class have two Guoxin?” What’s the difference? I’m sorry.

“Ooh, little Simba is a name like this one?” Why don’t we just call Goosen and the dog? I’m sorry.

“Hey, didn’t Little Simba come to the meeting?” Why didn’t I see him? I’m sorry.

“My face is in the urinal, and if I were him, I wouldn’t have a face. I’m sorry.

“Shh, keep your voice down. Don’t you see how scary the eyes are? I’m sorry.

One word, I can hear it. I’m not going to be thrown back into the black chute until I finish writing the last painting.

I turned around and showed my one-night laugh to all my familiar classmates.

He who is good and quiet and falls with a little smile.

In fact, the man’s eyes were brightened, as if he were a hungry wolf hunting on winter nights, calling me a little instinctively cold, and a little twirling.

“Hello, my name is Gu Xin, native of KIM Maung, and I love reading and watching movies, and my favorite movie is Star Trek…”

It’s just that the guy can’t even sit on the floor, and the young man’s body is full of hormones.

Ironically, for two years he had been a dog, and no one knew better than I, including his favorite movie, Star Trek, and all the artistic disguises used to cover his demonic nature.

I was asked to sit down by the coach known as Hawk-Nose, and the man had long legs, kicked the neighbor out of his seat, and the man who was kicked was silent and put his head in a laughter to find another seat.

“Happiness!” It’s a class meeting! It’s been a long time.

And I looked at the guy who was kicked, and I thought my heart was numb.

He was like me once, alive me, being called to drink and trampling on me as a dog.

And I look at him again, and he is cruel and cruel in his two directions, but at this very moment I see the dark eyes of great interest.

And when the eyes turned against them, the nerve of vengeance began to tremble, and We cast out a radon of the young.

This dog tame game, it’s finally reversed.

3

After class, most of my classmates left and I was surrounded.

Turns out when a girl wants to make peace with you, it feels like she’s falling into a candy house and breathing is sweet.

“Shin, do you mind if I call you Sin? My name is Tan Jia-hoon. My friends call me Sister-in-law. I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon, who is the elder sister in Hong Kong film, who is the top of the food chain for girls in school, is also the number-one pursuer of the “Gap”.

“Why did you quit school? What’s wrong with you or what happened? I’m sorry.

You can’t wait to find out what happened to me.

“Well, it’s not that sick, it’s that my dad died and my mom got married and I got a little emotional.” I’m sorry.

According to the rumor, Tan Jia-hoon said, “Oh” and exchanged his eyes with a couple of little sisters: “So you’re having a depression suspension because your mother was married?” I’m sorry.

In many cases, bullying is actually a struggle between personal qualities and family.

Tan Jia-hoon sits on my desk, pulls up his legs and tries my bottom line: “Your stepfather would mind having a bottle like yours, or else you wouldn’t be emotional, right? I’m sorry.

My mouth is smug, and when the eyelashes are shaking, it’s more fragile.

Only men know best what men like.

“Hello. I’m sorry.

For example, the hero saves beauty.

I heard a lazy man coming from the end of the classroom:

“Are you busy with Tan Jia-hoon?”

Even if I had been prepared, I’d be in a truffle, but I wasn’t pretending.

That sound, that tone, I’m familiar with it.

“Hey, Simba, are you busy?”

“If you’re so busy, go to the supermarket and buy me 10 bottles of Coke. # I don’t know #

I don’t know.

“It’s true, but you’re late for the professor’s scolding. # I don’t know #

“Why? Do people explain to dogs why they eat dog food?”

“I can’t drink anymore? Van…

“Put him down.”

My hands under my desk were strangling my legs to stop the fear of body instincts.

This lazy tone has become almost my nightmare and has awakened me countless times from nightmares, sitting on a dormitory bed unable to cry out loud.

He neither shouted nor was he mean, nor even uttered a foul word, yet he made people afraid to enter their bones.

Because you’ll never know what he’ll come up with next.

I didn’t think he’d come back, and Tan Jia-hoon looked ugly and laughed: “What are you talking about? I’m not busy!” I’m sorry.

She didn’t want to put down her legs and laugh at me: “Shin, I’m joking with you. You didn’t know that we had a Gussin in our class, and he had the same name as you, but he was a boy. His father was a gambler. His father killed his mother. Every semester of the poverty allowance he was asking for, which is the reverse. I’m sorry.

My thigh was strangled, my lips were down and my body was no longer able to contain the chatter.

Again, this kind of scar-telling joke is based on the pain of others.

The only way to listen is to the “wow-a-hoo” series, and the hyped-up on Tan Jia-hoon’s table is to put everything on the floor: “Do I know you well?” You can call “Acquainted”? Tan Jia-hoon, since you’re too busy to bully the new student, why don’t you pack your bags? I’m sorry.

Quiet as a quail, even if anyone is angry.

“I didn’t bully her! “It’s like a slap in the face, and Tan Jia-hoon’s face is mixed.

She knows that Hectic is not a gentleman and beats people without looking at sex.

And just as I got close to him, I got up and threw a “sorry I went to the toilet” and ran out of the classroom.

“Big Brother Qi… fuck!”

As soon as I stepped out of the front door, I hit a man in my arms.

I fell and sat on the floor, and the man shook his mouth and said, “Who the fuck has no eyes?” Don’t just donate your eyes…”

I turned my head, and there were tears in my eyes, and my braids were blown away, and my hair was softly covered.

“Donate… fuck me. I’m sorry.

I saw it in his eyes.

“Yeah. “How can you walk without seeing the way?” I’m sorry.

And he looked at me and looked at me, and he looked at me, and he said, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.

“…”

I sat on the floor with a tumble and then a tumbled slush.

Once again, the sun is dark.

Who can think, who can think!

I almost laughed inside.

Herbuki is the same as his little dream!

In that case…

“Can you give me a hand?”

And We stretched out our hand to the sun, and the young man who shaved his head and was darkened, pulled me up, foolishly.

“Thank you. “I’m just staring at the sky, “I’m sorry I just hit you. I’m sorry.

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s okay! “Thou shalt scratch his head, and a pair of white eyes look so mean, and he hides, “Hey, your braids fall! I’m sorry.

He said, “A hundred thousand thousand-foot tigers marched over, bowed down and helped me to pick up the braid, and when I came back, reached out to me, “that…”

I’m unconscious.

Close your eyes and wait for the slap to fall.

One hundred and fifty-four slaps, I remember clearly.

Just because he was in a bad mood that day, he let me slap him.

One hundred and fifty-four slaps me in the face of a gold star, a squeaky sound, a rusty throat, so much pain, so much humiliation.

“Well, that, there you go. Your hair’s broken. I’m sorry.

Open your eyes again, the envisaged slap didn’t fall, and there was some red on his face, and he spread out his hand, with the pink braid in his arms.

“Thank you. * My hands and feet are cold, and I’m making a smile. * It’s like I’m only gonna have a million suns in my empty pupils.*

“I remember you had class this afternoon. “It’s not good to miss school at random.” I’m sorry.

It’s like a joke to say that Mangyang is the number one chorus of the jump.

But the million-year-olds are simple-minded idiots who rub his ass: “What are you kicking me for? I’ve heard that you have a student in your class who’s back in school. I’m sorry.

“Hey, Tigger. ‘Is it her?’ It’s beautiful. It’s my type! I’m sorry.

“She’s name is Gussin, little Sinbasin.” I’m sorry.

I hear that a hundred suns burst out of today’s third sound, “Fuck.”

“Same name? Little Simba?

“Simba didn’t come back to the dormitory last night. I’m sorry.

And greeting shrugs his shoulders, and his eyes are indifferent: “Die, whatever.” I’m sorry.

I’m tweaking my hair and tweaking my fingers.

“I’m sorry, I just got a little emotional, your kind of suspicion, but I can now officially answer you: My stepfather wouldn’t mind having me as a towed bottle. I’m sorry.

I smiled:

“After all, as mayor, his heart is not as popular as his. I’m sorry.

I smiled more and more when I looked at Tan Jia-hoon, who looked as if he was dead, and looked at the other classmates who looked at me.

I said, there are times when school bullying is a race.

4

In retrospect, it’s all like fairy tales.

Last night, after I sent a message of wish, I received a delivery.

When it was opened, it was a card with the words “Your wish has been fulfilled” in gold, and there was a mobile phone, a watch and other women’s items.

The cell phone was constantly shaking when it opened, and a text message came out, indicating that I was wearing a watch, covering my mouth, and then walking to a mirror.

I hesitated to do it, and there was a strange electric flu in my watch, and when I walked into the public toilet, I understood why the message was supposed to cover my mouth.

Because I really became a girl.

A pretty, biological girl.

In that moment, I was shocked by the fact that I regretted not having made a direct wish for all the bullies to die.

But when I put down my mouth and saw a nice pear vortex, it disappeared.

Death is simply an escape, a evading of responsibility and punishment, and the death of the sinner is not revenge.

The cell phone is shaking again and telling me that the information has been forged so I can go to school tomorrow as a “student” who resumes school after a year.

I tried to talk to the guy at the end of the text message, but the other guy looked at himself like AI, including my new identity: the mayor’s stepdaughter.

I just have to be able to say this to the outside world that no one can find anything suspicious unless the mayor himself is personally questioned.

In other words, it is my duty to lie to the truth and to tell a lie that someone has helped me in secret.

I don’t care about moral criticism, much less about the rationale behind it, and all I care about is one thing: the price I pay.

The text message says that the wish is not free, and the price I’m paying is…

“Honey! I’m sorry.

At this point, a passionate man broke my mind.

The eyes of the entire classroom have been drawn by the call of “social terrorists” who aim to jump up and down the door like golden hairs, and even the professors from the podium show the “youth can play.”

I was sipping down the books, walking out of the classroom, handing over to a million-year-old chestnut.

I can’t reach my height, I can’t reach a hundred suns, I can’t reach a hundred suns, I can’t get my head down, and then I hold my hand and I touch it. I’ll blow you, ho–“

I tried to pull back my hand, but I failed, “I haven’t agreed to go out with you.” I’m sorry.

“Hey, hey, I’m gonna get over it. “You’ll be my wife sooner or later and we’ll get married when we graduate.” I’m sorry.

Half a month has passed since the arrival of the thousand suns and my confession, and I’ve spent the first half of a month in love with a good and ceremonial actress.

And the thousands of yangs have their watch, and when they fall in love, they’re stupid enough to follow me all day long after “bones.”

I say I hate the smell of smoke, I say I don’t like it, I say I don’t like it, I don’t say it anymore, I say I hate bad students, and I say it every day.

Teenage love is always so warm and selfless that in exchange for being a real girl, a person who would like to turn back for his prodigal son would be very touched.

But when I look at the sun and look at his hand, I think he dragged my hair with these big hands, dragged me from my dorm bed to the balcony and put me in a mop-washing sink.

Looking at his feet, I think he kicked me in the stomach with these two feet in Martin’s boots, and kicked me in the corner, begging for forgiveness.

When I look at his mouth, I think of the many times he used it to insult me, humiliate me, and yell at my muscles for spasms.

And I looked at the sun as if it were the body of a murder weapon, and every murder weapon hurt me.

So no touching, only fear.

Besides, the sword is meant for Pei Gung.

“I’m going to class. You go back. I’m sorry.

I laughed and knocked him again, and turned around and held me from behind, with my chin on top of my head. I’m sorry.

I’d like to hold my wife like this all my life.

My lips don’t speak, and the thousand suns don’t look up: “Was your wife cold again?” Why are you shaking so hard?

Following my eyes, the millenium of the sun sees the leap at the end of the corridor.

In the face of smallness, he was a bit embarrassed by the fact that he fell in love with me and took off his coat and said, “Your competition is over.” What do you say? I’m sorry.

The little “um,” the dark eye locks on me, the look that reminds me of the first time I fought against him.

I threw a book, I didn’t even touch the tip of a greeting boot, but that day I ended my part-time job at the café and was blocked by a gang on the way back to school.

My bag was robbed, forced to bow, and those who slammed me with my books, scolded me, laughed at me, and snorted with impunity.

And he’s standing at the outer edge, and he’s got two hands in his arms, like a puppet teacher who manipulates a bunch of puppets, with no pride in his eyes and without showing off, as if all of this were right.

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

“I’m leaving, I’ll pick you up later. I’m leaving!” I’m sorry.

It wasn’t until a million suns ran across the corner that Hecheng spoke: “You’re cold. I’m sorry.

If he does not answer his questions first, he will not give you an opportunity to answer.

I had to shake my head in a determined manner, and I was slow to go down.

He reached out with his hand to drag me from my coat, and he threw him at me, “His dirtyness.” I’m sorry.

Come on, let’s get you to class.

And the garments in my arms smelted with a palanquin, and I dazzled in my place, and twirled my lips and laughed, and kicked thousands of yang clothes into the corner, and then entered the classroom.

After all these years of dancing the sword, he can’t sit down.

After class, thousands of suns and farts came and saw him in the clothes he had thrown on the floor, standing outside the classroom with a bit of awe.

And I walked out of the classroom in due course and showed my other coat.

“What’s going on?” Whose clothes are you wearing? I’m sorry.

I look uneasy, I bite my lips and pretend I don’t know how to answer.

“It’s mine. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

After two seconds, the sun went out, and a little anger came out, and the cosmopolitan snuggled around: “You really don’t have to throw my uniform away to take care of your brother and sister! I’m sorry.

“What sister? “She hasn’t promised you, has she? I’m sorry.

“Damn, you know that. “I’m telling you, I’m serious this time, and I’ll marry Sin Sin after graduation.” I’m sorry.

“You went to play again. “Sweet, smelly, sweaty.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been scolded in front of my face. Are you in a bad mood today? Counting that little Simba is missing for almost a month. I’m sorry.

The last sentence was from the hundreds of suns coming close to him, and he kept his voice down and didn’t want me to hear it.

But by looking at their faces, no one knows better than I do what happens next.

He was still staring at me, and suddenly he smiled, “Okay. I’m sorry.

The look of the ejection is so deceptive that if it were a real girl, she would be fascinated, but in my opinion, there was only a moment of timid tummy.

The devil is as beautiful as it is.

That night, I deliberately bypassed an alley by the school, pretending to be attracted to the sound of it, and then saw a tragedy unexpectedly.

I saw a boy kneeling at the end of the alley, his glasses were broken, his clothes were covered with footprints, and a dozen boys threw around. He’s laughing like he’s playing some funny game.

Stop! I’m sorry.

I can’t help but shout it out, and it’s almost broken.

I look at this scene as if I was in a third perspective looking at myself, once desperate and helpless, in reverse blood.

“Old wife? I’m sorry.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing? “Why are you doing this to him, and why are so many bullying him?” I’m sorry.

Why are you doing this to me? Why are so many people bullying me?

The boys are all face-to-face, and the sun is so eager to stutter: “Old wife, you’ve misunderstood!” We didn’t bully him! We, we’re playing with him! I’m sorry.

“It’s not like I’m going to have to go to school.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, sister-in-law! We’re all friends. We’re having fun with him! I’m sorry.

One of them pulled up the boy on the ground: “We’re playing with you, aren’t we? I’m sorry.

The glasses are being pulled and completely destroyed, and the sound of a pair of bright twilight is as small as a mosquito: yes, yes…

“Look, my wife, he admits he’s the wife.” Why are you crying?”

Play?

Hurt someone’s body, destroy someone’s heart, trample others’ dignity into the mud — that’s a joke?

I couldn’t stop crying, I couldn’t stop staring at the sun: “Are you a fool?” I’m sorry.

“Honey…” was completely terrified, and I broke it with a bag, and I cried, “Don’t come! I’m sorry.

It’s like losing something important.

And just as it stood, there was a familiar voice in the alley.

Man, that’s not gonna work. I’m sorry.

I went back in a stiff, and I saw a nice, clean school uniform jump on the moonlight, and he smiled at me:

“It’s not a gentleman to make a girl cry. I’m sorry.

5

A farce came to an end with a greeting, and I rejected the offer to accompany him and took Chang to the hospital alone.

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhu Liang was a target of bullying like me, and since I fought against it once, he has focused on me, and his life has been better.

I helped him with a double-lighted sign, pouring out water for his medicine, while Zhang was panicking from the beginning, and then relaxed and became sleepy and thanked me.

I took my coat off him as a blanket, and I felt so bitter and proud that I could finally save the others like a dream.

But it seems like I’ve heard a little bit of a twinkle in my sleep. I’m sorry.

I got scared and looked at the watch on my wrist the first time, and I never took it off even when I was in the shower.

And looked down at my breast, which was slightly raised, and I was at peace in my heart, and I swallowed my mouth, and tumbled in my heart with a promise that could not be said.

Do you recognize me?

We pushed him gently, “Hey, are you awake? What did you just call me?”

“Simba Jr. if little Simba is still there…”

His eyes were so red and he couldn’t open, but I saw through the stitches of his eyes the gruesome bitterness of his eyes:

“If little Simba was still here, it wouldn’t have been me! I’m sorry.

I’m totally stuck.

And We sat on a bed white, but it was as if We were in a desolate snow.

Heart, a little cold.

The next day, he stopped me in the classroom and asked me if I wanted to tell the counselor about last night.

What kind of thief is that?

I looked at his eyes as black as stone, and I couldn’t see a single leap.

If I had been an inmate of no knowledge, I would have been blinded by the illusion of the heat of the cold, that the thousand suns were the evil bully, and that he was the master of the plot.

He’s got a good idea.

But I’m nodding and I’m going to come to the office with Herb.

In the counselor ‘ s office, the eagle nose comes to work, and it’s pouring water and tea, and there’s a student disturbance, and the hawk nostrils first show up, and then they laugh at me and the jumping face.

I seriously told you the whole of last night, and even directly reported that the bully was a “XX Specialized Mansion.”

In the afterlight, I saw the ejection measuring me, and my eyes were blurry.

The vertebrae was so tight that I stopped the rest of the charges and my hands were sweating.

In the end, the hawk’s nose throws a sip of tea.

“Why does he bully Zhang Liang and not others?” A slap doesn’t ring. I’m sorry.

Once again, I am not surprised to hear that the victim is guilty.

Yes, a slap doesn’t ring. How can a school bulldoze sound without the consent of the teacher and the parents?

It’s just, when I thought of last night’s “If little Simba was still alive, it wasn’t me,” I suddenly felt like there was nothing wrong with the eagle’s nose.

After Hebuki had stressed the seriousness of the matter, the Hawks had reluctantly promised to talk to their class counsellors, and out of the office, I suddenly stopped:

“Happiness. I’m sorry.

“Happily jumps in his arms and hums, and stops on his side.” I’m sorry.

I was tremors or biting my teeth: “Why do you think he did this?” It’s the bullying of students. I’m sorry.

“Does it seem unreasonable to you? “But in the eyes of people like the 100-year-olds, it is necessary.” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand.

“Egyptian Pyramid, famous, right? And in order to create a pyramid at the top of the pyramid, it is necessary to create the base of a supplier, like a double-lighted man — they are the bottom. I’m sorry.

“In other words, the actions of Man are in his own interest, and in order to establish his position, a person must step on the bottom seat if he is to stand at the top. I’m sorry.

This speech, I can’t hear you.

And suddenly, the leap came near, and the warm nose splattered in my earlids, and called me another bulge.

“You’re shaking. I’m sorry.

And I know that he’s been playing the piano since he was a kid.

“Not because it’s cold. I’m sorry.

The poaching finger around my ear’s hair, and the micro-grassing gives me a little sting, “You seem scared of me? I’m sorry.

I can’t stop my teeth when I hear this familiar “Gussin” and countless nightmares come up and bite.

Give me a break from my ears and take a leap back, and step back: “If you’re not afraid, start calling me “Acquaint.” I’m sorry.

“A-A-Bon.” I breathed so badly.

“Hmm. “I’m here. I’m sorry.

When I called the bell in the last section, I threw up in the toilet.

I threw up in a coma, and at the end I could only dry my stomach.

And when I walked out of the toilet with a white face and ran into a big jump standing outside, my heart almost stopped.

Seeing me out, he gave me a bag of paper towels and a bottle of broken mineral water. I’m sorry.

“Thank you…” and “thank you” were so tight that I couldn’t break my tongue. I’m sorry.

It’s a good smile.

It’s like a demon crawling out of hell.

With the “prosecution” of two big-time kids, me and Herbing, the hawk’s nose has found the mentor of the thousand hundred suns, the thousand suns have been punished, and the cold war has begun between me and the thousand.

Or I am one-sided, cold violence.

Because I don’t live in school, I’m going to take a walk in a rented house, and I’m going to go to school every day, and I’ve been asked to sit in my classroom.

He cried out to me, and vowed that he would repent, and even kneeled down, begging for my forgiveness, and I only ignored or looked away.

And then they cried.

The big boy, over a meter, was a hill, punched me in the face, kicked me in the blood, kneeled on my way to class and begged me to give him another chance.

It’s something I’ve never thought about before.

Love is a terrible thing.

I don’t think it’s easy to look at a hundred suns in public.

What is this pain and shame? It’s more painful than they brought me, but it’s just appetizers.

So I slapping myself in my cold eyes in the hundreds, and I cried out to the 152nd.

The eyes of a hundred suns full of blood will light up.

“Ying, get up first. I’m sorry.

I reached out with pity, and immediately he put his cheeks on him like a dog stinging towards his master, so he rubbed my hand.

“I forgive you. Don’t hurt yourself so much. “I can’t help but groan, but the rest of the light is filled with the backs of a leap, and I say, “I will be heartbroken. I’m sorry.

“Honey! “I love you! I love you so much! I’m sorry.

I smote the back of thousands of suns like a child, and I kept my eyes closed and a tear fell out of my eyelids until the shadow of the euphoria disappeared.

After the day’s professional classes, I was greeted with “Gou Xin.” I’m sorry.

The classroom was empty at the time, and I slowly swallowed up the books and looked back with an innocent face.

“You’re back with Man. “He doesn’t even want to ask questions.

And I made a shame to say, “Certainly.”

“That’s how you like him? “Happiness to the eyebrow, he walks to my table and he loaths to his desk.

I didn’t have to pretend that my cheeks were so hot that they were lying: “I think I liked it. I accidentally hit him when I first met him, but he didn’t blame me, but he pulled me up to pick up my braids, and I felt like he was a gentle man. I’m sorry.

“That’s why?” he says, “That’s too good for you.” I’m sorry.

I hold the bag in my arms for a long time, and the voice of a woman is a sign of the young girl’s courage finally to open her heart:

“I’ve been bullied at school since I was a kid. I’m sorry.

It seems to be an accident.

“The people in the classroom isolated me, threw garbage in my pocket, threw ink on my homework, and they lied to me, took me to the park and beat me. I cried out, but no one helped me. I’m sorry.

“The day after the High Examination, the man who led the bullies confessed to me, saying that he thought I was pretty and that he had always liked me, because he didn’t know how to express it, so I tried to get my attention. I can’t believe that’s what people say. I’m sorry.

And We cried and laughed: “So I have never known this life, even if it was a lie to me. I’m sorry.

Scrambling the thin lips in the eyes of a dark storm.

As for Yang, I thought I might get married later, but I’ll definitely be a Dink. I’m sorry.

Why?

And I looked at him, and I cried to him: “Because I was afraid, I feared that my children would be bullied like me when I went to school, and I feared that I would not be able to protect my children every hour, and I was more afraid that I would not be able to protect my children like I was unable to protect myself. I’m sorry.

“And what I fear most is that when I grow up, when I have children, when my children go to school, to hospitals, to all kinds of formalities, I find that all the students sitting in schools, hospitals and administrative halls are bullying me! I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna throw up and I’m afraid I can’t breathe when I think of those people and the beauty and even my best for the sake of my children.”

At the end of the day, I was in a state of mood, crying silently, and a big tear fell.

And he could not help but stretch out his hand and hold me in his arms with water, and his eyes full of pain and anger: “Don’t be afraid, they won’t hurt you again, and I will protect you, and don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

Don’t be afraid?

Jokes.

It’s you I’m afraid of.

“I don’t understand. Why would they bully me? Why won’t you let me go?”

And We made a big leap in the arms, and complained, “Why, I did not do anything, I was just a child, and I never hurt anyone? Why?”

“That’s not your fault. I’m sorry.

I pushed him away, and he was blinded: “Do you think I would say this? You’re right, but if you keep the status quo, you’ll still be bullied if you keep this mindset as long as I don’t hurt anyone else. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t hear, I even forgot to act.

“If they do not expand their strength or expand outwards, they will be trampled down and reduced to the bottom of the pyramid, exploited, trampled upon, used as a springboard for their advancement and misbehaved. I’m sorry.

“The world is cruel, and competition and pressure are everywhere. Open your eyes and understand the reality. I’m sorry.

“Then make a change.” I’m sorry.

“Change…” “How can I change?” I’m sorry.

“To be with a fool only gets stupid. You have a better choice. “I’m not sure if I’m smart or stupid, but perhaps you don’t know that another of our class’s concerns, he’s been the target of the old Man’s bullying, and shortly after that, he disappeared and disappeared.”

“No dead body.” I’m sorry.

I’m all sweaty at this moment.

And that’s when the front door of the classroom was “Boom!” *Scrambled, a thousand thousand suns in a coyote *

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

From a hundred-year-old perspective, it was like I was in the classroom and I was jumping to an end with a kiss.

I had just opened my mouth, and he gave me a natural hug, and he laughed, and I could feel the vibration of his throat: “I thought skinny monkeys could stop you.” I’m sorry.

“What the fuck do you mean, “Hero”? “The clothes of the thousand suns are wrinkled, and it’s only because they want to come that way.

“It means you’re too stupid to even want my stuff. “Now that you’re in a formal relationship, let’s break up.” I’m sorry.

“Fuck! “The sun is red and the muscles are full of blood.” What the hell did you do to Cyncine? I’m sorry.

‘Will you not be my dog?’ I’ve been following you all day and I’ve told you I’m afraid to go west. Don’t be such a pussy, like you, with nothing but fists? I’m sorry.

It says, “Happiness is a thousand yangs and a “scrambling” of a dog. “Come here, good boy. Come here to meet your new sister-in-law, Gu Xin. I’m sorry.

And when he screamed, and was completely angry, he put his right hand in his pocket, and touched a folding military knife, and came at him, “Geek me to kill you!” I’m sorry.

Zip–

I watched with my own eyes the folding knife in the hands of the million-year-olds thrust into the belly of the crotch, and I watched the poaching go down softly.

Boom!

And then he fell in front of my seat, with soft hair on my heels.

The red drop of blood splattered on his face, and he stayed, and reason fell from the extreme rage.

The blades are still dripping blood, and the thousands of suns are looking at the leaps of the small abdomen on the ground, at the folding blades in their strange hands, at the end looking to me and seeing the horrors on my face.

“No, no, no…”

“Why didn’t he run away?” Why didn’t he hide? It’s not like this. It shouldn’t be like this! I’m sorry.

And I sat in the same place with my bag, and the tattoos were like a goddess on the altar who was fighting for her.

And I looked down and I looked at his lips and he smiled.

I slowly closed my eyes and my last tear fell from the corner.

This is crazy.

Six.

Article 234 of the Criminal Law of the People ‘ s Republic of China provides that:

Any person who intentionally harms a person ‘ s body shall be punished by imprisonment, detention or control for a term not exceeding three years. Anyone who commits the above-mentioned offence and causes serious injury to a person shall be punished by imprisonment for three to ten years; if he causes death or serious bodily injury to a person by particularly cruel means, he shall be punished by imprisonment for more than ten years, life imprisonment or death.

The thousands of yangs deliberately stabbed their classmates, but were not fatal because of the bluntness of the knife, which amounted to intentional injury and were removed from prison.

“Aah…”

The one-size-made jumper sat on a white bed and opened his mouth to me.

I looked back, and I put an apple in it and I fed her.

When he jumps to eat, his eyes bend a little, like a cat.

I was staring at the jump.

“What do you think? “Growl down apples, the voice of the juice is not so dumb.

I was conscious and said, “Thousands of the sun.” I’m sorry.

The room was dead.

That’s when I realized I was wrong. “That day, you did it on purpose, didn’t you? And the folding knife, you’re the one ahead of you. I’m sorry.

“Ah, open your mouth.” He took my fork and put an apple in my mouth.

“It’s sweet, right? “Happily leaps at me, even though his right hand was born out of this move.

Blood! Jump! Your back is bleeding! I’m sorry.

I was too busy to ring the bell at the head of the bed, chewing a few apples and stinging my throat, and it was cold in my heart.

I’d rather hurt myself by a thousand than 800, or put myself in jail…

This madman, Hectic, is so scared to others and to himself.

The matter of the 100-year-olds was crushed by the school, and unexpectedly no one knew about it, also because his image of the “problem boy” was too deep in the past, and there was no doubt from the counselor to the student that there would be a conspiracy behind it.

The point of popular debate is why the recognized “Ho’s housekeeper dog” suddenly went and attacked the leap.

And the doubt of mankind will soon be lifted.

Because of me.

Rumours of my triangulation spread rapidly across the campus, and some girls called me a watery ass and some boys blamed me for it.

I just thought it was funny.

I’m a straight man after this red skin.

Besides, I did nothing but laugh sweetly, and cast it in a better way, because he had taken advantage of himself, and he had killed himself, and I had seduced and made a demon.

Why did we end up blaming all of our sins on a woman who doesn’t exist, even though it is the desire and ambition of our men?

I can’t figure out how to re-heavy one of the more threatening letters in the bag and put it in a small iron box.

The first thing I did when he got out of the hospital was to hand over the full box of iron to Hitch.

He takes the iron box and laughs so much.

Soon after, the school kept a number of people informed about the punishment, the examinations were cheated, the fights were fought and even the parents were withdrawn from school, and the whole school was completely refreshed.

“Happy? I’m sorry.

And We took the iron box, and We looked at it, and said, “That is their own suffering. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “You’re right. I’m sorry.

After all this, my sister-in-law’s position is completely secure.

No one in the circle ever talks about me again, at least not on the surface.

I was protected, as he said, and I stood at the top of the pyramid with him, and the scenery I saw was completely different from when I was at the bottom.

For the first time, I knew that school was such a relief.

From people who talk to each other at any time to smiles everywhere, to people who take the initiative to pay for their legs, who have access to a variety of examination resources, and even “help” with great innovations and dissertations.

It’s probably just a little bit of a joke in the eyes of people who enter society, but as people who are in this situation 24 hours a day, it’s a big deal, and a little bit of differentiation is magnified.

How else would so many isolated children be able to slit their wrists, jump off the stairs and swallow medicine, rather than spend their precious lives in that suffocating environment?

Is it really just the kids?

People are the most vulnerable to environmental impacts.

I’ve never been in a position where I’ve never been, but I’ve been focused on preparing for my exams, eating and drinking, having someone to win at the end, and being tired of “friends” hanging out with me, and nothing would bother me.

That’s when there’s the uninterested who’s going to break all that.

“She’s a liar! She’s not even the mayor’s stepdaughter! I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon raised his hand and turned his picture to everyone with excitement:

“She sneaks off to work in a bus every day and goes back to this old rental neighborhood at night. – How can the mayor’s daughter rent a house like this? She’s a fake! It’s a vanity gilder! I’m sorry.

People in circles stretch out their necks and look at that little screen and look at me in the alley.

Tan Jia-hoon also magnified the photo so that everyone could see my face.

“You followed me?” I’m sorry.

So what? If you can do it right, why are you afraid of being followed? I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon was surrounded in the center by a crowd of condescending victors: “I thought you had a problem. Why didn’t the mayor’s daughter travel without a car? How come you don’t even have a good name bag? That’s why I told my cousin to go to jail. I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon sent his cell phone to my face: “You green tea lady!” How dare you brag that you’re the mayor’s daughter! What a shame!

I bite my lips.

It is also one of the ills of the message that, while wishing can turn me into a girl, or on electronic information, my destiny from birth cannot be changed, and no one can help me.

No matter how I look, I’m also the son of that gambler, even if I go to college and move out of my house, and I’m scared to wait for the gamblers to come and ask for money — that’s what I was born for.

There’s $50,000 in the text message, enough for me to rent a house in a high-end neighborhood, but I’m afraid I’m afraid the gambler will come to school and make trouble as soon as I leave.

If you don’t like the way I look, Tan Jia-hoon finally got a chance to blow out, and she slaps her hand up and says:

“Bitch! Who’s gonna look at it now? You’ve put him in jail for three years! You’re a bad man! I’ve seen you go crazy! I’m sorry.

My face was slashed to the side, my tight braids were thrown again, and my cheeks were burned with fire.

It’s a strange feeling.

The beginning of bullying sometimes requires only one opportunity — a hairstyle, a body, even an accent — but in the final analysis there is only one chance — that they find it less costly to bully you.

As head of a small group of girls, Tan Jia-hoon has already sent an offensive signal, while the rest are still at the point-of-custody test stage.

They’re waiting for someone.

They’re waiting as they wish.

“What are they doing here?”

He jumped in his arms and punched in the air, and was still the same as the one who stayed awake and followed his new companion, the tall boy named “Skinny Monkey”.

Look what he’s doing. Tan Jia-hoon’s conscious face is red, and then he thinks of something that’s getting away from me.

Tan Jia-hoon will hit my hand behind his back: “Ah 跃! Guchin lied to her! She’s not the mayor’s daughter! She lied to you!”

“Who hit her?” I’m sorry.

The crowd was silent, and many looked at Tan Jia-hoon.

Tan Jia-hoon’s hands are so cold and sweaty that she hates the love brain that can’t get past it, and she’s the one who can’t get into it.

“I’m just mad for you. She lied to us for so long, I hit her lightly, not on purpose…”

Pop! I’m sorry.

Just listen to a clean slap and break Tan Jia-hoon.

Everybody’s stuck, stupid.

Even if they graduate into society in the future and think again for decades, they will be skeptical.

Because that slap wasn’t a leap against a gentleman’s spirit.

It’s me who’s in the past.

Then give me a strong slap, and all my long hair will be a good rad.

Many returned to their homes and at the same time took a breath of cool air and waited for their welcome.

However, the ejection was an eyeful, turned back to the head he had missed, and when a pair of dark eyes looked at me, my knees began to get soft.

My hands are hot and I’m shaking so hard. One exit is a depressing cry: “Why didn’t you promise me that if I agreed to be with you, you’d issue a letter of understanding why he’d go to prison for three years? I’m sorry.

This is an amazing saying, and it’s just another moment.

I took a deep breath and turned to my desk, pouring all the things in my bag on the table.

I took out the elevator card in the high-class neighborhood and I kept crying: “I don’t care if the mayor’s stepdaughter is even poor, I just want to go back to my old days and to my dad’s life!” The old neighborhood had my home and my dad’s home, and I miss my dad and I want to go home and see if it’s okay. I’m sorry.

And when I saw the golden elevator card in my hand and listened to my dead father, many were ashamed and displeased with the sight of Tan Jia-hoon.

And I cried, and cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I cried, and I said, “Are we all classmates and friends, and I am with you, and I am with you. So am my daughter so important? Why do you care so much about your family? I’m sorry.

Some girls can’t watch and try to comfort me, but I’m holding them back: “No matter what you like, you can ask the counselors and get my family’s information from the teaching department. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry.

Come on, I ran out of the classroom with my mouth shut, leaving behind a dumb-eyed Tan Jia-hoon and all the different students of God.

He gave a look to the skinny monkey, who immediately rose up with a dirty smile and went to Tan Jia-hoon to talk to him alone.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

I pull my hands back and I turn my head red.

“Don’t get mad. I’ve got you in the open. * The first time that he was soft, whispering, * * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * The first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the first time he was soft, * the last time he was free, * the last time he came out, * the last time he came, * the last time he came, * the last time he came, * the last time, * the first time he came. What about me? I’m sorry.

And when I heard the last sentence, I trembled, so I opened my mouth, and with a cry on the brink of collapse: “Growl, you will drive me mad, you will drive me mad.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “It’s not normal for us to be crazy, to be crazy, to be crazy, to be crazy, to be crazy, to be crazy, to be honest.” I’m sorry.

7

Tan Jia-hoon didn’t end well.

He said that he was sending me home that night, but he took me to the park, and he saw Tan Jia-hoon, the man of the crowd, shaking.

“It’s not happy. I’m sorry.

He’s standing behind me, with his hands on my shoulder, and his gentle words shatter in my ears:

“It’s coming out. I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law, please! This bitch needs to clean up. You can take whatever you want! I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon was desperate, and she knew better than anyone that begging for forgiveness was nothing but a pleasure, and that asking for help would only be seen as a young man.

Even so, Tan Jia-hoon softened her legs and she fell on her knees. In front of me, I cried with tears and snivells: “Gushin, Sin! Sin, I was wrong! I won’t dare! I’m sorry.

And I look down on this face.

From the opposite point of view, this is a beautiful face that even in some areas is tolerated, and with a costume of mosaics and red lipstick, Tan Jia-hoon’s pursuer at school is remarkable.

Like me.

Who doesn’t? It’s just my first love, ending up in Tan Jia-hoon’s water.

When she found out that he was being directed at me, Tan Jia-hoon had asked me to buy her a bottle of iced water, and I bought it with a red face and helped her so sweetly to break the cap.

Tan Jia-hoon smiled and threw his hand at me.

What do you mean, Simba? You know I’m here to buy me ice water. What do you look like? I’m sick of seeing you! # I don’t know #

How pretty her face was.

Even when she threw me in ice water, and even when she and her sisters laughed at me without a man, when I looked through my wet eyelashes, Tan Jia-hoon was still as pretty as a flower with dew.

How did that beautiful flower get so ugly?

“Sin, I’m wrong! I’m a disgrace! I’m a bitch! Sin, I was wrong! Give me a break…”

“What are you doing?” How do you like it when so many boys bully a girl? I’m sorry.

“Uh-ha, sister-in-law, we’re trying to get you out of this…”

I’m the only one who’s got eyes on the scrawny monkey who’s got eyes on the scrawny, and I’m the only one who’s got eyes on it.

“I don’t need this kind of violence. I seriously said, “Thank you, Sis Sin! I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t forgive you. And I broke her hope again: “I am against violence, and it doesn’t mean I’m the Virgin Mother, and it makes me uncomfortable for you to stalk me and smite me. I’m sorry.

According to article 42 of the Law on the Punishment of Public Security Administration, anyone who peeks, taps, eavesdrops or disseminates the privacy of another person shall be punished by detention for up to five days or a fine of up to $500. I’m sorry.

I looked at Tan Jia-hoon’s stiff smile and said, “You and I are both students, leaving a file that will affect the exam, so I won’t have to do anything about it.” I’m sorry.

Tan Jia-hoon stood on his feet and kneeled softly, and the blood on his face was completely wiped out.

And the leap was still in the moonlight, as if the deepest night was in the eyes of a little bit.

I didn’t send Tan Jia-hoon to the police, of course, but let her come to school as usual.

After all, it’s a little more cruel sometimes than adults’ tolerance of children, isn’t it?

The girl Tan Jia-hoon fell directly from the clouds at the top of the food chain, with the express expression of the greeting leap.

It was also her disgusting work, the wall was pushed down, several girls who had been bullied by her came together to report it to the counselor, and Tan Jia-hoon’s sister group was a back-stabbing, and a separate video of Tan Jia-hoon slapping her classmates in the ladies’ room was posted online.

Less than a week later, Tan Jia-hoon closed school and was told that her return home was not a good day.

I’m being fed by a greeting jump, and I hear Tan Jia-hoon getting meat online, and there seems to be a sign of depression.

“What’s wrong? “Happily helped me wipe the strawberry juice out of my mouth, and he moved so softly as to wipe out a piece of soul art that heaven had customised for him.

And I smiled, “It was loud.” I’m sorry.

He jumped and fed me another strawberries, which brought down the fruit plate in his hand and then he kicked over a skinny monkey chair.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Yoo-hoo ♪

The scrawny monkey fell so heavily on the man-and-man chair that the back of the head hit the ground with a sting and his face was deformed.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

“It’s so loud. “Scrambling, but not looking at him, and raising up the fruit plate.” I’m sorry.

Skinny monkeys fall down the door and their faces get red.

I saw the skinny monkey go away, and I spoke like a spoiled girl: “He’s so angry? That’s so mean.” I’m sorry.

“What the hell. “And another strawberries were inserted, and the eyes were filled with tingling.” I’m sorry.

This time I do not accept to feed, “Ambo, I have heard some comments recently. I’m sorry.

“Who said anything about you?” @Girl: I’m sorry.

“Not really. “It’s interesting to say that someone has compared you to the king of commerce and I’m like Daqi.” I’m sorry.

I heard that the jump started with a big smile.

He rarely laughs so wildly, and his feelings have always been crazy, but restrained, and he has no pleasure, as if his heart was a tumultuous bottomless swamp filled with taboo feelings that the world could not understand.

I’m a little lost.

“No king of commerce is but jealous of the boring ones who feed the strawberries to Daze. Besides, I have no country to blame. I’m sorry.

He jumped and shoved strawberries into my tiny mouth, and grabbed my nose, and watched me hold my red face, and let me stare at him.

“Well, I was wrong, I was the king of commerce, and I raised a good white rabbit as a bad fox.” I’m sorry.

I’ve got a nice face, but I’m like a winter night lake.

He takes pleasure in this “love-to-love game” and drowns in the process of transforming me into one of my kind — and why should I not?

He had no country to miss, but he did not know that the human heart was no less important than the nation.

One Tan Jia-hoon was defeated, and there were others who thought they were safe.

I’ll come to you one by one.

8

For those who have been helped, and for those who have lost their way.

I played two games with the hands of other top Pyramids.

The first game is called “Climber.”

By name, it is the matter of comparison between man and man, and the matter of comparison is bullying.

I took the lead in promoting a bad culture: whoever bullys is the best, the best, the best, and the best. On the contrary, whoever bullys less, it’s a scavenger, and it’s natural for everyone to look down.

Who’s willing to admit that he’s a scoundrel and who’s not willing to be in the name of a “buster”?

So the little fish eat shrimp, and there’s only so much that school can bully. As a result, big fish eat small fish, and the internal contradictions of the bullying group escalate.

But there is also the disadvantage of being innocent.

People who were not placed in the bull’s eye started to be targeted, and there were more students in the school infirmary who said they were “involved”.

On several occasions, I met the bullying scene in the toilet, in remote corners, in an alley outside school.

“Sister-in-law!” “I was just smiling at the former, dazzling at the latter and turning away.”

It’s useless, it’ll only get worse if you don’t resist being bullied.

Nobody in this world saves you but themselves.

The faster I turn, the faster my heart beats.

That’s right. I’m doing this just to get back at those who bullied me. I’m not bullying.

I am not the one who I used to hate most, hate most, and hate the death of them.

I am not a new bully.

Definitely not.

Of course, not all of us are “soft tomatoes” because the increase in bullying has forced some of the unsatisfied in another way to resist, and when these weak voices of resistance come together, they become deafening.

As a result, some parents and teachers who were awakened by the sound began to intervene in order to break down many of the “tops of the pyramid” from the outside.

So, the first phase of my plan is complete.

And my second game, the Prayer.

It’s a literally small game that’s good for any party.

The rules of the game are simple: one acts as a nun, one acts as a traitor, the rest acts as a believer, while the believer prays that the traitor may attack at will, and after the nun has opened his eyes, the believer votes to guess who the traitor is.

It sounds like a simple version of “wolves kill”, but the difference is that traitors attack in an unlimited manner and in an unlimited number of attacks, and traitors change their names in a round, even if they can’t guess.

At first everyone had a good time, and the attack was only a symbolic slap on you, but as several rounds of traitors had not been pulled out, the chain of suspicion formed, those who became traitors began to carry their personal grudges, with a single punch and a single punch.

So this “prayers” game only played once, and finally started with a greeting fire, and each of them died.

But it’s enough once, and there’s some discontent that doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but it’s like the more fireworks in the vault, the worse is a little bit of Mars.

The skinny monkey who was kicked off his feet became that Mars.

Skinny monkey defected.

So on the day of the calm, boom! The fireworks exploded.

Skinny monkeys have gone to a bunch of out-of-schools to make a big leap, and the singles are beaten and humiliated.

But he was a mean man, who first fell down on his knees with all his dignity and asked for forgiveness, leaving the other side to laugh and scold, and to flee as soon as he eased his guard.

He’s the only one he trusts now.

And I’ve never seen anything like it.

It was seen that the arms were bruised in multiple places, that their eyes were purple, that their faces were swollen, that there were several footprints on their backs and that they all fell off one shoe.

“Bing! “And We stomped on him with grief: “What is the matter?”

“Let’s go. They’re still chasing.”

Blood flows into the sky’s eyes, he can’t see the way forward, and the weight of the body is on me.

I’ll take you somewhere safe. I’m sorry.

Where it is safe at such times, normal people think first of all of the police stations that can report the incident or hospitals that can handle the wounds.

It’s not normal for me to go with her. For me, the safest place is home.

So I took her to a semi-open roof in my home building, where she was simply wrapped.

While he was hurt badly, he didn’t seem scared, after all, those who had the force were not good at school, and I said that bullying was a family struggle.

His family life gave him the strength to believe that after his escape he would be able to beat those people with their parents.

“I can’t believe you’re such a girl. “This is the roof of your father’s house.” Why is there a medicine box here? I’m sorry.

I put my back to him and put it in the medicine box: “Well, this has been my secret base, and I brought it here for a while before to treat myself. I’m sorry.

“Always? “I’m a bit dazed, but I’m still feeling something wrong.

And I stood up, and the cold interrupted him: “Do you believe in the punishment of karma?” I’m sorry.

Seeing my hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s hand’s folded military knife, and he quivered: “That’s the knife of Van?” I’m sorry.

“That’s right. I’m going to fold the knife, and the sharp blade reflects the cold light in the day: “I confiscated it from him a long time ago, after all. I’m sorry.

“You still hate me because you love him?”

And I laughed: “Who will fall in love with a man who has wronged himself? I am not doing this to avenge him.” I’m sorry.

And I turned cold, and said, “Go up!” I’m sorry.

I pointed a knife at him and forced him to stand on the stairs.

The body of Hectic was shaken by the loss of blood, but he kept his feet steady and looked at me in pain: “Are you going to betray me?” I’m sorry.

“Tradition? I’ve never stood on your side, okay? I drink, “Get down on your knees! I’m sorry.

I stood on the edge of the ceiling and no longer had to cover up my inner loathing: “Geek, look at me, look at my face, do you like it?” I’m sorry.

“like. “He’s kneeling before me, he’s obstinate, and he’s almost devout, “but what really makes me fall in love is your man, your soul, not his face. I’m sorry.

“Put your charades off the girl.” I smiled, “Happiness, my name.” I’m sorry.

“Chu Xin? I’m sorry.

“Yes, Guchin, the same name. Don’t you think of another face every time you take your mouth off? I’m sorry.

I’m dying to look in the eye and look at his pupils a little tight.

“A man who was destroyed, destroyed by you, forced by you one night, almost jumped in my position right now to end his life.” I’m sorry.

Gu, Gu Xin? He was surprised to stand up, but I put my knife back on him, and he breathed in a state of discomfort, and he was like, “You’re Gu Xin’s sister?” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m Gu Xin. There’s only one Gu Xin! I’m sorry.

And suddenly I smiled, and I smiled, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh, and I laugh. You used to make Gu Xin kneel before you, destroying his life, and now it’s your turn to kneel before Gu Xin, and it’s my turn to decide your life. I’m sorry.

“No way! No way! I’m sorry.

He was so excited, he looked at me with his eyes and screamed, “How could you be little Simba?” That dog! He’s missing! He’s a man! I’m sorry.

I watched with mercy the leap and took off the watch on my wrist in front of him.

After a strange flu, I saw a leap towards greeting, and I felt a more strange, smoother pleasure.

Seeing my familiar and strange face, the leap is as if the man in love had been killed in front of his face and had disappeared in the world forever, he suddenly shivering with his own hands and his mouth wide open, and he sheds two blood tears.

I smiled, “I can’t believe it.” I’ve always been the one who made you fall in love and even sent you to jail to hate you! Me, now me, alive me, all of me! I’m sorry.

Shut up! Shut up! I’m sorry.

And when it is filled with blood, it can finally make a sound, but it is not like a human being, and it is as if it were a scream to slaughter the beast.

“How does it feel to be in love with a boy?” How does it feel to fall in love with someone you once despised and trampled like a dog? I’m sorry.

I cried, “The man you loved never existed. I killed her from the beginning. All her kindness and love for you were false.” They’re all fakes!”

I gnawed my teeth and cried for blood: “Geek, she hates you!” Even though she’s alive, she hates you. She hates you! I want you to die! I’m sorry.

“Ah, aah, aah!”

He jumped away, and he came up, hollering, and took the knife from my hand and put one in my chest.

Zip–

And then when my blood splattered into the face of the poignant, he choked.

The strange electric flu ran all over me, and I put it back on at the moment of the chump.

“How does it feel to kill someone you love? I’m sorry.

The feeling of despair.

I saw the answer in the pupil who jumped a little bit.

But it’s not over.

I was squeezing my shoulders, and I turned my head and I looked at the skinny monkeys who came out of the sky, and when they all noticed this, I suddenly screamed:

“Acquainted! Hectic! No! No!

When I had done my best to cry out, I gradually opened my shoulders and I couldn’t shed tears in my eyes, and I had to smile softly at him:

“If the guilty have a bright life, what about mine? I’m sorry.

Then, in the hands of the Happiness, the smile goes back.

The whirling wind blows my ear, but I am not alone.

‘Cause I came home to my dad and I’m gonna catch me on the floor.

9

“So Guoxin ended up dead? He fell from upstairs with a knife in his chest. I’m sorry.

A little jingle too serious.

I nod my head.

“and this scene was seen by the skinny monkeys, who, from their point of view, were the ones who were pushed down. I’m sorry.

I’m nodding again.

“More than that, Guchin’s gambling dad just came home, and Guo Sin fell from upstairs, and he died. I’m sorry.

I keep nodding.

“So the end of the story is that Goussin and Guussin’s father are dead, that the masterminds have been found dead and sentenced to intentional murder, and that there is a small waiting list in the prison to hate him, and that his life inside would be worse than his death. I’m sorry.

I’m super nodding.

“Fake. I’m sorry.

In conclusion, Xiao Jung-tae said, “Where is this coincidence? What is your name? I’m sorry.

I blinked, “My name is Gu Xin.” I’m sorry.

“How are you still alive when you say it’s your autobiography and you fall to death?” I’m sorry.

I shake my fingers and look like “You don’t get it”: “I left it behind. Do you remember when the text of the wish said it wasn’t for nothing, but that it made me pay?” I’m sorry.

Little Ching Noded: Yes, but you didn’t say what it cost. I’m sorry.

I said, “Well, now that the answer is clear, the wish is not free, and the price I have to pay is fate. I’m sorry.

Destiny? “What fate? I’m sorry.

“The fate of the bullying. I’m sorry.

And I pointed out to myself, “When I became a woman, I changed my fate without knowing it, a new one, from being a bully to being a bully.”

And the price I paid was to give up my fate as the “growner” and then I had my own destiny as the “growner.” I’m sorry.

“Isn’t it a good thing that you didn’t give anything when you fell down and you lived as a man? I’m sorry.

“Alas, the story ends well. I’m sorry.

I stretch out my hand and rubbing my head, “The bad guys are punished for what they deserve, and the good guys have a bright and bright life — and don’t take a sip of “you” and call me Dad!” I’m sorry.

“We’re just adoption partnerships.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “You little brat, sometimes I wish you weren’t so smart. Look at your sister. Listen to my autobiography. That’s what a normal child should do.” I’m sorry.

Listens to little Lori blinking, little fingers to the watch on my wrist, milking air: “That’s what I’m saying. The glass is broken up. I’m sorry.

I put little Lori in my arms: “Shou Bo is so smart, that’s the watch that the wish texted to Dad because it broke, so it’s just an ordinary watch.” I’m sorry.

The little Zing turned his eye over: “He lied to the child, and it was he who broke it last week because he couldn’t buy a new one.” I’m sorry.

I coughed to cover up the awkwardness and carried Little Lori back to the children’s bed.

Ever since the gambler was crushed to death, I have received insurance from him for his life, and I have saved the $50,000 to complete my studies without bullying, then I have studied and studied, and I have a job that I like and earn.

I was not married, but I adopted two little angels to protect them with all my love.

Life like mine is bright and bright.

I was careful to close the door, so Xiao Zheng Tai pulled my horn and shouted, “Dad, I’m sorry.

I enjoyed the sound of “hyah,” and I grabbed his little face, “What’s wrong with your father?” I’m sorry.

He’s staring at me. He’s got a black eye.

“In fact, there isn’t a wish text, is there? I’m sorry.

I’m a bitch.

“It’s true that there’s no wish text from the beginning, and there’s no change in sex, but the man who was pushed down the stairs and killed the gambler didn’t want to be greeted. I’m sorry.

And We covered his little mouth: “You are such a big mouth; you have turned a fairy tale into a sin story. I’m sorry.

I crouched down, and said, “Oh, my God, you mean that the person who was pushed down was not a fan of Xin, but rather of Hero, and Gu Xin saw the time to push him down the stairs, just to kill his father, and then pretended to be a Skinny Monkey who forced him to jump.”

So it was the truth of the year, with an arrow, with an arrow, with an arrow, with a pinned-up father, but, given that it was for the children, I did it in a deliberate way, changed many details and added the fairy tale factor of “SMS.”

As for the middle story … Most of it is the same, except that there is no Queen’s Church, that there is no Queen’s Church, that there is no sex in love, that there is Queen’s Church, that there is a Queen’s Church, that there is no Queen’s Church, that is what you think. I’m sorry.

Little Ching is too slow to nod.

“You’re too dark to think of your father, you old brat! * I’ll give him a * Chestnut, smile *

“If you look back at the whole story with the idea that there’s no such thing as a wish text, that’s a man, that’s a different version of the crime story.”

Is it true that the bullies will be humiliated and take years to make them fall in love with themselves? Is it true that the bullies are stupid enough to fall in love with the bullies?

So either the bulldozer is crazy, or the bulldozer is crazy, so the story is like a fairy tale — don’t guess, the wish message is real, and don’t believe your watch. I’m sorry.

Little Jung-tae went to see his smart watch, and it showed a letter.

He lit it up and the text was written in four big words: “SMS.”

“Ooh! I said it existed. I have to say, “That’s the truth. Stop guessing about conspiracy. I’m sorry.

“…that text was sent to me secretly. I’m sorry.

Little Jing was too quiet, and in the end he was astonished as an adult: “I am your son, and I am satisfied with your story, and I will not expose you to the judge.” I’m sorry.

I was so angry and funny, and I choked his face: “I thought you were my father. Make a wish, you son of a bitch. It’s your birthday. I’m sorry.

Little Jing-tae slaps my hand and laughs at his mouth, and he holds my hand and closes his eyes:

“I make a wish…”

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.