"Han Zhibao, where did you go?" Han's mother opened the door, "My God! Are you fighting with someone again?"

Han Zhibao, with a scar on his face, stepped into the house tiredly, threw his schoolbag at the door, and walked towards the bathroom, saying, "Mom, don't always make a fuss, okay? I'm fine again."

When Han's mother heard her daughter say this, tears flowed down. She stepped forward and hugged Han Zhibao and said sadly: "Baoer, we won't go to school tomorrow. Mom doesn't know that the people there will be so bad and bully you all day long." Han's mother turned Zhibao's body and took off a weed on Zhibao's hair. "Mom has made you suffer."

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Am I okay? Mom, don't worry about me. Any grievances I suffered in that school will double the "him" back." Han Zhibao was full of hatred when he said "him".

"Baoer, why do you hate him so much?"

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten how he abandoned us? Mom, he chose that woman for money. He hasn't seen us once in more than ten years. Have you forgotten all this?" Han Zhibao shook Han's thin shoulders excitedly.

"Mom hasn't forgotten, how can you forget it? But you worked outside all day in order to go to that school, and you were bullied at school. Is it so heartbroken that you looked at it?"

When Mother Han said this, she knelt on the floor with all her strength and started crying. Zhibao also knelt in front of her mother and hugged her: "Mom, I'm really fine. I'm seventeen years old. I know how to take care of myself. Don't worry about me, okay? Seeing you feel sorry for me so much and worry about me, I will not be able to support me. Mom, if you want to support me, you must support me, otherwise I will not be able to hold on."

The mother and daughter cried bitterly while holding their heads.

Han Zhibao walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, and his mother was asleep. The TV was still on, but there was nothing on the screen, only snowflakes were left behind Zhibao's eyes. The TV could no longer receive any stations, and every time he turned on, he could only hear the sound, so Han's mother listened to it as a radio. Zhibao said he wanted to throw it away, but Han's mother was always unwilling to do so. This dilapidated TV was their only property. Zhibao walked over, turned off the TV, came to his mother's bed, covered the quilt for his mother, and the sound of tears fell.

"Mom, you are the best mother in the world. You are the only courage I can hold on. Do you know? Mom, I will definitely let ‘he’ kneel in front of you and ask for your forgiveness!"

"Mom, you must bless me, my dearest mom, you must bless me."

Han Zhibao wiped away the tears from his face, stood up and walked towards his dim room. Mother Han turned over and the tears rolled down to her pillow.

It's a new day. It's full of bright sunshine everywhere. Mother Han got up from the bed and had a very delicious breakfast in front of her. She knew that this was Zhibao who got up early and ran to Caoshan several miles away from here. This was her favorite fried dough sticks and soy milk. Mother Han felt guilty, Baoer! My good daughter, my mother's baby daughter!

Han Zhibao carried her shabby schoolbag and stepped into the most famous private aristocratic school in Hong Kong. She stood at the door and watched luxury cars pass by, and suddenly arose an evil thought. She bent down and picked up a stone and threw it hard at the car that had just passed by her. However, her strength was too small and the speed was too fast. The stone did not touch the car at all. Zhibao was so angry that he stomped his feet.

At this time, a Ferrari sports car was parked in front of her, and a boy with his hair combed up and took off his sunglasses and hung it on his nose. He stretched his head and said to Han Zhibao with a smile: "What's wrong? It's a color hanging again. I think you'd better go home and sell vegetables with your mother! This is not your place to stay." The boy with his "broom head" smiled and drove away with his Ferrari.

"Broomhead" is the precious son of real estate tycoon Li Wanfu, a typical playboy. He is also a famous playboy in the school. Changing girlfriends is as active as changing sports cars, changing one a week. Han Zhibao stared at the far away car with "Broomhead" and hated her to the core. She vowed that one day she would make this "Broomhead" never raise her head, to eliminate his arrogant arrogance, and to exasperate his anger to his female compatriots.

Han Zhibao hated this school. In her eyes, this school was not even as good as hell. It was like a microcosm of today's society, including drug trafficking, drug use, prostitution, and gambling. It was full of sin, dirty and darkness. Fighting in this school is a show that is performed every day. Han Zhibao didn't understand, it was so bad that the rich people wanted to send their children here, and it was simply a fire pit to send their children to the fire pit. If they hadn't come here to take revenge and beat her to death, she wouldn't have taken a step forward here.

When Han Zhibao first came to this school, he had only one purpose in his heart to take "him" back to his mother. Because she knew that although she and her mother hated "him", after all, "him" was the man she loved the most in her life, after all, her biological father. Every time her mother saw news about "him" on TV and newspapers, her eyes always showed a gentle light. She knew that her mother actually loved "him", so she persevered and she wanted to take "him" back.

But Han Zhibao only now realized that it was too difficult to regain "him". Because she had been in this school for more than three months, but she had never seen "him" once. She was too naive and thought that this school was founded by "him", so she would definitely see him when she came here. It was ridiculous and she was too stupid. She worked hard to earn money in order to continue to stay in this school until she saw "him".

Han Zhibao is worried now whether he can see "him" alive and leave this school alive. Until now, there are still tingling pain on her face, even though she has applied ointment last night.

But, she had to persist, for her mother.

Han Zhibao looked at the time, shouted "Oh no" and ran to the classroom desperately. The class ringtone had already rang.

At the door of the classroom, Han Zhibao mustered up the courage to open the slightly heavy door in front of the door.

"Teacher, I..." Han Zhibao lowered his head.

"No need to say anything." The female teacher wearing severe myopia glasses said to Han Zhibao standing at the door: "There is no need for people like you to talk to you about the concept of time. Don't explain anything, clean the boy's toilet for a week."

When Han Zhibao heard this, he raised his head in surprise. "Why is it a boy's toilet?"

The female teacher looked at Han Zhibao carefully with her glasses on the bridge of her nose. Han Zhibao immediately realized and hurriedly covered her injured left face.

But the female teacher still discovered it. She walked to Zhibao in surprise and shouted exaggeratedly: "Okay! You are fighting outside again. This class is a lady class, so how can you tolerate a savage like you! Men's bathroom, for one month. And I will tell the principal." After that, the female teacher returned to the podium.

Han Zhibao wanted to resist, but she held it back. She turned around and looked at Shang Xinhe who was sitting in the front row as she turned around.

Shang Xinhe also bravely looked at Han Zhibao.

Han Zhibao was about to leave, but suddenly the female teacher stopped her, "No education at all, close the door." Han Zhibao suppressed the anger in his heart and closed the door fiercely. The loud sound of closing the door was shaken by her heart. Was she really wrong? Obviously everyone here looked down on her, but she could tolerate all these things, and she would never give up until she achieved her goal.
Chapter completed!