In the winter of 2020, on the streets of South China City, a young man was running wildly, and the cold morning air shaved on his face like a knife.
He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose are as thick as the bottom of two beer bottles.
He was wearing a red and white school uniform, with colorful schoolbags on his shoulders, and was dressed neatly and had a clean face. He looked like a typical good student.
But this good student was late again.
"Oh, it's Wang Peng... Let's sit down quickly." The teacher who said this was Gu. He was a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses. He had a buzz cut. He was Wang Peng's class teacher and taught mathematics.
This school is pretty good in South China City, and it is also ranked first in Chongqing High School, but compared with those first-tier high schools, it is nothing.
Because it is far away from the school and is remote, there are basically no taxi traveling, Wang Peng has to catch a bus every morning with very few buses to go to school on time. Once he missed this bus, Wang Peng had to run to forty.
It takes about minutes to get to school, so although he works very hard, he will always be late for several times in a month for various reasons.
Teacher Gu is a relatively Buddhist class teacher. Knowing Wang Peng's situation, he always accepts the other party's lateness with an inclusive attitude. However, whenever Wang Peng is late to enter the class, there will always be laughter, and this time is no exception.
"Quiet!"
Teacher Gu slapped the table and ordered them to stop, but because of his usual Buddhist attitude, his laughter did not restrain himself. Wang Peng was tough and came to his seat as if he didn't hear it.
Put your schoolbag in the ground and take out the textbook.
Because of his lateness, the first class ended more than ten minutes after Wang Peng sat down.
The bell rang after class, and Teacher Gu put away the textbook and left. Wang Peng knew that he was going back to the office to do his own entertainment career.
"Hey, Four-eyed Boy, I have something to tell you, come to the rooftop." Yi Heng, who came to him, was a tall and strong fat man with mediocre grades. He liked to go out and make trouble with others if he had something to do, because the matter was not big, Teacher Gu
Ignore him and let him grow up savagely there.
"Oh, okay..." Wang Peng did not react to the nickname of Four-eyed Crazy, because other boys and even girls in the class usually call him that.
The so-called four eyes refer to his glasses. Although this is a very unfriendly term, it is no big deal after thinking about it. Anyway... he is already used to it.
In key high schools, the so-called bad teenagers are difficult to exist, but the guys who like to bully others like Yi Heng are everywhere, whether in kindergarten or in society...the essence is the same.
Wang Peng has always been bullied by Yi Heng. In addition to running errands, he also has to do homework on his behalf. People like Teacher Gu who are Buddhists will naturally not do anything without seeing it with their own eyes. Even if they see it once, they are just
A verbal warning is made without pain, and then Yi Heng will retaliate against it...it doesn't make any sense.
After coming to the rooftop, Yi Heng didn't say a word and inexplicably beat Wang Peng up. He was very serious and did not care about his qualities. Wang Peng just curled up in a ball with his head held in his arms throughout the process.
The sign of fighting back because of anger was just gritting your teeth and enduring it.
Maybe I got used to it. As soon as I entered the school, I was deliberately beaten by seniors in the senior grade. Later, even the seniors in the grade also regarded him as the best target to bully him.
There are only freshmen in the first grade, and they still take him seriously.
The class bell rang, Yi Heng stopped and turned around and wanted to leave.
"Why?" Wang Peng tried hard to squeeze out such a sentence.
"Ah?" Yi Heng spat and replied as if nothing had happened: "If you want to give a reason, it might be boring. I haven't beaten up for a long time."
The door leading to the rooftop was closed, and Wang Peng still fell to the ground. His self-esteem might be more severe than the bruises on his body.
Maybe he should cry at this time, but he could no longer cry.
Students like Wang Peng seem to have to transfer schools or expose the other party’s two ways.
Unfortunately, he did not have the conditions to transfer to school, nor did he have the courage to expose the other party.
All he can do is continue this kind of life.
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The evening of December 10th.
The bell rings after school. For Wang Peng, every day of high school life is like a year, and he has to do a lot of housework when he gets home, because his father, as an alcoholic, is drunk all day, usually does three things: drinking crazy and beating
Son, sleep well.
Wang Peng walked through the familiar streets with weak steps. The whole world was extremely dark for him, and every moment of his life was like torture.
"Oh, Four-eyed Boy." When I was about to reach the remote section of the road, three gangsters in strange clothes rushed out of the alley. The leader was dyed yellow hair and spoke to him while holding a cigarette.
Wang Peng frowned, but the other party didn't care about it at all, "I'm the same as I'm borrowing some money."
Wang Peng didn't know what their name was, but since he went to high school, these people have blocked him on his way home from school and asked him for money.
With his family background, it is common for him to have no money, even if he has an online wallet.
As usual, he raised his hands and acted as a non-resistance. The two younger brothers behind Huangmao came up and searched him. They searched all their pockets and schoolbags, and their books and stationery fell all over the floor, but they all
The money they asked for was not found.
"Can I leave?"
Seeing this, Wang Peng walked forward, prepared to pick up the stationery and schoolbag and left.
Usually, if you don’t get the money, these people won’t do anything to him.
But I don’t know if they were in a bad mood today. When he went over to pick up something and turned his back to Huangmao, Huangmao raised his foot and kicked Wang Peng, which made Wang Peng stagger to the ground.
"If you don't have money, just use your body to repay it." When Wang Peng was confused and puzzled, Huangmao stepped forward and pressed his back with one foot. At the same time, the soles of his feet were rubbed back and forth, touching the previous one Yi.
The bruises caused by Heng's beating made Wang Peng scream in pain. When Huang Hair heard this, he not only did not stop, but instead increased his strength, "In the form of a sandbag!"
While laughing, the two followers behind Huangmao began to punch and kick him. During this period, Wang Peng tried to protect his head, but Huangmao kept pressing him with his feet and prevented him from moving. He stepped on his hand if he moved.
He tried to stand up and stepped on his back, determined to let him eat all the beatings.
As usual, he was beaten.
Just endure it, isn't it?
Thinking of this, he gave up resisting... until his eyes were covered in blood red, he realized something was wrong.
The other party really wants him to die.
He wanted to struggle for a moment, but after being beaten for so long, he had lost the strength to resist, not to mention that the yellow-haired man kept pressing him.
It's too late to resist now.
No one cares about death here, and no one crys for him... I think Wang Peng himself feels pitiful. He has never made friends in his life who will cherish him. All he has experienced is being bullied, and he even revenges.
Don't dare.
A meaningless life.
If he tried to change, would everything be different?
At this moment, Wang Peng could still hear the laughter of Huangmao and the two followers. Finally, he realized it.
Why can such a person live comfortably, but he is honest and peaceful, just like he is in hell?
There is nothing else, because this world is so hopeless - hell is empty, and evil ghosts are on earth.
An honest person can only be bullied by others, and withered in places like him where no one knows it.
hateful.
Wang Peng, who understood this, thought they died for the first time, not only the gangsters who beat him, but also the people who bullied him.
If it weren't for their persecution, would he fall to this point?