I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

[Zawa Huige: Eat melons and go to your own school. This is a good student in the second grade of our school. Her parents are both teachers and they are awarded awards every year. I really didn’t expect him to be this kind of person. 】

The overwhelming abuse started, and some self-media quickly reposted it, exposing the situation of me and my family.

I was still in class at school on the day when the information was released. My head teacher suddenly called me away before school, and I followed her all the way to the principal’s office.

This was the first time I was "called a parent." The principal comforted me, saying that he already knew about my situation from the teacher who was teaching that day, and that there was evidence that I was hospitalized because I felt unwell that day, and encouraged me to study hard. , don’t go online for a while.

But this matter cannot be solved without going online.

The school responded that my early departure that day was not due to skipping classes, and it also released some of the information on my case card to explain my behavior that day.

However, as the words "Chen Juan is a good student" became more and more common, people's criticism of me began to rise to the level of education.

If parents are teachers, can they teach a good child with both good character and academic performance?

Having received countless awards, does that mean he must be a kind-hearted person?

Can good grades be used as a criterion for judging?

All the good things I had done were wiped out, and everyone began to label me as "good grades, but no moral character."

I have nowhere to redress my grievances.

At the beginning, someone would comfort me and tell me to calm down and not be affected by other people's voices.

But as the incident intensified, I could clearly feel the attitude of the people around me changing.

They no longer joke with me, and they hide away when they see me. I often wonder if their whispers are discussing me behind my back.

Once when everyone was joking, I laughed twice, and then I heard someone commenting when I was going to the bathroom: "Did you see it? She had the nerve to laugh just now. She has killed others, why is she still so shameless?"

I suffered from severe mental illness. My parents helped me withdraw from school, but they did not dare to let me stay home alone.

I didn’t dare to laugh anymore, and I didn’t dare to meet other people’s eyes anymore. Later, I didn’t even dare to go out or face other people’s eyes.

Oh, and also, we moved and sold our previous house. Because people often dump garbage in front of my house, my neighbors complain. At the same time, all contact information has been changed to avoid constant harassing calls from some people.

My parents didn't blame me for this incident, but I later learned that my dad had delayed his promotion because of me, and several parents of students in my mom's class had complained against her.

My mother told me: "Juanjuan, you still have a long future, don't give up on yourself just because of one thing."

I don’t want to give up, but I often think of that slightly hot afternoon when the old woman walked up to me and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

But time and time again, even in dreams, I never dreamed of the follow-up.

……

Time flies and life seems to be getting back on track.

My parents always made time to spend time with me, until my mother became pregnant again. She stood in front of me and asked me if I could accept this little life.

How could I not accept that? I have become like this, my sister should be more popular with them.

I started to learn to stabilize my emotions. My mother asked me to name the child. I said, call it "Yan". The boy's name is Chen Yan and the girl's name is Chen Yan.

I look forward to the emergence of this little life. Perhaps she will bring a completely different light to this family?

Everyone was relieved that the mother's due date was during the winter vacation. However, when she was six months pregnant, she accidentally fell while going out.

In the ice and snow, no one noticed that she could not get up.

Originally, I wanted to go out with him, but my mother didn't let me go because she thought about my situation.

When my father rushed to the hospital after hearing the news, he stood in front of my mother's body without saying a word. He looked at me for a long time, with such indifference that it scared me: "Why don't you stay with your mother? If you were by her side, you wouldn't This happened.”

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak.

Do I understand the unsafe conditions for mothers in the third trimester of pregnancy? learn. But subconsciously I chose to follow my inner choice.

My father no longer looked kindly to me. He was busy going through the procedures for my mother, and he was as calm as an outsider throughout the process.

At my mother's funeral, there were many people I didn't know. I hid in the corner, afraid to look at others.

"Alas, one corpse and two lives, the little one has taken shape."

"The older one is really... I don't know if it's because she was dissatisfied with her mother having a second child, so she didn't go out with her mother at home. She didn't look for her mother when she didn't go back, so she missed the best time for rescue."

Listening to the conversations of others, I began to hate myself infinitely. Why didn't I go out with my mother?

I don’t know who first mentioned the reason why I dropped out of school. Gradually, the topic changed.

"If only someone could have seen her, her mother would have been saved."

"I really don't know what kind of unlucky thing has happened. It must be here to claim its life."

I was panic-stricken, maybe I had harmed my mother.

I'll give this life back to you, okay?