He came from the system to save childhood

The body was very tired and the brain was calling for a deep sleep. The little cub lay down obediently. The scene in front of his eyes gradually darkened. The sweet dream was the exact opposite of reality.

The morning dew makes the plants and flowers more beautiful. The He family's house is very luxurious, with colorful embellishments everywhere. Looking out the window, the scenery is picturesque, and just one look at it will make people feel relaxed.

But this does not include the little ones.

The little boy was woken up by the nanny, but he seemed to be used to it. He climbed out of bed obediently, washed himself, and put on his small schoolbag. The nanny would not prepare breakfast for him, but would only prepare a luxurious breakfast for her own son.

There were all kinds of delicious things on it that the little kids had never eaten before. The nanny's own son at the table was fed so much that he became bloated, while the owner of the place, the young master of the He family, was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The inverted treatment is the beginning of tragedy. How can a biological child be compared to a foster child? He cannot get love from anyone.

As you step out of this small western-style building, there is a shabby little door at the back. There are weeds all around, and only a non-fat adult can pass through here.

This is the only door that allows the cub to contact the outside world. The nanny is afraid that the cub will go out and make trouble, so she almost restricts all of the cub's activities at home.

It would be great if we could restrict him from going to school.

The little boy sighed countless times on the way. The housekeeper would not remember to prepare a special car to pick up this little master who had no status. Fortunately, the nanny was afraid of exposing her deeds, so she still gave the little boy taxi money to go to school.

So the journey wasn’t that difficult.

……

The Beijing Noble School houses elementary, junior and senior high schools and covers a huge area. It can be said that it is a place that everyone wants to enter. Children from poor families can have a bright future if they enter here as long as they are willing to make friends.

The nouveau riche who have some money want their children to go out and socialize more and bring some opportunities to the family.

This place is like a symbol of status, making everyone who curries favor with the powerful fight for it. The little cub is like a clear fish in dirty water, swimming in it with bubbles as thin as cicada wings.

The bubbles are very thin, and they may burst after being randomly flushed by sewage.

The school gate is built very grandly and solemnly, with various luxury cars parked at the gate. The young men and women who get off the school are dressed in bright and beautiful clothes with arrogant expressions. Any scene in it is an enviable upper-class life.

Enviable and coveted.

But for the little kid, all this was like a purgatory that he had to go through. Although he walked very slowly, he still arrived at the classroom before the bell rang.

Countless eyes are passing by, either maliciously or casually. No one here will look at you with kindness, unless your identity is high enough for them to look up to you, and your background is high enough for them to lick your ass.

The little guy obviously doesn't meet either of the requirements.

I lowered my head in silence and wanted to go to my seat, but I was sitting with a poor student next to a trash can. However, this is an aristocratic school after all, and sitting next to the trash can is not dirty, but it was a humiliating way.

The classroom was big, but the way to the seat was not short. However, everything in the little boy's eyes slowed down. He could see the small group that often bullied him looking at him with ridicule.

You can see that the classmates who are trying to please the clique are stretching out their evil feet in an attempt to trip him and embarrass him, in order to amuse the clique-pleaser and gain benefits.

But he couldn't avoid it, because what he would get after avoiding it would not be peace and quiet, but even stronger abuse.

The little cub lowered his eyes slightly, and obediently fell to the ground. The cry of pain from his mouth sounded like some blissful thing, making the people around him laugh.

Those cracked smiling faces were like bloody mouths, surrounding the little cub.

They dispersed only when they had no more fun. The little guy slowly got up and sat down in his seat, earning a sympathetic look from his deskmate.

This is what he has to go through every day at school. The He family has never announced his identity, and he is not a poor student. Everyone has an identity, but he is the only one here without one.

Independent people always attract other people's attention.

The little cub became the anchor that was enough to attract the bad factors of people. The small groups especially liked to bully him and got great pleasure from it. After all, the He family was so high and mighty.

Although the He family did not announce the identity of the little boy, the upper class was well-informed, so how could they not know? They just kept it a secret so that they could satisfy their own evil intentions.

During class time, except for a few poor students, almost no one was listening to the lectures. However, the little boy listened attentively alone. He hoped that he could shine in his own field like his brothers.

Will I be noticed this way?

"Hey, look at that stutterer who studies every day but always gets terrible grades on exams. Do you think he's a fool?"

"Didn't I tell you long ago? He is just a fool, maybe he has cerebral palsy. There is no point in letting him be beaten and scolded. It's interesting that he will still resist, hehe!"

The sound of discussion was even louder than the teacher's voice. Verbal violence was everywhere, but the little one couldn't escape it.

The bell for the end of get out of class is just background music, because the teachers here cannot control the students. They are only responsible for teaching, and other things are not their responsibility.

School violence is also everywhere.

As soon as the get out of class was over, the little boy's desk was kicked and made a loud bang.

"Hey! Stutter, go buy me some pecan soft serve from cafeteria number three! I'm hungry!"

This kind of bread is indeed only sold in Canteen No. 3, but Canteen No. 3 is the farthest from the teaching building. The kids who have no money can't afford to take the school bus and can only run there.

If you go back and forth quickly, two classes will pass; if you go back and forth slowly, you will miss three classes.

The small group knows that the little one wants to study desperately, but they want to stop him. It’s fun to see the little one get angry!

The little boy's eyes were a little dim, but he just nodded silently, as boring as a doll that was broken and had no feeling at all. The leader of the small group was called Gao Zhuang, and his family served in the army.

Gao Zhuang was tall and strong, just like his name, with a face full of flesh. He pouted in disgust and patted the little boy's cheek with the cash in his hand as if to humiliate him.

The voice was vicious: "Take this money and buy it back for me quickly. If you are slow, you will not be able to sit here in one piece today. Do you hear me?"

The other people laughed even more wildly when they saw the little guy being humiliated. They held their stomachs and laughed until tears came out, as if they had seen the best joke in the world.

No one cares about the emotion of the joke itself.

It was because Gaozhuang's family was only one level lower than the He family, and Gaozhuang was the youngest son of the family, which was enough for people to look up to.