C position study, God chooses the way

"He started."

The voice of the dialect suddenly seemed to lose its strength, with a powerless emptiness.

A series of new shocking or breaking news was displayed in front of everyone.

In just a few floors, the direction of the topic seemed to drift in an unpredictable and vicious direction.

[Hey, you are not from Anhe, so you don't know that the foreign student with different pupils buys ice cream, behind him is a place that sees mental patients. 】

[Did he come out from that place? 】

[Psychopathy?How can mental illness enter Anhe No. [-] Middle School? 】

[It's not because of 'international friends'. 】

The topic is getting more and more skewed.

Mu Heng felt something was wrong.

He pressed Ke Han's shoulder and asked him, "You..."

Ke Han gritted his teeth.

He took out a bottle of medicine with the label removed from his pocket, then slowly poured a capsule out of it and put it in his mouth.

It was only after the medicine was completely swallowed that Ke Han managed to control his emotions.

Fang Yan frowned at Ke Han, and asked straight to the point: "Why are you wearing black contact lenses?"

There was a hint of hoarseness in Ke Han's voice.

"I am afraid."

He was really scared.

Fear of being pushed back into the endless dark abyss.

A rare gentle expression appeared on Fang Yan's face. He seemed to fully understand what Ke Han meant, and kicked Li Tao and the others before they could swear, diverting their attention in an instant.

"Fuck?" Li Tao was caught off guard by being kicked, and looked at Fang Yan foolishly, "What are you doing Fang Yan?!"

Dialect didn't pay attention to him for the first time, but said to Ke Han: "We have all seen your eyes on the Internet. It is very beautiful. Although it is different from others, it is normal."

Mu Heng observed the dialect for a while, and he could see traces of sympathy.

However, Fang Yan's sympathy for Ke Han is not the same as his sympathy for Ke Han... because has he experienced such a thing?

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Mu Heng held Ke Han's trembling hand and said to Fang Yan, "I have a question."

Dialect: "You can tell, but I may not be able to answer."

Mu Heng closed his eyes, and went through all the information he had about Dialect in his mind.

He asked: "You transferred from Anhe Experiment to Linshan Primary School, what did you experience in the middle?"

Fang Yan glanced at Mu Heng disheartenedly, and slightly pursed his lips and said, "You are very sharp."

Li Tao didn't feel very good, because the group of friends they used to know knew about this matter, but they usually wouldn't bring it up anyway, because it was a knot in the dialect.

The dialect from a long time ago is actually the only outlier among a large group of children in their lotus beach. They are smart since they were young, and they obediently helped their mother clean up the business in the night market.

However, he finally became the same as everyone else.

He was so mediocre and incompetent that even the teacher wondered if the student had some brain problems, and his behavior was frightening.

"There's nothing you can't say—"

Dialect is still chewing black pearls in his mouth.

Li Tao is in a hurry.

Although they are not particularly close to the dialect, they are still friends with open crotch pants.

Just stand by and let Dialect cut out his bloody scars in front of them for others to see, they can't do it.

The little bastards who seem to have a bad brain, they also have their own warmth and morality.

In desperation, Li Tao scolded his mother: "Shut up!"

Several other friends also spoke out to persuade and stop.

Dialect glanced at them and was happy.

There were still black pearl residues on his teeth, and he licked them off slowly with his tongue, not caring what others thought of him.

"I was in the same class as Yan Zhao in the experiment."

Fang Yan looked at Mu Heng who was holding the hand of Ke Han who was in an abnormal mood, and couldn't help feeling a little strange envy in his heart.

If he had had a friend like this back then...

Unfortunately, many things in this world are without if.

"I'm number one, he's number two."

"Then one day, there was a small wallet in my schoolbag, which belonged to a girl in our class at that time. When it was found out, I was dumbfounded."

"I can't figure out why a thing I've never even seen before ran into my schoolbag."

"After a long time, I realized that only one person had the opportunity to approach my schoolbag casually."

"That's Yan Zhao."

"We are friends, and we should be friends first and second. This seems to be a matter of course..."

Mu Heng looked at him, and interjected: "You fought with him because of this?"

There is melancholy in the dialect's eyes.

"If only it were that easy," he said.

"This is just the beginning."

It's really just the beginning.

Starting from the dialect, almost all the peers who live in Hehuatan have been hurt.

"The first discriminatory remarks that appeared were about my parents' occupation. They sold marinated intestines at the night market, and I often helped prepare them. So they said that my house was full of pig manure, and I stink too. Dumps are even worse."

"Then what developed were the children of our family who were doing business in the Hehuatan Night Market. They said that we don't like cleanliness, and the environment at home is also poor..."

"All kinds of inexplicable and vicious words fell on us like a mountain collapsed, and we were so young at that time that we couldn't breathe..."

Mu Heng felt a sudden pain in his hand.

Ke Han's mood changed a bit, he couldn't control it, so he could only hold Mu Heng's hand which was closest to his hand, trying to soothe his empty heart.

He was really full of fear.

But he chose to carry infinite fear and live with great courage.

What dialects have suffered are things that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Most people may have only seen and heard of this kind of thing in stories and news, and it always feels far away from them.

Too far away to be real.

After finishing speaking in dialect, he raised his head and looked at Mu Heng.

The air was suddenly quiet.

"I beat up the male classmate I saw who told others that my mother was a street girl, so I took a punishment."

"At that time, I was still too young, and I was angry, and my actions were neither serious nor serious."

Fang Yan paused and lowered his head, as if he saw the scene of that year through the cup of milk tea.

"However, I'm not really stupid. At least in the end, I found out that my deskmate, my second best friend, classmate Yan Zhao, has always been jealous of my number one."

"Thinking about it now, I even wonder if he deliberately promoted the appearance of those disgusting and biased remarks in order to make me leave and make him the number one..."

Mu Heng calmly listened to the dialect talking about his experiences upside down.

He flipped his phone back and forth between his slender knuckles several times, and finally stopped in one position.

"If you start studying seriously now, you will still be saved."

After a pause: "I don't want what you said to happen again, would you like to help?"