[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

Originally, I wanted to reply directly to [Passerby B] in the comment column, but after writing it, I found that it seemed a bit too much? ? ?Then just send it out as a side story, yes, it's just so willful [Hey, hey, hey! 】

It has been more than half a year since the opening of "Yes, This Is a University", and I often receive comments from little angels saying that I am tired, uncomfortable, and unhappy after watching it.It is also my fault to make you feel unhappy. After all, I have to admit that this article does have a lot of heart and body abuse, and it is not over yet...

At the beginning, I also wanted to write a relaxed and happy Tucao article, but I don't know why I went astray.I clearly know that the focus of novels is dramatization. It is often said that art is higher than life, and the purpose is to write so that everyone can enjoy it.

It's a pity that I somehow want to reproduce some stories every time, and I want to substitute many, many people and things that come to my mind. I am full of "what would happen if it happened in reality", so I wrote this kind of article. Cloudy and moaning articles.

I apologize to everyone here, if my words make you feel uncomfortable, or feel uncomfortable, then I am really sorry.

I also really want to write about a sweet girl who was pampered and grew up, cute and smart, the second generation of local rich and wealthy, happy and healthy without any worries. [Maybe such a pit will be opened in the future]

Let’s look at my daughter Brother Xi again. Her father doesn’t love her, and none of her relatives like her. There used to be two close friends in junior high school, but they broke up and parted ways in the second year of junior high because of a bunch of shit.

Most of the time she is straightforward and meaningless, occasionally she is inferior and sensitive, she is afraid of being hated when interacting with people, she is rational and likes to pretend to be stupid, she knows everything but doesn't reveal it.

It's self-protection.

She feels that others treat her well because of sympathy, and the way to solve everything is to choose a very extreme path.

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When encountering bad things, I like to rush forward first. First of all, I want to prove that I am not a coward, and the things that happened in junior high school will not happen again.Secondly, I feel that it doesn't matter if I get hurt. Anyway, this is the most convenient and a shortcut.

The so-called self-destruction is probably like this feeling.

I once had the idea of ​​committing suicide, and was urged by Orihara Lin to cut my wrists, and then I woke up, but I couldn't find the meaning of living hard, and wanted to be needed by others.

[I have saved so many people, I hope that one day someone will save me]

This is the true thought deep in my heart.

[Who will save me]

[no one can save me]

[Even I can't save myself]

A girl who has been deeply hurt by her family for more than ten years, we can't expect her to be mentally healthy. Maybe it doesn't appear on the surface, but she is actually very tired.

Parents occupy an extremely important position in a person's life.

Some stories in this article are completely taken from reality. I don’t know if you have encountered girls who are struggling to live in your life, but I have encountered more than one girl.

High school close friend ZAR’s family favors sons over daughters, and all the girls born to their parents were sold or given away, and then she was not given away because of strict inspections at that time, and her younger brother was born a year later, and then She has no place in the family.We are a boarding high school, and I haven’t seen her parents for three years. Sometimes I don’t pay her for living expenses, and I don’t have any clothes to wear in winter, so I wear all the summer, autumn and winter school uniforms on my body.

Even so, she is still pure and innocent, like a little sun.

Another junior high school friend, GXY, had very serious domestic violence. He was beaten no matter what he did. He was beaten when he was late after school, he was beaten when he didn’t finish his meal, he was beaten for staying in bed for 1 minute, and he was pulled from the bedside to the toilet with an electric wire. ...Every time I see me, I still smile happily, full of positive energy.

High school classmate HJ, her parents are separated and not divorced, she lives with her father, and she can see her father taking women home for the night every day, there are inflatable doll planes and cups at home, and her father even masturbates in front of her... and so on , many, many, all true, deceiving my whole family to death.

Even if life is like this, they have been working hard to live. My original intention of writing this article is actually to cheer for such girls.

In the comments, I said, "What can she do? She can die if she wants to," because I still can't find a way to save them. My friend is struggling to live. She has never enjoyed the love of a father and mother since she was a child. She is a superfluous existence at home. Apart from growing up quickly and being independent, I really can't think of any words to comfort her.

Cut off ties with parents? ? ?They are only sixteen or seventeen years old, what can they do if they break off their relationship?work to earn a living?Go to technical school?I can only study hard to get a good university, and then work early.

Now everyone has gone to different universities. After graduating from high school, ZAR lost contact with me. I don’t even know whether she is repeating or dropping out. I followed her home address to find her. The leader said that her family moved a few years ago. Now...every time I see her dark QQ profile picture, I miss her very much. I don't know where she is and how she is doing.

Our high school was divided into four classes in three years. The first time was just entering the military training. Boys and boys were in one class and girls were in one class to facilitate training. I was in the 25th Squadron.

Later, after the military training, I was assigned to Class 22, Senior One. At that time, arts and sciences were not divided into subjects. On the first day I went to report, I sat in the second row of the fourth group, and then the boy in front said there was someone there, so I stood up. , planning to go to the back row.

Suddenly there was a loud slap on the table behind me. I turned around and saw a thin and small girl sitting in the first row of the third group. She was looking at me and slapped the seat next to her with her left hand.

I asked her if there was anyone next to her, and she said no, so she sat down naturally.

Later, she mentioned me in her essay, saying that when I walked in from the door of the class, her first impression was that this girl’s hair was beautiful, and she was not at all embarrassed when she saw that I was sitting in someone else’s seat, so she stood up calmly and walked back. Just want to make friends.

ZAR is very cute, like a blank sheet of paper, she doesn't understand anything, and sat at the same table with me for more than half a year.At that time, I was still a non-mainstream, and I taught her a lot of sentences in the second grade.

I remember one evening self-study biology dictation. We were poor in both science subjects. The biology class representative stood on the podium holding a book and asked photosynthesis equations, enzymes, energy, chloroplasts, etc...

Because it was written on paper, we had to write the name of the class. We looked at each other, she left her name [Anonymous No. [-]], and I swiped [Man in Black No. [-]].

The next day, the representative of the biology class came over with a dictation paper and asked if it was ours. He said that the biology teacher checked the class roster and eliminated them one by one, vowing to find these two strange things...

Then we were fined to copy each equation twenty times.

So far, these two dictation papers are still pasted on the second page of my "Xinhua Idiom Dictionary".

At this point, I went to Little Penguin to search her space again. The little girl’s last comment was on January 2017, 1. There are only two comments in the space, which seems lonely.

She likes Zhang Qiling, especially.So after the first semester of high school, I didn't belong to the same class after the division of arts and sciences. I went to her dormitory building to find her bed, and stuffed all the tomb robber notes, postcards, comics, pencil case I bought and the little brother I drew in her. Under the pillow, planning to surprise her.

She didn't watch anime at first, but I was amazed by me every day, and she also watched the giant Tokyo Ghoul in One Piece Attack... At that time, I hadn't watched "Crimson Eyes" before, she watched it, and started talking to me non-stop Talk about the storyline.

In the end, the two of us frantically started to buy the card stickers in the canteen on campus. We squatted there to pick after school. I bought a bunch of full-time hunter One Piece, and she bought a bunch of Zhang Qiling.

Later, she gave me a card of a blue-haired handsome boy holding a husky. I didn’t watch Heizi’s basketball back then.

I also traded Asuna and her for a piece of Kiya [cover face]

When picking out the card stickers, I saw a lady with silver hair and double ponytails wearing a white LO suit and holding a black rabbit. We both agreed that she was pretty, so we secretly asked the boy next to me what anime it was.

To this day, I still remember the complicated and indescribable expression of that boy, he said, Yuan Zhikong.

The little girl studies theory, and I study literature. She said that the only relative who likes her is her grandpa. Grandpa died of cancer, so she wants to study medicine.

As I mentioned before, our science scores are about the same.Let me tell you a story——

After the physics exam in the first year of high school, she and I were called to the head teacher's office for tea.As soon as I entered the door, I saw the physics teacher and the class teacher turned their heads in unison, staring at us with suffocated eyes.

Looking at the test papers on the table again, my 34 was the first in the class, and her 56 was not the last, but it was also very poor.

The head teacher first talked to her a lot, mostly asking her why she did so poorly in the exam, did she listen to the class, etc., in a very gentle tone.

At this time, the physics teacher looked at me: "Even if you are blind, you can't make all the multiple-choice questions wrong."

I:……

Then the class teacher asked ZAR whether she should choose science or science, and she said without thinking about science.Immediately afterwards, the old class gave me an expression that said nothing, and said in a very natural way: "I don't need to ask you, do I?"

I:? ? ?

Teacher, I have all my lines ready, why don't you ask? !

In this way, she went farther and farther on the avenue of science, and those chemistry and physics, which seemed to be a big deal to me, were regarded as treasures by her.It's a pity that some people are born with hard hands in certain aspects, and no matter how hard they learn, they can never improve.

I was in Liberal Arts Class 23 in the second year of high school, and I was divided into the Liberal Arts and Art class in the third year of high school. My class number this time is the same as in the first year of high school, which is still class 22.I didn't fall out of the top ten in my third year of high school. Although I was still poor in math, after all, everyone was not good at math, and I was the general among the dwarfs.

There are three or four buildings between me and the ZAR teaching building, and two buildings between the dormitory building, so I rarely meet them.

After the college entrance examination, I did well in the exam. When I got the admission letter, I thought of her, and immediately poked her on the little penguin frantically and sent a lot of messages.

She didn't reply at all.

A classmate I know said that she failed the college entrance examination and seemed to be planning to repeat it.

When I went to find her again, there was no one there, as if the world had evaporated.

The tuition fees in our high school are quite expensive. The school is known as the No. [-] Prison in Jiangdong, and the management system is very strict.I have heard her say before that it is difficult for her parents to agree to her repetition.

Her family and I are not in the same city, so I went to find her in the county where she lived during the summer vacation. I took the home visit record form I had filled out and searched for a few hours before I found the exact location.

People go empty.

moved.

I was lost, and felt that I seemed to have missed something very important. In the third year of high school, I refused her request to eat together several times, canceled the plan to go to and from school together with reasons such as "it is troublesome not to be together in the classroom", circulated to each other, and always wrote long essays My little book also fell where I didn't know where to go. Probably, it was from here that the fetters disappeared.

Her nickname is Preserved Egg, and I am Qingcai.

Both of them have their own LOGO. I still use that stick figure for the picture of Little Penguin’s personal business card. It is a vegetable pattern that she randomly drew once and thought it was cute and looked like a radish.

The preserved eggs were missing, and the vegetables were safe and sound.

An Ran, An Ran.

her name.

I also discussed with her that such a name with an obvious Internet atmosphere is the same as my non-mainstream Internet name long ago.

She insisted on asking me what it was.

I struggled with it for a long time, and finally forced me in a low voice with embarrassment: "Smile Xiang Nuan, smile An Ran."

Then she laughed like an idiot and slapped her thighs frantically.

I was very unconvinced: "What! My old email address was still called [〃Exaggerated Sadness]! The information class in junior high school sends homework, and everyone in the class has to note the class name and student number. I just forgot and sent it to In the teacher's mailbox, a non-mainstream screen name is displayed on the PPT in an instant, standing alone among the student IDs of the class!"

At that time, the information teacher read it aloud and asked us who it was that exaggerated more than sadness.I felt very ashamed, so I quickly changed my name and sent it again, refusing to admit that I was sad...

The friendship between two people is always one party desperately running towards the other.

I am arrogant and cold, and I always refuse to admit that I am her girlfriend or good friend.Every time she wanted to hold my hand, I refused on the grounds of [I don't like others approaching].

She likes me so much.

She was just me.

But I chose a seat after a certain monthly exam and abandoned her. I packed up my things and sat next to another person without even saying hello, leaving her to choose my own seat.

Maybe this kind of total dependence made me feel very oppressed and uncomfortable, so I just forced her to grow up and let her not be too clingy to me.

If time goes back, I would rather let her follow me every day, say what she wants to say, hold hands as long as she wants, it doesn't matter how long she wants to be at the same table.

She was obviously a girl from 1998, one year older than me, but she was small and cute, like a junior high school student.

So later on, I had a good impression of this kind of girls, probably because of her.

——I don’t know how you are doing, and I don’t know where you are now. After this year’s college entrance examination is over, I will go to the school’s admission list to find your name.

So, sorry, thank you.

To all the lovely, pure, innocent, hard-working little angels I have met.My article is very similar to a newspaper, very much like a novel that vents the negative energy in my heart. I originally wanted to restore your life, but it seems to have failed.

No matter what, I want to continue writing this story.

Be kind to the girls around you, be less hostile and revengeful in life, read more books and newspapers, and study will make you outstanding.

When you become a parent, you must not abandon your children.Spend more time with your parents and tell them I love you.

This is my original intention.