to look back

It was night, the moon was dark and the breeze blew.

In the center of Linyun City, a helicopter landed on the newly built 133-story Han Long Group headquarters building, which was funded by Linyun’s richest man Han Feiyu, spent tens of millions of millions.

A middle-aged man with black sunglasses walked out of the plane, wearing a black suit. That was me, the chairman of Hanlong Group, Zuo Han.

I walked straight to a presidential suite on the 133rd floor. In a bedroom, a charming woman was wearing only a translucent veil and serving my broad clothes...

Finally, I took off my glasses, black hair, national face, and a determined face. I am indeed a real Chinese, but my eyes are weird blue.

"Mr. Han... I have actually liked you for a long time..." The enchanting woman had big, watery eyes on her oval face. The tight shorts wrapped around her high buttocks, and her slender milky white legs showed unparalleled temptation.

I have a lot of impression on this girl. In junior high school, I even sold blood to buy her birthday gifts in order to pursue her, but she did not invite me on her birthday.

"When did you start to like me?" I lowered my head and kissed the snow-white neck of this tall beauty who was only a little lower than me. I am afraid I can't sleep again tonight... Once upon a time, her white legs aroused my desire!

"Ah... from the first time I saw you..." This beauty enjoyed my touch, constantly seducing my favor. But rationally, I knew that what she liked was my money. If I died tragically on the street tomorrow, she wouldn't even look at the man who had been with her for a night of spring last night.

"Haha, is that?" I picked her up and threw it on the bed. There was a wave of turbulence in her chest, and I pressed her under me...

A night of clouds and rain. The woman's ###, my roar... two snow-white bodies rolled on the bed in various ways...

The next day, when she woke up, I had already left. The woman got up, and there was only a note in front of the bed: "Miss Han Yu, I have never liked you. You are just my tool for venting desires. Second only."

The woman covered her mouth and started crying. But when she saw a check on the other side of the bed, she stopped crying instantly.

At this time, I was driving my plane overlooking the panoramic view of Linyun City. It was another clear day, and the sun was just beginning to rise. It was my habit to fly around the sky every day.

Looking at every place in Linyun City reminds me of the unbearable past.

It was a road paved with blood donation. Brothers, are you also like me, overlooking this turbid world in the sky?

Every campus is a society, and every society has different levels and unspoken rules.

When I was in junior high school, I was the most bullied student in my class.

When playing basketball, they don’t want me, even if I have the highest shooting percentage in the class;

When playing table tennis, they don’t want me, even if I have won the Youth Table Tennis League championship.

Every day, many people hit me for no reason, and I didn't even dare to say a word, because once I spoke, they would hit me even harder.

In my junior high school, those were years of suffering, those unbearable years, those devilish years.

However, I persisted.

Because, in my junior high school years, she existed.

I don’t know which class she is from, I only know that she is older than me. Her eyes are big and bright, and she is very beautiful. Her face is fair and bangs. She always looks smiling. I wish I could be with her.

However, every time I try to avoid her, because the classmates in our class often call me and insult me ​​in public.

"Zuo Han, wash the clothes for labor and capital!"

"Zuo Han, have you written your homework? If Labor and Capital are punished to stand today, you can wait to sleep outside the dormitory tonight!"

Even when I go to the bathroom, someone will deliberately go to me.

The reason why I was bullied by everyone was because I offended Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang is a gangster, with no outstanding features, and he is stuttering. He looks the lowest in our class. In terms of body size, he is the weakest. However, I fought with him in the first year of junior high school, and he asked many people to help beat me alone. In the end, I endured the wounds all over my body and found the head teacher, hoping that she would help me get justice.

As a result, the head teacher said, "Why didn't he hit you just if he didn't hit someone else?"

For three years, the class teacher solved the fight problems in the whole class with an oracle-like sentence. All the victims were speechless after hearing this, as if they were the murderer and could only admit their mistakes.

If that teacher helped me seek justice at that time, I would probably rely on my IQ, at least Tsinghua University or Peking University. Now that teacher can show off his own good student while talking to neighbors.

However, when I complained to her, she was playing fun in the office without her head, and I didn't even raise her head. I didn't bother her to play games at all, so she sent her out.

Next, I became the most bullied boy in the class. The boys beat me if they have anything to do. They have developed a habit. The girls are ashamed of talking to me. Only my deskmate, a pure girl, pity me, always helping me and making me resist. Every time she asked me to resist, I just smiled miserably. What should I do to resist? Every time I muster up the courage to beat Xiao Qiang, who was alone, was beaten up by Xiao Qiang and others, taking off my pants in the class, and lighting my hair with a lighter after class... All kinds of tricks emerged one after another.

I have told my parents that the problem is that I can't meet my parents for a year. I only know where they are in Beijing and where they are? What do they do? I don't know anything. Every month, my parents just give me living expenses on time. Apart from that, there is no concept of parents in my dictionary.

I just mixed up day by day, and I even thought of death, but at that time I didn’t even have the courage to die. I was like their slave. The more I was determined and trembling, I wanted to pour into them, the more I saw their eyes rolling. Am I born not liked by others? Then why did Zhang Ming, the next neighbor’s house, play well with me?

The school I studied was Linyun No. 3 Middle School, a noble school, decided by my parents. In this school, I have no background. Xiao Qiang’s father is a cadre in the town and has given many gifts to the head teacher. The head teacher always smiles and takes it: "Don’t worry! Your Xiao Qiang is in our school and can’t suffer any loss!"

Xiao Qiang did not suffer any loss, nor did the class teacher suffer any loss. But everything changed when I was in the third year of junior high school. Fifteen problem students were transferred to our class.
Chapter completed!