Although I feel embarrassed to say this, my appearance is actually very good. I have been praised since I was in elementary school. My parents’ acquaintances will also use words such as "beautiful" and "cute" to describe me when they meet me.

Me. Of course, that was only in elementary school.

The next day, when I appeared in the class, everyone looked at me with surprised expressions. The boys' eyes fell on me for the first time, and their eyes were surprised, as if they thought I was a new classmate who had just transferred.

generally.

When I walked towards the girls I usually talked to, their expressions made me feel interesting. They were all at a loss. They stuttered and were unable to respond to the topics I raised. They just evaded words, even among them.

The two people even grabbed each other's hair because of the push, and were in a state of embarrassment.

In fact, I didn't change much. I just spread my hair, took off the glasses I always wore on my face, and put on some light makeup that suited me according to the guidance of the beauty shop clerk.

But it was this that made me attract a lot of attention in the class. The change from Sudra to Kshatriya was so simple that it made me a little forgetful.

On that day, all the boys' eyes were focused on me, and the girls also looked at me with complicated eyes, as if they were thinking about how to please me, a high-caste girl, in order to gain a higher status in the class.

There is only one difference, her attitude towards me is the same as before.

When I mustered up the courage to say a few words to her about my "transformation", she raised her head and showed me a gentle and peaceful smile as before.

She completely turned a blind eye to my "transformation".

Once again, I ran away from her with a blushing face, cursing myself in my heart for not living up to expectations.

Obviously what I care about most is her evaluation, but she didn't say a word to me. Could it be that she was angry and complained that she changed her hairstyle casually?

My heart was full of uneasiness, but I couldn't find anyone to talk to. I was thinking about her and couldn't listen to anything the teacher said.

"Student, please pay attention in class."

Someone knocked on my desk and said to me with a gentle smile.

I raised my head and saw a handsome guy with permed and dyed hair smiling at me. He was our new class teacher in the third grade of junior high school. He was very handsome and his lectures were also very interesting. Both men and women in the class liked him.

I am no exception, I have a good impression of him.

His concern this time was not just an example. In the following days, he showed a level of care for me that far exceeded that of a teacher or student. He seemed to have discovered my melancholy and kept touching me with humorous words.

Smiling softly.

Gradually, I seemed to fall in love with this male teacher, and I no longer thought about her. I also gradually became familiar with the interactions with the girls, and talked with them in a proactive tone.

I have a feeling in my heart that maybe I am already in love, and my love partner is this handsome male teacher.

I gradually got used to this kind of life, and I thought, maybe, this is the life I want to live in the third grade of junior high school.

Until that day.

I still remember the evening of that day. The setting sun shone outside, as if the painter accidentally spilled watercolor on the canvas, showing a large area of ​​orange and yellow brilliant colors, which was so beautiful.

I was the student on duty that day, and I was setting up the table alone after everyone left. Just when my work was about to end, a man walked in from outside, and it was my teacher.

He gave me a gentle smile, offered to help me tidy up, and praised my effort, which looked cute.

I blushed, shook my head and rejected his request, speeding up the sorting.

He saw my actions, laughed, and continued talking to me as if nothing was wrong. Gradually, his topics became more and more explicit.

Until, he put his hand on my shoulder.

My body trembled, and fear instantly rushed into my heart. Although I did like him a little, I suddenly realized that it was just a girl's attachment to a reliable man, not a love between lovers.

I knew very well that I couldn't stay in the same room with him, as that would be dangerous. I forcefully moved his hand on my shoulder away, picked up my handbag and hurriedly walked toward the door.

However, the next moment, my heart sank.

He had no intention of letting me leave, and stepped in front of me. His smile was still gentle, but it made me shudder.

He said, "Why are you panicking?" and "Don't you like me?" He walked towards me step by step, caressed my lightly made-up cheek, and brought his face towards me——

I hit him hard in the face with my handbag, causing him to fall to the ground in a panic, and pushed the desk a meter away, making a harsh friction sound.

My palms were trembling, my body was trembling, and every cell in my body was telling me that I must escape from here. This person is a scumbag who wants to attack students, and I must leave here!

However, he laughed, a ferocious laugh. He took off his good-natured face, grabbed my wrist with his broad palm, pushed me hard to the ground, and started tearing up my clothes.

I struggled, cried, and begged for mercy, trying to get this dressed-up beast to let me go, but it had no effect on him. It seemed to be a catalyst that made him enjoy it even more. He sneered indifferently, and I had no strength to resist.

Throwing it on the ground, he stood up and took off his belt.

I knew what was going to happen next, and I also knew that he would never be as gentle as what I secretly saw my parents do.

My life is over... I thought in despair.

I made my final insistence and closed my eyes, not wanting to let his ugliness contaminate my eyes. At this time, I calmed down, and suddenly there was an image of her looking up from the book and showing her face to me.

The picture of the same smile as always.

Today's sunset is really beautiful. If... I could see her reading a book under the sunset and smiling at me, I would definitely engrave it in my DNA... I'm so surprised

I thought so.

The next moment, I felt something warm splashing on my face.

My eyes were dark, but my thinking was more active - this must be something he wanted to use to taint me. I originally thought it would be a more foul smell, but it turned out that it was just an ordinary smell of rust.

Ah, just like the taste of blood...

......Blood?

I opened my eyes, and what was in front of me was not his disgusting thing. Although his face also aroused my disgust now, when I saw his mouth wide open and his frightened expression, I smiled instead.

Got up.

It turns out that this guy would also show such an expression. It was really retribution. The person in front of me was obviously still bleeding, and the warm liquid was flowing on the floor, soaking my indoor shoes, but surprisingly, I

Didn't feel any fear.

Presumably, it must be the sense of security that the person behind him brings me.

She was standing behind him, her hair disheveled like mine, her expression cold, as if she was looking at an insignificant remnant.

She opened her eyes when she saw me, and there was no fear in her pupils. She just stared at her blankly, as if she was trying hard to think about what happened. She laughed and showed me the same gentle smile as always.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from the window, blowing her disheveled hair, and the beautiful sunset reflected in my eyes through her hair.

In the time after that, she always accompanied me with a gentle smile like violet. She would always sit in the room filled with dazzling golden sunset light, happily turning over one page after another.

The pages of the book listen to me one story after another.

Whenever she stares at me with her sweet and shining eyes; whenever she reaches out her white hand, holds mine and encourages me with her eyes; whenever she opens her red lips, she seems to be whispering to me.

Some secret times.

I don’t know why, but I always feel restless and restless, my heart beats faster, and I feel warm in my heart.

I don’t know why, but every time I am separated from her, I feel sad and have difficulty breathing when I want to see her.

Actually, I know.

From the day she turned her back to me with a gentle smile, I knew that this was love.

Although I don’t know when it started, it must have started a long time ago. During those warm and incredible days, I began to have various feelings for her.
Chapter completed!