Back in the dormitory, Isha felt a wave of fatigue set over her, and after hastily settling Vera, she threw herself on the bed and fell unconscious.

The next day.

Isha was walking on her way to breakfast, and for some reason she always felt as if something wasn't quite right.

There are often people around her who look at her strangely, as if they are looking at some strange species.

The students who passed by would also approach and whisper a few words, and she heard a few bursts of laughter.

A familiar and long-lost feeling of suffocation came to her heart, and words that she hadn't heard for a long time came to her heart—

ridicule, exclusion, isolation.

Breathing became rapid.

The picture that I never want to recall again suddenly came to ....... front of my eyes

On campus, in the corridors.

The two girls held hands and shared interesting stories with each other, and the autumn wind blew the golden leaves on one of the girls' heads, and the other girl immediately reached out to help her remove them.

Walking around the campus with your peers when you were young was supposed to be a beautiful and evocative experience.

........ But she's not.

The hearty laughter of the two in front of her only stimulated her eardrums, and she walked behind them, not far away, quietly listening to the laughter of the two, like their ........

Retinue.

To put it mildly, it might be called ....... Yes

, she was abandoned.

Well....... There is not even a reason.

The reason? As long as you don't want to play with her, anything can be a reason, right?

The girls' class is like this, a little little thing can be infinitely magnified, and it is boring to form a gang and form a small group in the class all day long.

But at that time, she didn't understand, she didn't know anything, she was just a white girl who was scolded and bullied.

"Do you know what it's like for a late-blooming girl to be bullied?"

"

Not to refute and resist, not to swallow her anger, but to be there, because she had never been treated like this. "

Yes, in that world, simplicity and late maturing are inherently wrong.

Because she is kind and easy to talk to, gradually no one in the class gives her real respect anymore.

- because she is a bully.

That world is so hypocritical, really hypocritical.......

said that she would always be a friend, said that she would not be wronged because ........of other people's words, and said that she would communicate well with any conflicts in the future

They broke their promise.

Swindler.

It's all liars.

Some people in the class didn't like her, so they privately gave her some unpleasant nicknames.

Although it is nothing more than some "Great Virgin", "Good Girl", "Good Old Man" and the like, yin and yang are weird.

But for her at that time, the blow was quite big, and she even wondered if she had committed some heinous crime, which was ridiculous.

Later, immersed in the pain of losing her friends, being ostracized and isolated, she gradually became withdrawn, less talkative, and less smiling.

Later, she always walked around the campus alone, ate alone, went to the shop alone, and played alone.

But she still longs for someone to care about her, and she will be overjoyed to greet her with a smile when someone asks a sudden question.

Because, finally, someone is willing to talk to her.......

But when they turn their heads, they laugh at her with others, calling her stupid and cheap.

And then .......

No, don't reminisce anymore.

Isha forced her brain to stop the painful images, and a familiar figure approached her not far away.

It's Delia.

Isha took a deep breath and shook the non-existent out of her head.

Whatever memories are broken, they are all gone.

However, Delia's words made her stunned once again.

- "Isha, I made some new friends yesterday, shall we sit with them later?"

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