His wrists were sore, his eyes seemed to be a little blurred, time passed quickly, and the environment finally became a little quieter. Wu Hao went to the public toilet and immediately lay down in the bed.

As for washing up before going to bed?

There is really no extravagance in such an environment. Wu Hao has never washed up and no one around him has washed up.

For people here, washing is just a means to make themselves look more energetic when going out.

As for maintaining personal hygiene and maintaining dental health, those are not within their thinking.

People who work in labor are more or less sick due to overwork. Children do not know what pain means.

I woke up the next morning and brushed my teeth with cold water and washed my face with cold water. I walked on the way to school with my schoolbag and put on my black red scarf. It seemed that the whistling past was sealed, and it was about to say that his face was blown to ice.

Wu Hao held the charcoal in his hand and placed it on the edge of the podium early. He didn't want to talk to the teacher or see the hypocritical smile of the head teacher.

This world needs to change!

And the change that belongs to Wu Hao is in his story.

However, he would not have brought him to school in the past when he wrote the storybook.

The reason is very simple, he is afraid of being laughed at.

For a person who is always used as a negative textbook to be preached by the teacher, he is inferior in writing things.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so entangled in writing love letters for the electronic game that does not exist. It's just a conceptual aggregate.

He likes stories he writes, but he doesn't want to show them to others.

Because in his opinion, showing others the stories he wrote is like showing himself naked to the readers.

That was so exciting. He was still a child and could not stand the stimulation of the exposure...

However, perhaps because he went to bed too late last night, he was a little confused, but today he accidentally brought his story to school.

When he took it out of his schoolbag, he quickly stuffed it into the table and hid it.

However, the students who were more annoying around him, saw that he was hiding something, and he quickly pulled out his eyes and hands.

"Let me see what you are hiding!" said the classmate.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me quickly!" Wu Hao shouted.

"Why give it back to you! I got this with my own ability!"

"That's my thing!"

"What, you said it was yours? Is your name on it?"

"have!"

"I won't give it back to you if there is one!"

The bell rang, morning class one, three or five is reading the text aloud, and two, four or six is ​​reading the book by yourself.

Today is Thursday, and it is the day to read books by yourself.

The classmate still didn't return the book to Wu Hao until class, and Wu Hao was extremely anxious.

But what's the use of being anxious?

Did you report to the teacher that he stole his own things?

Let’s not talk about the story what the teacher responded to after reading it. Even if the teacher didn’t see it, the teacher would say, “Why did he just stole your stuff instead of others’ stuff? If the fly doesn’t bite seamless eggs, it must be that you have a problem with yourself!”

Although Wu Hao always felt that it seemed that it was unreasonable to the teacher when he said this, the teacher spoke loudly, and she was the reason.

If you really say that the teacher makes no sense, what can you say?

If you refute yourself, the teacher will definitely notify your parents.

Notify your parents that you don’t know if the belt or stick is broken.

"Oh! It hurts so much!"

Wu Hao accidentally encountered the swelling on his body again.

It's so painful to live...

If you can hide...

Just by yourself...

An emotion that hated this world erupted from Wu Hao's heart.

Unfortunately, his thoughts do not have the strange energy to change reality.

The world does not change its appearance just because it hates it.

However, something happened during the morning class.

"You are copying the story above?" asked the classmate who snatched his notebook.

"Where did you copy it? I wrote it myself!" Wu Hao said angrily.

Whatever writers hate the most is probably the case that he is copying.

Of course, a real plagiarist will not say that he is copying things.

Just like a cheater, it’s not like he is unwilling to say that he is cheating.

Um……

There should be a sentence here.

Lu Wei Ben Niu (meow)!

Wu Hao cherishes what he wrote very much. He feels that every story he wrote is alive.

They have no worries of their own, not so much pain, but only carefreeness and revenge.

When you encounter something, you can only escape or pray that the force that hits you is not that strong.

But the people in the stories they wrote can avenge their grudges. When they see who makes them unhappy, the unhappy things will disappear.

If the teacher criticizes him, he can use his fist to knock the teacher out of the earth.

The feeling of joy and trembling every time he wrote about it, he felt his whole body trembling.

"You wrote it?" The classmate's face was full of disbelief.

However, Wu Hao did not reply this time.

"It's really what you wrote?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The classmate was shocked in his tone.

"This... such a beautiful story was written by you, a guy who never passed the exam? If it was really written by you, please continue writing quickly! As long as you write it, I will not bully you!" said the classmate.

Wu Hao did not make any trouble, but took the notebook back and hugged it in his arms.

He doesn't want his story to be seen by others. He doesn't care how others read the story he wrote. He just wants to have a world that he can control.

In that world, there is no pain, no disaster, and there is nothing to do.

There is no annoying noise in the protagonist's life, and he has the magical power of the game character. When he sees the teacher is unhappy, he can directly knock the teacher out of the earth. If he wants to learn, he can stuff the book into his mouth and chew it and then chew it all.

What a wonderful world that is!

No matter how much his classmates talked to him, Wu Hao didn't speak anymore.

He closed himself in a closed world.

He seemed to be transformed into the protagonist in the story, making the whole world tremble under his superpowers.

It's a pity...

This is reality...

The class bell rang.

Wu Hao hid his notebook in the innermost part of the table and took out the textbook to use for this class.

"Attend class!"

"stand up!"

"Hello, classmates!"

"Hello teacher!"

A new class began, and Wu Hao gradually escaped from his fantasy and began to face this world where he could not do anything.

The classmates who teased him were full of stories he had just seen.

I really want to see it!

Want to see it very much!

I really want to do it!

good!

female……
Chapter completed!