The sun in Yangon in the afternoon is like a warm egg hanging high in the sky.
Gu Weijing walked through the green corridor at the school gate carrying his schoolbag.
People come and go,
Students from the programming club are using Lego bricks to build a venue for the robot competition on a small playground not far away.
Athletes holding football helmets and girls wearing black and white dance skirts passed him noisily and playfully.
Spring is high and full of vitality,
Even the cry of the skylarks in the shade of the trees seemed full of vitality.
The academic pressure of international schools is not high. Most students here choose to study abroad, so it is not as demanding as most Asian middle schools.
No matter which grade you are in, there are no classes around three or four o'clock.
The rest is rehearsal time for various student clubs.
Gu Weijing turned on his cell phone and was about to call an Uber to go to the orphanage to paint as usual, but suddenly found that the atmosphere at the school gate was a little quiet.
Five or six people who didn't look like serious students were gathering at the green flower bed in the corridor at the school entrance to smoke.
Most of them looked like students, but they were not wearing Dulwich uniforms, and they exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
"Delinquent outside school?"
Gu Weijing frowned.
With the school's security staff, ordinary social gangsters will definitely not be able to get in.
However, during daily club activity time, their campus public facilities will be open to several nearby local high schools with a fraternity nature.
Dulwich College, a boutique aristocratic high school with a small class system, has a large school and few students.
There are only about a hundred people in one grade, and there may not be enough people to rehearse a large-scale stage play. There are also some inter-school competitions and so on.
They are all students anyway, sharing some infrastructure on campus with surrounding schools and receiving government subsidies.
Therefore, students from other schools can use their student cards to enter the Dulwich campus during campus club open days.
This gives some bad students a chance to sneak in.
Gu Weijing had heard rumors before that students at Dewei were being blackmailed by bad actors.
But these gangsters are not completely brainless.
They only picked those who were easy to bully, and would not offend students with tough backgrounds and ruthless backgrounds like Coco and Jerry, so no big troubles ever happened.
He didn't want to provoke these people, so he lowered his head and took a few steps to the side, preparing to stay away from this group of people.
"Is your name Gu Weijing?"
The leader of the bad guys suddenly stood up and stopped in front of Gu Weijing when he passed by, and pointed at Gu Weijing's chest with the hand holding a cigarette.
As the boss stood up, the other middle school students in the gang seemed to have heard some kind of signal and surrounded him with cheers.
They squeezed Gu Weijing with their bodies and forced him to the corner of the corridor.
The leading student was holding a cigarette with a sly smile on his face, but his eyes were very sinister.
"Everyone, if you want to blackmail, it would be smarter to do it outside the school, right?"
Gu Weijing asked expressionlessly, his tone even mocking.
After seeing a ruthless character like Baldhead who arranged to kill people on the street and still smiled without changing his expression, he really didn't like these young and Dangerous delinquent students.
This is the Dulwich campus, they don't dare to go too far, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Besides, if they want to blackmail themselves, it's really not a good choice.
All he had in his body was the one hundred dollars in cash in his school uniform pocket, which was not a small amount, but Dulwich had more money than the other students he had with him.
"Blackmail? The brothers still look down upon you for your little money. If you are Gu Weijing, our boss would like to get to know you."
A gangster said playfully.
This scene in the green corridor also attracted the attention of other Dulwich students passing by.
Some of them have recognized the identity of the leader with a parted hair.
The guy's cousin is what people call a "gangster". He runs three Internet cafes, two billiard halls, and a go-kart parlor on a nearby commercial street. He is very powerful.
He himself was the eldest among the bad students in the nearby No. 1 Middle School in Yangon. It is said that he once bullied several classmates to the point of dropping out of school.
"Hey, hey, hey, there's another person in the corridor at the entrance of our school being surrounded by the group from No. 1 Middle School."
"Who is the boy in the middle? Does anyone know him? This guy is probably in trouble."
"Listening to their conversation, their name is Gu Weijing. I seem to have some impression of this name. The senior who ranks first in grade 13 seems to have this name."
"Isn't he a good student? Why did he get into trouble with these people? Do I need to inform the teacher or the student union?"
"Wait and see, I'm not taking action now, I'm just talking, who knows what's going on."
Many students in Dewei were curious to watch the excitement from a distance, but no one was willing to get close due to the force of separation.
"Yes, I'm Gu Weijing, but I'm not interested in getting to know you."
Gu Weijing nodded.
"Please get out of the way, I'm in a hurry." He said calmly, without much fear in his tone.
When faced with such little gangsters, the more scared you appear, the more arrogant they become.
"Fuck, this kid is so fucking arrogant. What's going on? Boss, give him a lesson?" Someone next to him stared at Gu Weijing and said with a sinister smile: "Invite him to smoke or take a bath?"
Just like parties, bullying has always been a part of Western high school.
Dulwich College has a special anti-bullying policy in its school regulations, and employs psychological teachers to provide psychological counseling for students who have been bullied.
At every opening ceremony, the principal will raise questions about related issues.
But just like the famous saying, sometimes the less something is lacking, the easier it is for people to promote something.
Even without these bad students in local middle schools, the problem of bullying in schools has always existed objectively.
Please smoke and please take a shower, both are classic bullying traditions at Yangon Middle School.
The former refers to covering a person's mouth and inserting a burning cigarette into his nostrils. It only takes more than ten seconds, and it is guaranteed to cause choking and tears. It is so miserable.
Please take a shower is more insulting.
Strip you naked in front of girls in public, pour ice mineral water on your head, or even worse, throw you into the urinal.
The viciousness of the imagination of school bullies has never been beyond the imagination of adults.
These methods basically cannot detect injuries, but almost all lead to social death. Even if you are given a semester of psychological counseling classes, it will be difficult to make up for the damage to your soul.
Apart from anything else, for boys who need self-esteem the most in adolescence, you will never be able to hold your head high if you are stripped naked in front of girls.
This is a lifelong psychological scar.
Given a choice, they would even prefer to be beaten.
There was a school shooting in Florida in the 1980s. The cause was that the gunman was stripped naked by his classmates in the corridor and then his head was pushed into a urinal.
Gu Weijing had heard of the bullying methods used by these bad boys, but he had never seen one, and he had never been bullied before.
It’s not about how skilled he is,
But in the past, Mona was the president of the female student union in the school. With her "covering" her, the bullies generally would not come to trouble Gu Weijing.
"It's not that I'm interested in getting to know you. It's Brother Miao who wants to talk to you."
They split up and blew out a smoke ring to Gu Weijing.
He raised his hand and pointed at the dark and thin high school student wearing a Dulwich uniform who was sitting on the bench in the corridor. Lao Shenzai was watching this scene. He threatened Gu Weijing and said, "You better be honest!"
After saying that, he nodded towards Miao Angwen and said flatteringly: "Brother Miao, the person has been found."
This is what his cousin personally told him to serve him well.
They can only dominate among the students separately, but his cousin is a truly senior underworld elite.
Usually, there are always various people coming to pay homage and make offerings.
But,
A few weeks ago, he saw with his own eyes in the billiard hall that his cousin, who in his eyes was already awesome to the heavens, was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe in front of the bald man with a tattoo of Buddha's head.
He finally knew what the true aura of a mafia tycoon was.
In his mind, the bald man was obviously a legend in martial arts, such as the chief rudder of the Tiandihui, and Miao Angwen, who was following the bald man that day, naturally had a high status in the underworld.
During the time they were separated, they always considered themselves each other's younger brother, running errands in front of and behind the scenes.
The other party wanted to stop someone by doing something today, so he agreed without even thinking about it.
Miao Angwen admired Gu Weijing, who was surrounded by the bad guys for a moment, but did not see the fearful and uneasy look on his face that he expected.
"Still pretending to be calm."
He was a little disappointed.
Miao Angwen had enough reasons to dislike Gu Weijing.
In fact, there are more people in the school who are more prominent than Gu Weijing.
Miao Angwen didn't need to be jealous, but he didn't know why. From very early on, he disliked Gu Weijing very much.
People are most likely to hate people who are similar to themselves.
Especially since everyone is a poor loser and he needs to run errands for the rich second generation to earn pocket money, Gu Weijing can live a calm life in school.
At the Rose Valentine's Day party in May of the previous year, this dislike reached its peak and even turned into hatred.
It was the first time in their lives that these students participated in a social dance as senior students, and everyone was very excited.
The cheerleader, who wanted to be prom queen at the time, was going to wear leather tights and sing Taylor Swift's "Love Story" at the prom.
Kou Kou has always been a model of a lingering and sexy beauty in Miao Angwen's mind.
Especially the way she looks when she puts on her dance skirt,
The tight bra made her plump breasts rise high.
The leather skirt on her lower body, which only reached the top of her thighs, could not cover up the beautiful curves of her legs, which were tempered by her dancing skills.
While singing and dancing, glistening sweat clung to her bare flesh-colored shoulders. She was so hot that she didn't look like a high school girl.
The object of Miao Aung Win's sexual dreams every time was this campus goddess with a cute and charming face.
He even dreamed of turning into a small skull-like necklace that matched the earrings, so that it could be buried close to Kou Kou's undulating chest.
School uniforms or prom dresses are allowed for school dances.
Students from well-off families have always paid attention to dressing.
Boys and girls from the wealthy class secretly compete with each other over their clothes, like peacocks spreading their tails.
You wear Balenciaga, I wear Armani and a Gucci tie. You wear Armani, and I wear a tailor's handmade custom dress.
Anyone who comes to school wearing a school uniform is almost like having the words "I am a poor loser" tattooed on their face.
It's like a pheasant sneaking into the peacock's team.
In order not to look shabby at the school dance, Miao Aung Win fawned over the rich guys in school every day, did their homework for them, cheated on exams at the risk of being expelled, and saved money for a year.
He also asked for three hundred dollars from his father who worked hard as a driver for others, which was their family's monthly income.
Then I rented a high-end prom dress from a luxury store in Xihe District. For the first time in my life, I felt proud and came to the prom without feeling inferior to my classmates.
Miao Angwen had been preparing for this dance for a whole year, but Gu Weijing ruined it all when he entered the banquet, and it only took three minutes.
Gu Weijing came in his school uniform that day as usual.
In the past, Miao Aung Win could only wear school uniforms, but today he is different!
He was wearing a high-end dress, just like those children from the wealthy class, he was a real "superior"!
Miao Angwen specially ran to Gu Weijing, showing off his high-end dress with gemstone sleeve studs, as if to prove that he had stepped on the other person.
He expected an expression of jealousy and longing on Gu Weijing's face.
As a result, the other party still looked calm and relaxed, nodded and said softly, she is very beautiful, but I can't afford such good clothes.
"You look good dressed like this. I feel very energetic!"
Miao Angwen originally wanted to say some showy ridicule, but was interrupted by Miss Sandnu.
The beautiful girl holding Gu Weijing's arm, wearing a blue dress and silk gloves, just looked at Miao Angwen casually and comforted her boyfriend.
"You must not imitate his vanity, sticking a green onion in a pig's nose. Those from a wealthier family wear high-end dresses and like to show off trivial things. Anyway, they are not earned by themselves. Isn't it terrible that the family is poor, but it is very poor. You also have to rely on the costumes that come from nowhere to show off five or six people, which is all bark and no bite."
Miss Sandnu turned her head, smiled at Gu Weijing, and then said: "Don't be envious. When you make money in the future, you can buy some clothes for me to wear. It's good that you wear school uniforms now. I like it... Do you want to Dance, if you don’t want to dance, I’ll make you a small cake.”
The girl's voice was not quiet, and even caused bursts of laughter in the passage to the ball.
Some of these laughs were directed at Myo Aung Win, and some were not.
But whether it was true or not, it fell into his ears with incomparable mockery and irony.
He had worked hard for this ball for a whole year, but in an instant the beautiful dress was stripped off by the laughter, and the label of vanity was attached to him.
"Barking dogs..."
"Miss Sandenou's description is really accurate. He really has a green onion in his nose. Look at this guy, he doesn't even know such a simple rule that the third button of the ball gown should not be fastened. He is indeed a country bumpkin. Maybe it's wrong. The clothes are all rented.”
"What's wrong? He must have been rented here to show off. His name is Miao Aung Win. Do you know what his father does? He's a driver for others."
"The driver's son...hehe, such a person can sneak into Dulwich... Our school's admissions policy is really..."
Wherever Miao Aung Win went, he could hear such discussions in his ears.
These faint sneers were like an ice pick piercing his heart, making him feel cold all over.
How could he not hate Gu Weijing!
(End of chapter)
