It seemed that for a long time afterwards, I was also gossiped about because of this dark history. I was in danger of being expelled just after one year of high school, which shows how bad the thing I did was.
When I had a fight with a boy, I caused his right leg to be broken. Naturally, I was sent to the police station by the boy's parents. Because I kept my mouth shut when the teachers and leaders asked me the reason, even though the head teacher repeatedly advised me earnestly not to ruin my future.
At this time, I think sometimes the world is leaning towards me. For example, my teachers all hope that there is another hidden story behind this matter.
My whole body was not in good shape either. My forehead, chin, and back were all covered with wounds. My white school uniform T-shirt was stained with an unpleasant smell of blood. The pain from the fractured right forearm made me want to vomit, but everyone's attention was focused on the boy.
The police in the police station seemed to have never encountered someone as difficult as me. After all, I was just a student at that time, but I was not afraid of his threats at all. He was inevitably a little frustrated. But I also knew that he had many ways to deal with "bad boys" like me.
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