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Today is the first day of my new life.
In the past 12 years, I have been able to shuttle back and forth between my parents' mechanical nagging and my teachers' close attention for decades, which can only be seen in articles praising heroes. But I have never felt like a hero because of this, but I feel more and more like an idiot. I am like a table tennis player with no spirit, being beaten around on the table. Others can get happiness by directing me, but I can only feel pain.
Fortunately, I graduated and barely got into a junior college. This summer vacation, my father often repeated a sentence to me-the little bastard didn't care how many points he got in the exam, and he finally went out. We should finally worry about it.
Whenever I hear my father say this, I always secretly laugh. Finally, I am no longer that rigid table tennis, but an asshole who looks similar to table tennis. As long as you wait until the day you go to school, the little turtle will hatch and get a new life.
Two months later, I got off the train with my luggage. Noise and heat make everyone's face full of irritability, but I am in a good mood. I walked out of the shabby Weifang Railway Station and looked at the surprise and freshness in front of me. I was so excited that I was like a little turtle crawling out of its shell. I raised my neck and shouted at the sky, "Me, him!" ...