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"...That's the situation," the teacher on the podium said. "Let's have a storytelling activity for this class. Everyone can come up to the podium and share. This will help you improve your public speaking and eloquence. The scope is not limited to stories; you can also talk about your own interesting experiences."

"Teacher, what story should we tell? Let's show a movie!" a student suggested. "Last time, the teacher from the next class didn't come, so they watched a movie during that class. Let's watch a movie too."

"No!" the teacher said sternly. "There are visually impaired students in the class who can't watch movies, so we can only have activities that the whole class can participate in."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Everyone should be compassionate. This storytelling activity can also help take care of this student."

"Why is it like this again!" a student complained. "She's blind, she can't understand the lessons, she's just here to kill time, why do we have to take care of someone like her?"

"It's all Lucia's fault."

"People with disabilities shouldn't come to school!"

"We don't need blind students in our class..."

A chorus of complaints arose.

Some whispered among themselves, while others shouted it out loud.

Some people even turned around and glared at Lucia a few times.

The teacher on the podium stepped in to stop the chaos and, from a moral high ground, severely criticized those who were the loudest.

After issuing a warning, he left the classroom.

……

after class.

Seven or eight students gathered around Lucia's desk.

Their undisguised judgments and comments reached Lucia's ears.

"Wow... her hair is so messy! It's all tangled up like a bunch of weeds. Has she even washed it? It looks so dirty."

"Her clothes were so dirty, so messy, she looked like a beggar... No wonder everyone called her Little Beggar."

"Haha, Meyer, you're too loud. She's just blind, not deaf. She heard everything."

“Your voice isn’t quiet either… Hey! Jill, don’t point at her so close… Wait, your finger touched her hair, ugh… disgusting, Jill, stay away from me…”

"..."

Lucia's slender legs were pressed tightly together beneath her skirt, her hands gripping the hem of her dress, and she remained silent.

Her body was trembling slightly; she was probably feeling ashamed and scared.

At this moment, the pretty class monitor stepped forward and stopped everyone: "Shut up! Scatter! Stop bullying her!"

The squad leader shielded Lucia behind him.

Lucia was startled.

She instinctively remembered the class monitor's voice.

"Are you alright? Did they scare you?"

The class monitor gently patted Lucia on the shoulder.

Lucia's cheeks flushed slightly.

Seeing this, the class monitor comforted her for a few more minutes and talked with her for a while.

Lucia doesn't talk often, so she didn't dare to reply and just listened quietly.

The class monitor's gentleness touched her heart, and the word "friend" popped into her mind.

Even after the class monitor left, she still felt a little elated.

Meanwhile, the class monitor, back in his seat, whispered to his friend, "Did you take pictures of everything that happened just now?"

"Yes! I got all the photos," my friend replied.

The class monitor took the phone and started watching, muttering to himself, "Tsk! She seems pretty happy... How disgusting! As for me... I'm both beautiful and kind-hearted, hehe. I have a feeling this video will get a lot of views."

“Betty, you’re so mean!” her friend teased. “This morning when the little beggar was in the toilet, it was you who suggested splashing water on her from outside the stall, and this afternoon you took advantage of her again… Tsk tsk, you really hate her.”

"Hmph, I despise those incompetent guys who enjoy preferential treatment the most." The class monitor said disdainfully, "Blind people should stay at home obediently. What's the point of coming to school to enjoy special privileges? It's completely unfair to us!"

"Wow...look, she's smiling." The friend pointed to Lucia at the back of the classroom, then teased the class monitor, "Betty, do you think she...is imagining you as a friend?"

"Don't disgust me!" The class monitor glanced at her, his eyes filled with disgust. "Push her down the stairs tomorrow!"

"Uh...isn't this going too far?" my friend worried. "It would be really bad if the teacher found out."

"Let the boys do it," the class monitor said nonchalantly. "Then we can all say the same thing: she fell down on her own. Anyway, she's blind, so she might even think she fell by accident."

……

The screen changes.

Lucia blushed and presented the carefully prepared greeting card gift to the class monitor.

She seemed to genuinely consider the class monitor a friend, her first friend in life.

The greeting card soon appeared in the classroom's trash can.

……

get out of class time.

Lucia, who was going to the restroom, was pushed down the stairs by a boy at the bottom of the stairs and broke her left hand.

……

The scene shifts, and Lucia, with her left hand immobilized by bandages and plaster, appears in the classroom.

The smell of medicine emanating from her drew disgust from her classmates.

The class monitor and several girls sat in their seats, looking at Lucia, who was being watched, with mockery, as if she were a joke.

"Betty, did you mess with her again after school yesterday? Why is one side of her hair missing a lot?" the friend asked the class monitor.

The class monitor squinted and replied, "She really treats me like a friend, she even gave me a gift... Don't disgust me."

“But if you do this… won’t all your previous acting be exposed?” the friend asked.

"No way," the class monitor laughed. "Yesterday I complimented her on her fluffy hair, saying it was super cute, and then, as a friend, I asked her if she could share some of her hair with me... Hehe, she agreed, and I cut off most of it with one snip of the scissors. She didn't even have a reason to blame me, it's so funny... No, maybe she even thinks I accidentally cut too much because I like her hair so much, and she's happy about it."

"Wow... just hearing about it makes me feel nauseous." My friend joked, "You touched her hair, so you're not allowed near me today."

"If you dare to look down on me, I'll scratch your face..."

"Get out of here!"

……

It was after school.

After everyone else had left, Lucia picked up her guide cane with her unbroken right hand and walked out of the classroom.

Although she was very familiar with the route from the classroom to the exit of the teaching building, she still carefully tested the path ahead with her cane to see if there were any obstructions.

She had learned this the hard way – what should have been an empty passageway would suddenly be filled with all sorts of obstacles, causing her to fall many times, often leaving her face with cuts and bruises.

"Lucia, let's go to the usual spot today," the class monitor said, approaching her. "Be careful, hold onto my sleeve, I'll take you downstairs."

"Ah."

Lucia responded softly, feeling deeply touched.

The two quickly left the school and went to a corner of the park where they often met.

The class monitor helped Lucia sit on a bench and then said, "Happy birthday, Lucia. I bought you a jacket with my saved allowance. The weather has been getting colder lately, so remember to wear something warm."

The class monitor said gently, "Here, let me help you put it on. Remember to take it off before you get home and hide it in your schoolbag, otherwise your dad will scold you for wasting money again."

"Um. Um... thank you, Betty." Lucia's voice was hoarse, unable to hide her gratitude.

"You're welcome. Aren't we friends?"

The class monitor laughed as he draped the jacket with the words "I am a jerk" written on it over Lucia's shoulders.

……

The scene shifts again, and a new "memory storyline" appears.

"Lucia, I brought the pliers." The class monitor said with a smile, "Didn't you say you were losing your baby teeth and they just wouldn't fall out? Let me pull them out for you. When it comes to losing baby teeth, it's better to get it over with quickly than to suffer for a long time."

"Thank you, Betty... It's the sixth one from the right."

"The sixth one, okay. Open your mouth, let me see, 1, 2, 3... 6."

"No, that's not it..."

"Hey!"

The tooth was pulled out.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lucia's mouth.

"How is it? Does it stop hurting now that it's been pulled out?" Betty asked.

"Hmm...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Lucia silently wiped away the bloodstains with the back of her hand.

……

In a corner of the park, a similar plot twist occurred, mirroring the situation at the school.

However, it didn't last long.

From Fan Xiao's perspective, he quickly followed Lucia's steps as they left the park.

As I passed a couple, the woman looked at her phone and exclaimed, "Wow! This outfit looks so nice!"

Upon hearing this, Lucia instinctively replied, "Um... this was a gift from my good friend. Thank you for your compliment."

"Huh? Who are you? Why are you saying something so strange all of a sudden?"

The woman looked up from her phone at Lucia and frowned slightly.

"She looks like a beggar, she's filthy, let's ignore her." The man pulled the woman away quickly.

Lucia stood there in silence for a moment, then gripped her guide cane and continued walking forward.

……

Got home.

Vanshaw followed Lucia and met her father, Ober Rosa.

They also saw a scantily clad woman that Ober had brought home.

After kissing Ober for half a minute, the woman straightened her clothes, glanced at Lucia, and said in surprise, "This is your daughter? She doesn't look like you at all."

“You can just say she’s ugly, it’s fine. She takes after her short-lived mother.” Ober said indifferently, “Honey, let’s not talk about him anymore, let’s go into the room.”

"Uh... your daughter's here, forget it, I'm not in the mood."

The woman rejected Ober, and after spending some time with him, she left.

Ober was in a bad mood, and seeing Lucia still standing there, he suddenly had an outlet for his anger and went up to slap her.

"Couldn't you have come back a little later? You're such a nuisance."

Lucia, like a child who had done something wrong, covered her slapped cheek, somewhat at a loss.

At this moment, Lucia's left arm was no longer in a cast or bandage, and the fracture had healed.

Ober glanced at her scarred and grotesque arm, becoming even angrier. He kicked her to the ground and yelled, "You're still unruly even though you've been to school! Do you know how much money I spent treating your hand?!"

"I'm...I'm sorry, Dad..."

"You better behave yourself from now on!"

Ober warned, "If I wasn't worried about someone complaining, I would have kicked you out long ago! Don't cause me any more trouble in the future."

"I...I know..."

Lucia got up from the ground, appearing timid and submissive.

Auber was a little annoyed with her and said directly, "Dinner is the same as before, you cook it yourself. I have something to do, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he left the house.

Lucia stood there for a while longer, and only after hearing no further noise did she breathe a sigh of relief and begin to pack up her dinner.