Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

Ye Qing frowned slightly and began to try to pick the lock.

In the training base, Li Xuan chatted with Xiao Wu in the restaurant, and both of them looked quite emotional.

A long time ago, when I didn't know the specific concept of electronic games, someone mentioned Internet cafes to me.

At that time, this Internet cafe could be regarded as a synonym for not doing one's job properly.

I like to brag and I get along well with a bunch of lazy guys in my class.

The bottom line is that I have no confidence and I’m afraid no one will care.

In math class, our math teacher, whom we called Liepo, was very emotional during the lecture and would pat the table from time to time to prove that she was still there.

I was playing poker with them downstairs, and I would occasionally burst into some inexplicable laughter in response.

A few teenage kids described the space filled with the stench of sweat and cigarettes vividly.

I suddenly realized that I had never been to an Internet cafe.

There is a fear of being left behind.

There are various small groups in the class.

If you don't know what others know, then you are digging your own grave by not considering the atmosphere.

So I combined their fragments of experience to make up an experience that was not mine.

Everyone smiled.

I always think about it too.

I don’t know what’s the point of children not studying hard every day but focusing on smoking, drinking and clubbing.

But we are proud of it.

I live on their attention.

It seems that if no one sees me, I will fall into a vortex of crazy self-blame.

So I have to be the special one, otherwise no one will see me anymore.

I am afraid of people, but I can't give up on them.

I have no choice but to package myself as a maverick and confirm my own value by the care of people around me.

Everyone knows it.

In every circle there is always someone who is bullied.

Or a slightly lower status,

It's not because he's so annoying.

It's just that we need a character like this.

............

I used to be a child that my parents had high hopes for.

My dad drives a truck and travels long distances, so he can't get home for several months.

The responsibility of taking care of me and educating me has been firmly placed on my mother's shoulders since I was born.

My mother studied hard since she was young, but she had to drop out of medical school because the family had no money.

Maybe she wanted to pin her disappointment on me and use me to realize her dream of studying.

Unfortunately, I will only disappoint them.

When exam-oriented education was prevalent, all that could be seen in my growth trajectory were the fake grades I forced out and the bruises left by my mother’s daily beatings.

I don't know when I became taller than my mother.

I suddenly realized that she didn't dare to hit me or scold me anymore.

So I was liberated from my mother's excessive high pressure expectations,

It should be waste.

They want to keep their regrets with me, waiting for me to earn them enough capital to show off in front of their relatives one day.

Coincidentally, I thought the same thing. One day, I suddenly realized that this was a vicious circle. They placed their hopes on me, and I placed my hopes on the next generation...

At that time, I decided not to have children in this life.

There is nothing much to say about junior high school.

At that time, I didn’t even dare to go into an Internet cafe. I would just walk around the door and leave.

After entering high school.

I went to study in a city far away from my hometown. Everything in the city was new.

For the first time, I had the courage to lift the curtain behind the glass cigarette counter of the canteen near the school.

Internet, handheld game consoles, controllers, game consoles, and a small computer room hidden in the grocery store.

There are six monitors placed symmetrically, three on the left and three on the right, in the room that is neither too big nor too small.

When there are more people, it becomes very crowded.

Fortunately, the number of people coming varies, and at three yuan per order, it seems that the boss does not expect to make a lot of money from it.

There is a memory card inserted in the PS2. If there are many of you, the boss will write your name on a board.

I am a regular visitor, and my name is always on the fixed memory card in the fixed location.

......

When I was in my third year of high school, I was very confused.

I have no dreams or ambitions.

At that time, I always asked myself what my plans for the future were.

He told me to talk about the future later.

I don’t remember which day it was, but I manually skipped the math class again.

When I woke up, I asked myself one last time what I should do and what I could do.

This time he didn't repeat the almighty phrase "We'll talk about the future later."

I don't have time.

Studying is always the best way out. Once you have studied, you will have more options than working in a factory.

I worked very hard and used the last month to get into high school.

The high school is in the province, very far from my home.

So I took the last month of vacation and went to Guangdong to work with my uncle.

When I had saved enough money, I packed my schoolbag and sleeping bag and traveled back to the province on my own.

After school started, I returned to class but I couldn't concentrate at all.

I have never been good at studying.

My parents gave me a laissez-faire attitude and I had no self-awareness at all, so I spent almost all my after-school time in the computer room.

My extremely poor gaming experience led to me having no idea about games.

They thought that games were just those boring online games they talked about or the Snowman Brothers that they got tired of playing when they were children.

Until I started playing PS2 and came into contact with a variety of game consoles and games.

The amazing graphics and operating experience captured my heart almost instantly.

At this point I fell without hesitation.

The meager living expenses of the free-range system were squeezed to almost nothing.

The school’s dormitory management is not very strict. They won’t even open the door for inspection. They just cough outside the window and scan twice with the flashlight, and then there is no further follow-up.

"We are about to go to bed, why don't you go to bed?"

Many nights, the boss would pull down the anti-theft roller shutter outside the store, then open the curtain and ask me with concern.

"Uh-huh..."

I know.

I knew the day was over.

I also know that the day has begun.

But none of this is as important as the next save point.

"Aren't you afraid of ruining your health if you do this every day?"

Some people have worried about me before.

The boss is a woman. I don’t know where her husband is. I usually only see her and her daughter who is two years older than me.

Just pretend they are a single-parent family.

But without men, she can't live as colorful and interesting a life as others.

The two lived in a bedroom behind the machine room.

A canteen, a machine room, and a small bedroom with a toilet, all in one.

I always envy their lives.

Small but complete.

The space that is neither too big nor too small gives me a different sense of security.

I really want to describe their family as being more unique and story-like.

Unfortunately, I still can't do it, or rather, I still don't want to do that.

They are still very ordinary, just like me and so many other unchanging lives.

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Chapter 37 Talent and Hard Work, Genius and Ordinary Man

Every family has a relative.

He is often far away from you, yet only a stone's throw away from you.

She is so excellent

I am in the regular class and she is in the top class.

Class 1 and Class 2 are top classes, and my Class 3 just happens to be on the same floor as them.

Besides, there is no connection at all.

Two months before the high school entrance examination, our school will select a group of top students in advance and let them take the exam again. Those who meet the standards will be directly admitted to key schools.

I'm obviously not one of them.

And she was obviously one of that batch.

My mom and I repeated her asshole heroics over and over again.

She’s a hard-working shit elitist.

I always appear at the top of the monthly exam report card.

I hate her and I hate my mom too.

Because I know I can't be as pure as her.

There is no way I will become an adult who will be successful in the future.

Scholarships, admission to key universities, school-wide speeches...

I can never catch up with her, not even her shadow.

The worst thing is that I have to call her sister.

Whenever something happens in his hometown, we have to get together and watch his parents enjoy themselves at the dinner table.