When I watched "Hot-Blood High School", I was on fire. It reminded me of my fiery heart that wanted to play the role of the underworld senior sister under the appearance of "Xueba" for so many years. It's a pity that I have been a good student since I was a child. When I was in junior high school and high school, I never knew what "makeup" was, and I would not fall in love with boys. Always know the n ways to answer each question, secretly secretly in love with the bad-looking little boy who has a bunch of friends, skips classes and fights every day if he doesn't study hard. As the monitor, I would report every week to criticize them if they were late for class and left early to speak--they were even punished by the teacher for doing so.
Now that I think about it, I'm really scared. These so-called "bad students" fight with other gangsters every day, but they've lost their temper against a nasty class cadre like me.
Then it's just a memory of the only fight I've ever had in my life. A female gangster from the next class came to our class after school and said that I scolded her sister (her sister is my classmate) to show her anger. After school, she stopped me on my way home and threw her hands away. Just give me a slap. At that time, girls still needed courage, because they were likely to be found and criticized by the school.
She is a typical female gangster with short hair with ear studs, big eyes and a high nose bridge. She is about 170cm tall in junior high school. Back then, I was only about 155cm, wearing a school uniform every day, riding a bicycle that my mother eliminated, and wearing glasses with the bottom of a wine bottle. Thinking about it now, it must be very funny.
I was so mad that time when I was always good. NMB, why didn't you ask how mean your sister is? Every bad thing about me was passed on to my ears at that time. I was so angry that I threw my mother's bicycle to the side of the road, rushed up and started to work, and kicked her firmly. Then the two of us started fighting each other on the bustling street.
In the fights of girls, apart from pulling hair and slaps, we both obviously felt that we were indulging in this state of fighting with bare hands, and finally we couldn't extricate ourselves. Of course, in the end, her sister was also scared, and asked her classmates to pull us away, because the beating was not very serious, and the matter ended in the end.
Now that I think about it, I would actually thank such a girl who made me accidentally "track" once in my life that I had set up. It feels so wonderful!
After studying abroad, I was busy with work in the imperial capital. I was a good girl before, and I also began to have my own opinions. My parents let go and supported me to go out and explore. Everything is starting to get on track.
It's just that sometimes I still think of those crazy times in high school, university, and even studying for a master's degree abroad. I have experienced a lot, both cool and warm.
Anyway, it is because of some deviated tracks that my life begins to be full and enriched. I am not afraid of the future, and I also have a youthful drip, so that's enough. As for the so-called peak, everyone will have a steel scale in their hearts. My lily of the valley is still higher. Of course, if you want it, you must strive for it. When you're 30, 40, or even older, it's cool to have a blood in your heart forever.
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