"We are the last class that Mr. Ma will teach." "After we graduate, Mr. Ma is going to prepare for retirement and won't be teaching students anymore." "Do you know? He's a relative of the headmaster. You shouldn't have provoked him," Qu Yi said cautiously. "What if it affects your college entrance?" I already knew all these things. In my previous life, I was afraid that it would affect my college entrance, so I endured his insults and the cold violence from the whole class. I had no friends and didn't dare to tell my parents. I literally forced myself into depression. I forced a smile. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Qu Yi asked, "What are you going to do about the broken phone? Are you going to get a new one?" I replied, "It can still display. I'll try to stick it together with tape..." "When are you free? I want to go to your house and have fun," I changed the subject. "Sure, I'm free anytime. Come on the first day of the winter vacation!" I transferred the video recorded by Qu Yi to my own phone and made an appointment with her. When I left school, I opened the video homepage. The popularity was still rising, and they even created a topic #Is Academic Performance More Important Than Family for High School Students? My number of followers exceeded five thousand, and a group of moral paragons appeared in the comment section speaking up for me. Indeed, the memory of the Internet is short-lived.
