Since then, Peter and I have generally maintained a strange relationship.

Let's put it this way.

When I was in third grade, there was an idiot who thought he could please me by bullying Peter. I don't know why this person wanted to please me, but his attitude didn't seem like he liked me at all. Anyway, he did it.

Almost two classes later, I heard about it from the bruises on Peter's face.

So I threw that idiot to the ground.

While class was over.

The bruises doubled.

Every time the school said they would call my parents.

I don't have parents or guardians. They can't do anything to me.

In the end, they thought of a cheap trick — they called for Toby.

Then!

Toby's reprimand began to include me!

Then!

I will never admire Toby again, not even a little bit.

I erased the karma from my eyes and successfully entered a new period.

This period is called, having a crush on Andrew for seven years and four months …

Sigh.

You know it.

When you get older, you'll find that it's boring to like someone who has a girlfriend, is six years older than you, and cares about you.

You don't talk much.

He's busy with his university studies and starting a business with his friends. You're still in the fifth grade classroom working on your chemistry.

What's so fun about that?

It's not fun.

At times like this, Andrew is very likable.

He's two years older than Peter and me. Only two years older. Obviously, it's still within the range of fun, the topics of conversation aren't too far, and I can ask him for help with my homework.

Sigh, Andrew is so smart. Really, so smart. I've never seen anyone smarter than him … No, Toby seems to be smarter than Andrew.

Okay, pretend I didn't say anything.

And Andrew has a good temper.

Only within a certain range.

We're lucky!

Peter and I are in this range.

It seems like we're the only ones in this range!

Andrew loves us, loves, loves, loves, loves, loves, loves.

He might throw a tantrum at Aunt Mei, but he wouldn't throw a tantrum at me or Peter when we carefully barged into his room.

He would kindly ask us what's wrong, do you not know your homework, do you not have enough pocket money, or do you want to chat or play together?

The best part was …

When I had a conflict with Peter.

Andrew will always be on my side!

Just this point alone was enough to make me, a fifth-year student, completely devoted to Andrew.

Come on, that's me in the fifth grade. Fifth grade, alright.

What do you think a fifth-grade girl would like?

Don't tell me that a very good-looking, smart little brother who lives next door and treats you especially well isn't attractive to you.

We don't have to lie about that.

This time, Peter won't snatch my brother from me.

He was already past the age where he wanted to monopolize Big Brother and Second Brother. He just watched me coldly.

"I'm waiting to see you fall out of love again," Peter said.

"Can't you just say something more auspicious!" I was exasperated.

Peter shrugged disapprovingly.

"Did I say something wrong?

It's a mistake for you to like Toby, and it's a big mistake for you to like Andy.

Neither of them will have romantic feelings for you. They will never like you the way you want them to.

In fact, they're all good to you because I'm the same age as you, and they treat you like a sister. "

I was so angry that I wanted to throw something at Peter, but I couldn't. I remember we were doing a chemistry experiment at the time.

If I did, the classroom might explode.

At this stage, I have no intention of hurting the innocent.

Peter pursed his lips and showed his classic, puffy cheeks and cute puppy eyes innocent expression.

"Whatever.

I just want to remind you not to repeat the same mistake. It's fine if you ignore me. "

We probably had a cold war for at least two weeks over this.

The strangest thing was that during those two weeks, I thought hard, but I couldn't figure it out …

So how did Peter find out that I liked Andrew?

I didn't tell anyone.

I guess two weeks is about the limit of the cold war for us after the fifth grade. Compared to me, Peter doesn't have the patience for a cold war.

He's just like that. To put it bluntly, he's impatient.

I'm very tolerant.

I don't know why.

Maybe I'm just stubborn.

I have to care about my reputation.

So I have to be stubborn when I'm in love and making friends.

It's not good.

I know, but I can't change it.

The most obvious part of this matter is my circle of friends.

My friends who can get along well with me are either more mature and steady than me, like Chili Pepper, like Toby and Andrew, like Osborne's Great Harry, or especially silly and sweet, like Caroline, or maybe Peter too.

There's also a category of weirdos. There's no other way to describe them, weirdos.

I'm not sure if Osborne's Little Harry is a weirdo.

Maybe.

Maybe?

We've known Osborne's Harry since the ninth grade.

That's not to say that Dai Han is a person who only appeared in the ninth grade.

Peter and I have known Great Harry for a long time, which is Harry Frank. This guy is a good Osborne. (In other words, there are bad Osborne's, I'm referring to Little Harry's dad.)

But before that, Harry, Dai Han, and Osborne appeared in the description as a mysterious, weak, and sickly person. We've heard about him for a long time, but we haven't seen him in person.

It wasn't until the day old Osborne's obituary spread all over the world that suddenly, Dai Han was no longer weak and sickly, and could go out to meet people.

I asked Great Harry: "Can this illness be cured like that?"

Great Harry obviously didn't want to talk about it, but he patted my head and coaxed me: "Dai Han isn't sick.

It's just that our father … had some unusual plans for his education. "

In other words, something bad happened, and it happened to Little Harry.

I understand.

I understand very well.

In short, because of this and that, Little Harry, who was two years older than us and in the same year as Andrew, had to be in the same school year as me.

He had platinum hair and pale skin, and looked very weak.

I never gave in to Little Harry.

What was there to give in to? He wasn't the only unlucky one, so why should I give in to him?

I didn't want to.

Even Toby couldn't convince me.

As long as Toby couldn't convince me, then no one could do anything to me.

My guardian, basically, could be treated as if he was dead.

To put it bluntly, I was a wild child, and I didn't have the restrictions of a social welfare organization, and I just happened to have some money.

No one could do anything to me.

Don't worry.

This kind of thing is actually quite common in America.

Everyone is like this.

I don't think it's a big deal.

After old Osborne died, Great Harry was especially busy.

Toby was also busy.

They were going to start a company.

Not to make money, but to fight against some things. For example, old Osborne used Osborne Industries to do a lot of bad things.

Why do I know everything?

Because I'm my father's daughter, and I have his abilities.

The dimensional wall can be said to be constantly broken in my place.

When my father heard about these things, he specially sent me a gift and drew a card for me.

'Be careful!

The Green Goblin is coming! 'On the card, there was a big and small green monster.

It was super ugly.

I don't think it's ugly.

I put away my baby.

"Are you sure that's really your father?

Not some … fraud group? "Peter grew up.

The ninth grade Peter began to doubt things around him.

Like, for example, those weird packages I get all the time.

"I'm sure." What can I explain?

Copyright makes me as quiet as a cat.

Back to Dai Han.

In my friend classification, I put him in the category of weirdos.

In fact, it means that this person can't be classified.

The misfortune of his childhood created a shadow in his heart. Dai Han's personality is unpredictable.

I don't want to mess with him, nor do I want to have a deep relationship with him.

He is a big boy who will use the excuse of 'can't find a dance partner for the prom' to ask me to go to the prom with him. He even prepared my dress before he asked me. He is also a school bully who will call me Tuan Tuan on the first day of school to show off his power.

Let's start with Tuan Tuan.

Around the ninth grade, I was still developing.

My body didn't grow taller, and my face didn't grow. I was chubbier because during the holidays, I would go to the bar to accompany my guardian. There were a bunch of lunatics there, but they would listen to my orders. Maybe it's because I'm a little girl that everyone saw growing up (there are many people who actually want to have a family or have a daughter, but …).

On the other hand, they would teach me a lot of scary self-defense skills.

Muay Thai was the basics, but guns couldn't be left out.

I could have joint skills, but of course, I took the dark route in kickboxing.

How many times did my guardian yell that it's enough, don't teach me bad things, but I learned enthusiastically.

"Come on, she's that guy's daughter!" They said.

"Come on, her father is the most annoying mercenary!" They laughed.

"Come on.

She has to go to school tomorrow. "This was my guardian's bottom line.

And I.

I know how to make them laugh.

I'm a little princess.

Because of the above, no one would be stupid enough to bully me in school.

The boldest thing my classmates did was talk behind my back. At least, it was like that in the ninth grade.

Provoking them in person?

They were afraid of death.

That morning, I took the school bus by myself.

Peter came with Dai Han.

They got off the silver Mercedes-Benz with their arms around each other's shoulders and saw me standing by the flowerbed waiting for Peter.

"That's what you said?" Dai Han sneered, "You're really Tuan Tuan."

I don't know what Peter said to Dai Han.

I didn't really care.

At that moment, everyone was staring at me. And Peter.

He actually smiled.

He smiled.

"Xiaonan …" Peter wanted to call me over.

I turned around and left.

I turned a deaf ear.

There was no doubt that Dai Han's display of power broke some kind of invisible seal.

It wasn't even noon that day, but the bullying between my classmates quickly escalated.

Originally, I didn't attack people if they didn't attack me. My reputation spread after I beat up a few fat people who came to bully me.

This was probably around the second or third grade.

Six years later, the situation changed.

First of all, everyone thought that Peter and I were a couple. Obviously, we weren't, which was a point to laugh at. Secondly, I wasn't tall yet, my muscles were all over my body, my skin was tanned, and my brown curly hair only made me look darker, which was also a point to laugh at.

I was also at the top of the damn list. I was at the top of the list.

Originally, I was prepared for a big fight, parents being called, and even transferring schools. But things immediately changed during lunch time.

"Xiaonan."

Dai Han sat next to me with lunch and called me by my nickname. The smile on his face could be described as Prince Charming, "Let's have class together in the afternoon."

I looked up at him, then glanced at the uneasy Peter next to him. I quickly weighed the pros and cons in my heart.