The boy listened quietly as a hint of light glimmered on his lacquered pupils.
His family would always tell him, it's for his own good, they've done so much for him, yet he still let them down. Was he not sorry?
He had apologized numerous times to the point of hating himself.
He hated himself for not being a smart kid, hated himself for not being a lively child, and hated himself for not having a slick of emotional intelligence.
Coming to Mingxi Boys School was the beginning of his hell.
His body, personality, dignity, privacy… Every one of these aspects had been trampled underfoot.
Garbage, trash, coward, useless… These insulting words could be heard every minute.
But she said,
'You're important…'
'You must live on…'
'Your existence has a purpose…'
Unable to control himself, the boy s.u.c.k.e.d in a sob.
As if panicked by his outburst, he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to force the tears back, afraid of making the slightest sound.
But the more he wiped at his tears, the more fervently they flowed out.
To see a teenage boy crying like this would have been a funny scene, but at this moment, he looked inexplicably sad and pitiful.
Xiang Li was silent. He didn't quite understand how human beings felt since reason and logic always prevailed to him.
But Xiang Li knew his sister couldn't take it.
She looked distant, but this was only to shroud her soft heart.
Quietly, Xiang Li handed her a clean handkerchief.
Xiang Yi paused for a moment then received it.
There seems to be an invisible understanding between the siblings, that even without words, they understood each other's intentions.
Her brother was telling her to go console others.
Xiang Yi stood up and patted the boy on the back. Gently, she said: "Don't worry, you can cry."
The boy couldn't contain it anymore and began to bawl.
Emotions spilled out after being acc.u.mulated for a long time.
He covered his face with the handkerchief and cried wholeheartedly.
The camera captured this scene from a distance.
Although their mics were off and couldn't hear the sound, the body language was enough to transmit what was happening.
The most intuitive emotions were successfully expressed.
——[Oh my god, a brick fell in my eye]
——[ Sigh, just cry it out, it must suck so much for a child who can't even cry]
——[How should I say it, the Vase Fairy is kind of sh*tty, but she has a good side. Her gentle side is quite attractive]
Seeing Xiang Yi coax the boy, Rong Huai fiercely bit down on his sixth steamed bun.
So he knows how to cry, big whoop.
There was a sudden movement at the door, and there were sounds of crying shouting, and rapid footsteps.
They were the parents of the kids who had come after hearing the news.
An unsuspecting parent hugged their child as they cried in a huddled mess.
They only knew that the school was strict, so they were willing to pay higher tuition for their children. After their kids had been brainwashed, the children did not dare mention the mistreatment at home. Therefore, they had no idea the children suffered so much.
Some parents also anxiously asked the police at the scene: "Why are you shutting down such a good school? Where is our child going to go?! Are you guys mistaken? The principal and the teacher are doing this for the sake of the children!"
"Do you know this school uses severe physical punishment?"
"But our child's grades have improved, and he's become obedient, too. If you guys close the school, what if they go back to their former rebellious selves?"