Another strategy? If the target is the enemy, then it's fine.

His unhappiness really came out of nowhere.

He thought about it for a while, then took out his cell phone and sent an apology text message to Lu Yu'an.

The other party replied with a question mark.

Wen Wen pursed his lips and looked at the question mark. His fingers were a little stiff. He typed a few letters on the keyboard, then deleted all the letters. Still, nothing was sent.

He was blocked by someone on his way back to the classroom after talking with Lu Xia today. He didn't know the boy, but the boy looked at him with an expression full of disgust.

The boy asked him: "Are you Wen Wen?"

Before Wen Wen nodded, the boy's eyes showed even more contempt: "I heard that your mother ran away with someone else. I see you look like this, white and tender, like a little girl. Just looking at you like this, I can imagine what your mother looks like, like a vixen. You and your mother are not the same, you both like to seduce others."

The last few words were shouted very heavily by the boy, and as soon as he finished speaking, his companions started laughing.

Their mocking eyes fell on his face, and Wen Wen didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He wanted to say no, his mother was not a vixen.

His mother didn't seduce anyone.

But when the words came to my lips and I opened my mouth, I couldn't say them.

Because he was about to forget his mother.

The title of mother was very strange to him, and he did not remember ever calling out this title. He admired the sacred identity of mother, and he believed that all mothers were great.

And his own mother also exists in his fantasy.

But now the boy's words reminded him a little, and his vague memory seemed to become clearer.

A rainy day, a woman, a child.

It was a light rain, the rain outside was not heavy, the raindrops made a crisp sound of dripping, like the music played by angels into the world, that day should be unfriendly to him, so to him it was the evil seeds sown by the devil in the world.

The woman was wearing delicate makeup, and he had a proper, mocking smile on his face.

He forgot what the woman said, but he remembered that he was running hard in the rainy night.

He wanted to catch up with the woman in the red dress, but she pushed him away. He still couldn't remember what the woman said to him.

He only remembered that he was crying and calling for his mother.

But it didn't bring any leniency.

He realized belatedly that he had been deceiving himself for so many years and had actually deceived himself a long time ago.

It doesn’t matter if he cheated others, the important thing is that he cheated himself.

He just remembered that his mother left, but forgot why she left.

The truth is cruel, but imagination is beautiful.

Wen Wen's lips trembled, and he could only lower his head and say, "I didn't mean it, and I didn't seduce anyone else."

His appearance made others laugh even more.

"Look at how cheap he is. It's so funny. He's just like his mom, a bitch."

"Otherwise, how can you say that a child is like his mother? Not only does he look like his mother, but he is also disliked by others."

"Hey, how about this, Wen Wen, you apologize for your mother, you atone for your mother's sins. Your mother broke up someone else's family, and you are her son, how about you apologize for her?"

"Hahahaha, that's a good idea. To be honest, I've disliked your mom for a long time. It's really disgusting that she always puts on an innocent expression. Hey, Wen Wen, do you know how we know about you?"

Wen Wen shook his head, his heart almost falling into the valley.

The boy smiled and said, "We know you thanks to your mother. In order to please me, your mother told me that she has a son. She said that his son and I are in the same high school. If I need, I can bully him anytime. How about it? Wen Wen, is this the answer you want to hear?"

Wen Wen didn't say anything for a long time, the words "I can bully him anytime" echoing in his mind.

His fantasy about his mother for so many years was completely shattered.

He bit his lower lip lightly, then let it go. He smiled like a boy and said, "You must have remembered it wrongly. I am an orphan. I only have a grandmother, not a mother. Where did the mother you made up for me come from? She must be a fake."

"By the way, since he insists that he is my mother, then remember to ask him to transfer some money to my bank card. Forget it, just transfer it to my WeChat account. My WeChat ID is..."

The boy squinted at him, as if trying to determine whether what he said was a lie.

Wen Wen let him look at him. He was still smiling, but his eyes were different from before. Now they were filled with provocation.

There was a boy next to him who was a little unconvinced. “Why should I add you on WeChat and give you money? Who do you think you are?”

Wen Wen shrugged, looking nonchalant: "Didn't you say she is my mother? Sorry, I'm not even 18 yet, and she still has to obey the legal obligation to pay me child support, otherwise I'll sue her."

Wen Wen threatened at the end: "Don't let me hear anything about my mother in the future, and don't let him pretend to be my mother. My mother is not a mistress, she has passed away. If I hear such words again, don't blame me. We will see each other in court. The child support must be given to me."

No matter what the truth is, Wen Wen would rather live in his own fantasy. He would rather his mother was dead.

He also didn't want his mother to be the kind of person who would abandon her son and break up other people's families.

"Wen Wen, I actually admire you. You are much braver than your mother." The boy said, "You know what? Your mother is trying every trick to please me. She has been married to my father for so many years. It is only a matter of time before my father gets tired of her. Do you know what she did? She couldn't climb into my father's bed, so she climbed into my bed. If I were you, I would have lost the courage to live if I had a mother like that."

Wen Wen released his clenched fist: "You are interrupting my class. I told you that I don't have a mother. How many times do you want me to say it? If you continue to block me here, I think your behavior will constitute school bullying, and I have the right to defend myself."

The boy said nonchalantly, "School bullying? We are not even 18 years old yet, and what kind of bullying are we? We haven't even started yet. I just don't know what your mother would think if she knew her biological son didn't want him to be bullied."

"Get out of here." Wen Wen wanted to bypass them and leave the classroom, but he was surrounded again. He could no longer bear it.

"Can you guys just fart now? I have to go back to do my homework, otherwise you won't be able to get into college and you will have to ask me to go to college with you."

"Wen Wen, aren't you curious about how your mother climbed into my bed? As expected, women in their forties are different. She has more experience and will take the initiative. She tastes pretty good. If you have time, I'll let you have a taste."