Endless Battlefield: Starting from Night City to Create a Vest

In the early morning, the sunlight fell on the girl's eyebrows.

The bedside bell rang, and the piercing sound briefly cleared my hazy consciousness.

I instinctively turned off the alarm.

Just five minutes later, the shrill ringtone rang again, this time it was a cell phone.

The girl fumbled around the bed, a little confused.

Because in her impression, she didn't seem to set an alarm on her phone.

It was at this moment that the hazy consciousness became clear from the trance.

The girl looked around. The world around her seemed a little strange, but soon, she felt familiar.

This is her room.

Get up and put on your clothes.

The girl sat at the desk, feeling a little confused. Shouldn't she go to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth?

Just when she was confused, her hands moved naturally.

She tore off the sleeping mask bit by bit, then took out her mobile phone to watch.

It was just that the face in the phone felt unfamiliar to her, but she quickly put the thought aside.

After all, you are yourself.

In a trance, she came to the bathroom and started to wash up, but the scene that should have been familiar to her seemed unusually strange, and soon her body started to move on its own.

After some tidying up, she sat down at the desk again although she should have changed her clothes. She took out a small mirror from the drawer and then began to apply some high-end-looking cosmetics and skin care products on her face in an orderly manner.

When all this was done, she got up, changed her clothes and went out.

But after going through the whole process, the girl felt a little weird.

Something seemed wrong, but there was nothing wrong.

So she came to school, and started her daily life as usual, attending classes, chatting with her desk mates, locking the girl she hated in the toilet at noon and saying a few bad words about her, and chatting with her desk mates about whether they should go to the snack street next door to eat something after school.

Late at night, the girl lay down on the bed. She felt satisfied with the day, but she inexplicably had a strange sense of unreality.

the next day.

Alarm, alarm clock.

Remove the mask, wash, put on makeup, and go to school.

Chatting and gossiping, she locked the annoying female classmate in the toilet at noon. This time, she took a few ugly photos of her and posted them in the class group.

Soon, the classmates started to laugh at me.

Even though the bullied girl was in the group, the ridicule and mockery did not stop.

He even tagged him and made a public speech.

After school, go home.

Day three.

as usual.

Once he locked the annoying female classmate in the toilet, and this time he went even further and poured the water used to wash mops into the toilet.

There was a scream in the toilet.

The laughter spread, and the teachers passing by just glanced at it and walked away silently.

In the afternoon, the female classmate you hated was called to the office because she was wet all over.

After class, you heard that annoying female classmate being scolded for not being properly dressed.

The dean of studies even stood in the corridor and scolded the female students you hated.

Then the parent of the female student you hate comes.

What you see is a middle-aged man in delivery clothes, looking tired and bowing.

After school, you see the girl being thrown food all over by the dusty man. The man is cursing and saying something.

"I work so hard delivering food to support you to study in such a good school, and you are like this? What are you thinking? I shouldn't have accepted you in the first place! If it weren't for you..."

You quickly took out your phone, took a picture of the scene, and posted it on your Moments.

Soon, your circle of friends received countless likes.

There are many of your friends inside and outside of school here, as well as the boy next door whom you have a crush on.

But their comments tend to favor girls you hate, which annoys you.

Fourth day.

You start to bully the girl you hate even more severely, and you see the lifeless look in her eyes and the resentful look she gives you.

You felt horrified, but you also seemed to feel humiliated. This time you stripped her clothes off and posted her photos on a nude loan.

You got a small sum of money and you generously treated everyone to a meal.

You didn't care at all. Next to your food stall, a dusty delivery man was holding his cell phone and threw it on the ground in anger.

Day .

You saw the girl you hated with gauze wrapped around her arm, limping as she sat down on a chair.

You seemed to feel guilty and wanted to let her go today, but after thinking about it, you took a picture of this poor girl and posted it on your Moments.

Soon, a lot of comments appeared in your circle of friends.

But the boy classmate you have a crush on feels sorry for her and contacts you, hoping you can help this girl.

You felt annoyed, but when you turned around, you met the eyes of the girl you hated, and her eyes were full of hatred and confusion.

You look back embarrassedly.

It's just that the other person's eyes have been lingering in your mind. You feel guilty, but after the guilt, you feel angry. It's not you who hit him, why should you feel guilty? And why do you deserve sympathy? Just because you look good?

Jealousy and a sense of escape make you choose to attack the girl you hate again.

But this time, the girl learned to resist, but unfortunately, her injured body could not resist the pushing of the three girls.

The girl's resistance completely aroused your sadistic heart.

This time you stepped hard on the other person's beautiful face, which made you feel refreshed, as if all the guilt you felt that day had disappeared in an instant.

You left.

Day .

During the holidays, you and your classmates spend the money you borrowed previously on eating, drinking and having fun with a clear conscience.

And when you passed by a fly-in-the-wall restaurant, you saw a familiar figure, the girl you hated. Although she had a bandage on her arm, she was still trying hard to serve food to the customers.

The guests all praised the girl.

You frowned, feeling unhappy.

You walked in with your classmates.

When the other party sees you, he instinctively avoids you.

You feel an indescribable sense of superiority.

You ordered two dishes at random, as if you didn't know each other, but you deliberately tripped the other person when the dish was served.

The hot food spilled on the head of the customer in front.

Because the hot dishes were freshly cooked, they were very hot and burned the customer in front of them, causing them to curse loudly.

But you pretend to care about the classmates you hate.

The farce here attracted the boss behind, and the boss's wife apologized hurriedly.

And you left with your classmates with a look of disgust on their faces.

Later, on your way home after eating and drinking, you saw the girl being ignored by the boss lady.

You thought it was funny and posted it on your Moments again.

And accompanied by text.

It's so pitiful. Everyone told me not to be so stubborn, but I didn't listen to good advice.

PS: Let me explain why I keep writing realistic stories.

PS2: Three chapters will be updated at o'clock at night, and this section will be updated directly.