No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Luo Shiyu returned to the novice base and went to the cafeteria to bring them dinner.

When he opened the dormitory door and saw the "girl" sitting beside the bed, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped outside the door to confirm the house number again.

[Is this 723? Can women stay in the men's dorm? By the way, isn't this woman's frame too big?]

Walk over carefully.

The "girl" raised her eyes and their eyes met.

[Holy crap! Wen Liuyan? Holy crap, does he actually have this kind of fetish?]

Wen Liuyan blushed instantly and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, baby, listen to my explanation!"

Luo Shiyu put the food on the table, pulled out the chair under the table, sat on it, looked at him obediently, and waited to hear his "explanation".

"That's right, Ugly Mother, you know that, right?"

[Of course I know, your ghost, what nonsense are you talking to me about? ]

"This is the price I have to pay for controlling Ugly Girl. I have to wear her matching women's clothing once a week."

[I control Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai without paying a price, and I almost forgot that others need it.]

Wen Liuyan felt a little embarrassed and stuttered: "Um, baby, can you keep this a secret for me?"

Luo Shiyu nodded.

The door was opened again, and Yu Jiajia and Yan Xi walked in, supporting each other.

The four people were stunned at the same time.

Yu Jiajia was about to curse loudly: "I...ah!" but Luo Shiyu rushed over to cover her mouth and kicked the door shut.

Because she lost the "Cat and Mouse Game", Yu Jiajia was trained by Yu Guang for a whole day, and then Luo Shiyu suddenly covered her mouth. She lost her balance and both of them fell backwards.

Luo Shiyu subconsciously grabbed something to steady himself, and his skin touched the red rope on Yu Jiajia's wrist.

My vision went dark, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a pink bedroom.

A girl who looked about eleven or twelve years old and was wearing a little skirt was sitting in front of the dressing table.

A woman was standing behind him, braiding his hair with a cute hairband.

[What the hell? What the hell are you doing?]

After getting closer and seeing the "girl's" face clearly, Luo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.

[Yu Jiajia? Why am I in Yu Jiajia's fantasy world?]

"Mom, can I not wear a skirt?"

"No, Mom is doing this for your own good. Be good and listen to Mom. You won't go wrong."

"Ok."

The scene changes.

Yu Jiajia went to school with her schoolbag on her back and was surrounded and laughed at by several boys of the same age.

"He's a man, but he's pretending to be a girl. What a pervert!"

"More than that! He's a shemale! A freak!"

Yu Jiajia yelled at them, "I'm not!"

A boy pulled out his hair tie, threw it to the ground, and continued to laugh: "Long-haired devil! Hahaha!"

Yu Jiajia ignored him, as if she was used to it. She bent down to pick up her hairband, and her skirt was lifted up by another boy.

"Hahaha! Let me see if you cut the thing."

Yu Jiajia took off her schoolbag and threw it at him, and several people started to wrestle.

I was stopped by my mother who was passing by on her way to work.

"Jia Jia, what are you doing? Why don't you apologize to your classmates quickly?"

"I apologize? For what?"

"Classmates should get along with each other in a friendly way. Hurry! Listen to your mother and apologize!"

A boy cheered, "Yeah! Listen to your mother, you good girl!"

Yu Jiajia was so angry that she was shaking. She left with one sentence: "I won't!" and turned and ran away.

He took off another hairband from his head and threw it on the ground, rushed back to the room and locked the door, took off the little skirt that bound him, picked up a pair of scissors, cut off his long hair that he had kept for more than ten years, and destroyed all the stuffed toys in the room.

"I'm not a girl! I'm not a shemale and I'm not a freak!"

I opened the window, sat on the windowsill, watched people coming and going downstairs, and began to doubt the meaning of my existence.

Why am I living for?

There was an urgent knock on the door from my mother.

"Jia Jia! Open the door quickly! Be good! Listen to your mother."

Yu Jiajia looked at the closed door.

Am I your puppet?

Stick your head out the window, close your eyes and feel the breeze.

It turns out that the breeze can be so refreshing.

I really hate the feeling of long hair blowing in my face.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

The mother fell to the ground due to inertia. She ignored the pain in her knees and stood up and walked towards Yu Jiajia, coaxing her softly: "It's too dangerous, good child, listen to your mother and come down quickly."

"Mom, I'm a human being! I'm not a puppet that you can manipulate!" Yu Jiajia smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back.

Luo Shiyu's heart skipped a beat and he rushed over to grab it.

The mother shouted, "My child!" She jumped out of the window faster than Luo Shiyu, grabbed Yu Jiajia and held him tightly in her arms, using herself as a cushion.

Yu Jiajia woke up again and found herself in the hospital. Apart from some skin injuries, she was fine.

"Me? Not dead?"

"You are indeed not dead." Yu Jiajia then realized that there was a policeman sitting next to her.

He continued, "Your mother died trying to save you. Please accept my condolences."

"My mother is dead?" Yu Jiajia stared in disbelief and looked behind the police. "But my mother is standing behind you."

"How is that possible? The medical examiner has already determined the death. You must be hallucinating because you are too sad. Go to bed early." The policeman rubbed his head and turned to leave.

Yu Jiajia's eyes were still fixed on the shadow beside the bed.

"My mother is really here, can't you see?"

The police left and no one responded to him.

Yu Jiajia shrank back and complained, "Why? Even if you become a ghost, you won't let me go?"

"sorry Sorry."

Yu Jiajia was stunned.

I can hear ghosts talking? My brain must be broken.

"Your father died early, and you are my only hope. The fortune teller said that you have a lot of yin energy and are born with a short life. This method is the only way..."

Yu Jiajia interrupted him: "What era is this? Mom still believes this? How pedantic."

"Yeah, I'm old-fashioned. Even though I'm old-fashioned, I still raised you to this age."

Yu Jiajia's heart ached and she didn't say anything.

He was discharged from the hospital and returned to school.

Mom has always been with him, and Yu Jiajia is her only obsession.

The bully in the class stopped him and challenged him, "Hey! Are you back as a transvestite? No longer have long hair? No longer wear skirts? I heard you killed your mother?"

His mother appears behind him, trying to take his life.

Stopped by Yu Jiajia.

"Mom, no! If you kill someone, you'll turn into a ghost. I'll do this little thing myself."

When the bully looked around for the mother he was talking about, Yu Jiajia picked up a chair and smashed it on his head.

"You bastard, are you targeting me? Because I rejected your confession? Or is it because you're embarrassed after discovering you like a guy? Bastard! I'm not a pushover!"

Yu Jiajia beat him until his head was bleeding before she dropped the chair, returned to her seat, and spoke to her mother: "Did you get scared?"

"Have you always been bullied? When did it start?"

"When I was in kindergarten, I would wear a little skirt to the boys' room and be surrounded by people laughing at me, but I got used to it."

Those students thought Yu Jiajia was crazy after seeing his conversation with the "air" and his abnormal behavior today. After that, everyone stayed away from him and no one dared to provoke him.

Yu Jiajia is always alone, and everyone avoids him as if he were the plague god.

My mother asked worriedly, "Are you lonely?"

"No, I'm used to it."

"sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for."

"I just wanted you to live happily, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"It doesn't matter."

The scene in front of him became increasingly blurry, and Luo Shiyu finally heard his mother's inner voice:

It would be great if Jia Jia could make a close friend, one with whom he could play around without restraint and who wouldn’t treat him like a freak.