I walk the career line in dog blood

Combining the memory of the original owner and the time provided in the plot, he found a good time: "The original owner's father filed for divorce, it seems to be very recently."

It seems that on a Monday night, the original owner's father and mother will go to the old house to talk about the divorce.At that time, a group of He's family members were there, and Grandpa He, who couldn't stand the sand in his eyes, was also there.

The original owner's father wanted to add a second bedroom, but the original owner's mother would rather divorce at once, so they would make trouble in the old house, and finally divorced, and there was a 'stepmother' thing.

If you want to solve her from the source, that day is a good opportunity.

"Xiaoqi, on a rainy Monday, please pay attention to me."

"Ok."

After almost all the students in the classroom came out, An Yinong returned to the classroom.His position is in the corner, which is strange because the original owner is only average height.

In fact, this is the arrangement of his English teacher, that is, the future stepmother, to put him here, and arrange a few people around who don't study in class, or make trouble, so that the original owner can't study with peace of mind.

The worse the original owner's performance, the more she can find a chance to contact the original owner's scumbag father He Chengjue.

"He Tiantong is back? I think your table is too plain. I drew a picture for you. Don't thank me." A student smiled and shouted at him. It turned out that the original owner's position had been filled with black strokes.

An Yinong squinted his eyes and looked at the desktop without saying a word.

They thought that the young master who couldn't take jokes was about to go into a rage again, but An Yinong just walked over to take a closer look, then put down the manga in his hand and picked up a pen.

Only a few strokes were added, and the irregular graffiti turned into a bamboo forest under the moonlight under An Yinong's hands, and a wooden house in the bamboo forest could be vaguely seen, with a figure leaning on the bamboo and playing the flute.

"Wow." This hand is so handsome that the students around are dumbfounded.

"Excellent, so you are so good at drawing, young master?"

"He's even more handsome than the one in my comics! Are you kidding me when you say you want to be a cartoonist?"

The classmate who drew An Yinong's desk before couldn't help approaching him, and put a hand on An Yinong's shoulder: "You are very cool (formidable)! Hey, draw me one, draw a big guy smoking a cigarette .”

"Do you like it very much? It's a pity that I don't like it very much." An Yinong pressed the wrist of the other party and patted him away, then sat in his seat.

"If we were friends, it wouldn't matter if I drew you a big guy with dragon tattoos all over his body, but you always trouble me, I'm very upset, how could I draw you back." An Yinong said very bluntly, but The voice lowered its ferocity.

"You really know how to draw a big brother with dragon tattoos all over his body?" This person's focus has been completely distorted, "Don't be so stingy, why don't you draw one for me."

"Are you my friend and I want to draw you?"

"Friends? Aren't we friends now?...Okay, okay, tomorrow weekend I will take you to the ice room to eat ice cream. There is a younger sister in the ice room, so it's super punctual."

For a painting, this person is simply stalking.He strangled An Yinong's arm with his arm, as if they were really good buddies and friends.

From the memory of the original owner, the boy who intentionally painted his desk was not a school bully who bullied others.There are many reasons for his enmity with the original owner.

First of all, the original owner was not very happy after transferring here, and he liked to ignore everyone, and his grades were not good, and his relationship with his classmates was really mediocre.

Secondly, this person deserves what he deserves. He nicknamed the original owner "Baby Young Master" and often harassed him with small notes.

The original owner angrily reported that the other party secretly read pornographic magazines in class, and finally the magazines were confiscated and he had to write a self-criticism.But the most embarrassing thing was probably being chased to school by his father and beaten.

After that, the relationship between the two became even worse.

However, the original owner didn't seem to hate him very much. On the contrary, he envied this person very much. Even though his grades were poor, why is this person so popular and happy every day without any worries?

He's even a little bit jealous.

"Don't you hate me? Every day, Young Master, Young Master shouts and hits me with paper balls."

"This..." He scratched his hair.

"I know this," said the classmate in the front row who betrayed him, "Awei said you are so beautiful, and he wanted to make friends with you, but he was too shy to say it. When you just transferred to another school, he liked to watch ... Cough cough cough, let go, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

The angry boy blushed and pulled the front row away: "He's talking nonsense."

"..." An Yinong looked at him, feeling that the complicated feelings in his heart were fading away, as if the original owner got the answer here, so he let go of this envy and jealousy.

"I'll draw for you." An Yinong said, taking it as the original owner's response.

After that, he quickly drew a majestic big man with a thick black signature pen.

This big guy has a crew cut, a round beard, scars on his face, a cigar in his mouth, and dragon tattoos on his body. He looks so cool that he has no friends.

An Yinong looked at the tabletop, and then at his hands: when he was drawing, he felt an indescribable sense of joy, which was very similar to when he was singing.

"Okay, He Tiantong, I decided to forgive you for making a small report and causing me to lose my most beloved magazine. From now on, we are friends."

The boy's nonchalant voice interrupted An Yinong's thinking.

An Yinong: "..." She deserved to be confiscated for peeking at pornographic magazines in class.

"Student Tiantong, draw me a picture of a big guy too. I will definitely pass the ball to you when I play football." This black and white painting is so handsome, and the other students who watched were also moved.

"Me too, I'll copy your homework for you."

An Yinong was directly surrounded by people, and they all wanted him to draw pictures on their table.

"Hey, Tiantong is my friend, you, wait until later." The first person who got the desktop painting was unhappy, and he ran over again angrily and pushed the others away: Can these people choose their own topics? ?Why copy him?

"Stingy, is he your friend alone? He is a friend of all of us, right Tiantong?"

"That's right, Tiantong students can paint whoever they want, why are you stopping me?"

"It's class time, let's wait until the get out of class is over." An Yinong dismissed all these, and reached out to take out the Chinese books from the drawer.Unexpectedly, the scene that I thought was a hallucination appeared again.

It was normal for him to stare at the words, but the surroundings were only where he could see them from the corner of his eye, and those words were jumping around.

He tried to 'read' this paragraph in his mind, he read the first sentence first, but found that the actual order of the words was different from the order he 'read'.Of course, this disordered order did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Afterwards, An Yinong continued to read the second sentence. At this time, something happened that had never happened before. He had just finished reading a sentence, and when he read the next sentence, the previous sentence became blurred, as if something was stuck. BUG, he couldn't connect the upper and lower sentences.

"What is this?" An Yinong had never encountered such a thing, he couldn't read a paragraph smoothly, even if he tried hard to concentrate, it was useless.This kind of work with half the effort made him irritable.

Suddenly, he remembered a learning disability that rarely occurs in hieroglyphics.

"Dyslexia?"

Dyslexia usually occurs in people with phonetic language systems, and people with ideographic language systems can also get it, but the frequency is much lower.

This is also the reason why An Yinong didn't react immediately.

"If this is the case, the original owner's poor study actually has an innate reason." In other words, the original owner is not not serious, nor is he mentally handicapped, he just has dyslexia.

This disorder may have plagued the original owner from childhood to adulthood.

In the past, when An Yinong read a piece of text, there would be a voice in his brain that would read it automatically. He could also adjust the timbre and pronunciation habits of this voice at any time, and he could even read it in a dialect in his brain.

However, this function has disappeared now. Now that he sees a paragraph of text, let alone read it aloud in his brain, it takes time to straighten out a sentence.

The former Juren found An Yinong, who was a poor student, and he seemed to understand why the original owner refused to stay even if he died, being an idiot.

This is God wanting him to be 'stupid', and it's useless to struggle desperately.

Gone are the good days of seeing ten lines at a glance, and it would take him twice or even three times as long to understand the meaning of the same book.This meant that they had already begun to answer the questions during the exam, but he hadn't understood the questions yet.

This kind of thing is a test for people's willpower, and it is a kind of temper for life.

People suffering from this disorder cannot engage in literary careers, and the original owner's situation is particularly serious, and many jobs are closed to him.Thinking about it carefully, this may be one of the reasons why he likes to read comics and wants to become a cartoonist.

But everyone else just thinks he's playful and uncertain.

"That kid didn't lie, he's really serious." An Yinong blinked, and suddenly felt a deep regret and grievance.

This grievance almost overwhelmed him, leaving him breathless.

"I will be admitted to a good school, and I will prove myself." He said silently in his heart over and over again, and then slowly suppressed the grievance.

Because of this small congenital defect, An Yinong had to carefully preview today's lesson.

The effect of previewing is not good. Halfway through reading, he will forget what the sentences he read before are. After a few times, he even wants to drop the book.

But in the end he just took a deep breath and twisted his fingers around his thigh, letting the pain fuel him to read on.

The next class began. The Chinese teacher is a very gentle female teacher wearing glasses. Her voice is also soft. The lecture is not rushed and full of emotions.

An Yinong felt that listening to her talk was much more interesting than reading a book by himself, at least the order would not be disordered when listening.

"Tell me," An Yinong communicated with the system, "if I always read the words in a chaotic order, then I can memorize all the texts and convert the texts into speech, will it be easy to remember?"

System: "...Host, please be nice to yourself." Is it too cruel to memorize the whole set of books?

After the Chinese class, An Yinong temporarily pressed the matter of dyslexia. He picked up a classmate and drew him a handsome knight with a sword. Afterwards, he excused himself from being tired and stopped drawing.

He looks very difficult to provoke today, and other people dare not really force him. In addition, his paintings are indeed very handsome, which can satisfy the mentality of these teenagers in the middle school, so these students not only do not blame, but also come to talk Friendship.

"So you really don't have any older sisters in your family?" They asked a question they had thought about for a long time.

"...No, I'm the only son." An Yinong touched his face.

Everyone left disappointed, including many female classmates.

The third class is English class. When his dyslexia encounters English, he encounters a natural enemy. An entire English book is as magical to him as a writhing heavenly book.

An Yinong, who passed CET-[-], held his forehead: I don't know it, and it doesn't know me.

In addition, An Yinong finally met this Miss Zhang.

She is very similar to her nephew, their faces and expressions give people a very weak and harmless feeling, even a little hazy and pure.The students in the class seem to like her, especially the boys.

The teacher called An Yinong up again to answer the question, but An Yinong couldn't answer.She looked a little disappointed, frowning and shaking her head, her slender eyebrows were furrowed, showing an indescribable sense of fragility.

Seeing this kind of expression, most people will subconsciously reflect on themselves, whether they have done something wrong.

"It's amazing." An Yinong thought, "She is a natural mind control expert."

Without saying a word, he was able to beat the original owner to pieces, and he still didn't think it was the teacher's fault, but his own incompetence.

There is no evidence for this kind of trouble. She just trusts you and is willing to give you a chance, so she calls you up to answer the question. How can she make things difficult for you?Is it reasonable for a student not to be able to answer the question?

No one has ever thought that since a teacher has discovered a student's weakness, why not give him specific instructions on how to learn more effectively, but ask him about his weaknesses every day in a 'targeted' manner, which makes him feel frustrated and painful again and again.

Even if he asked other students in the class, they would only think that the English teacher Zhang Yu just paid more attention to 'He Tiantong', and they would not think deeply about what this attention would bring.

This deep malice is aimed at only one person.

This was the environment the original owner was in before. He was plagued by incomprehensible pain, unspeakable malice enveloped him, and conspiracy, traps, and calculations surrounded him.

He was the prey pushed into the swamp, and the more he struggled, the more desperate he became.

The most frightening thing is that he was swallowed deep in the swamp, and the only relative on the shore who could save him stood together with the person who pushed him and talked intimately.

"Calm down, host, you are not the original owner." The system reminded him.The original owner was a 16-year-old boy who was raised too naively by his family, but its host was not, let alone stand there and catch him without a fight.

"I know." An Yinong said softly, he was only affected a little, and didn't become the original owner.

"The original owner's troubles, doubts, pain, and hatred all need answers. Forgive them and can't help him get rid of them. Only by solving them."