I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    Combining the original owner's memory and the time point provided in the plot, he found a good time: "The original owner's father filed for divorce, it seems that it is 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 family members were there, and Grandpa He, who could not tolerate sand in his eyes, was also there.

    The original owner's father wanted to add a second room, and the original owner's mother would rather get divorced in one shot, so they would come to the old house, and in the end they really left, and there was a 'stepmother' thing.

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

    "Little Seven, on a rainy Monday, help me pay attention."

    "Okay."

    When 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 medium height.

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

    "He Tiantong is back? I see that your desk is too plain. I drew a picture for you. Don't thank me." pattern.

    An Yinong squinted at the desktop and said nothing.

    They thought that this young master who couldn't joke was going to go crazy again, but An Yinong just walked over to read it carefully, put down the cartoon in his hand, and picked up a pen.

    Only a few strokes were added, and the random graffiti became a bamboo forest under the moonlight under the hands of An Yinong. You can vaguely see a wooden house in the bamboo forest with a figure leaning on it. Play the flute on bamboo.

    "Wow." This hand is so handsome, the students around are stunned.

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

    "More handsome than my comics! Are you kidding me that you want to be a cartoonist?"

    The classmate who painted An Yinong's desk before couldn't help but approach, put a hand on An Yinong's shoulder: "You are very shy (powerful)! Hey, hey, draw me One, draw a big guy smoking a cigarette."

    "Do you like it very much? Unfortunately, I don't like it very much." An Yinong held the opponent's wrist and slapped it away, then sat down in his place.

    "If we are friends, it doesn't matter if I draw you a dragon tattooed all over the body, but you always make trouble with me, I'm very unhappy, how can I draw you back." An Yinong's words were very rude, but the ferocity of his voice was lowered.

    "Are you really good at drawing dragons all over the body?" This person's focus was completely skewed, "Don't be so stingy, you can draw me one."

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

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

    For a painting, this person is a stalker. He put his arm around Aynon's arm, as if they were really good buddies and good friends.

    From the memory of the original owner, the boy who deliberately painted his desk was not a bullying school bully. There are many reasons for his feud with the original owner.

    First of all, the original owner was not very happy after transferring to here. He ignored everyone, and his grades were not good, and his relationship with his classmates was really average.

    Secondly, this person deserves it. He nicknamed the original owner 'baby young master' and often harassed him with small notes.

    The original owner angrily reported that the other party was secretly reading pornographic magazines in class. In the end, the magazine confiscated him and wrote a review book. But the most humiliating thing was probably being chased by his father to the school to beat him.

    The relationship between the two was even worse.

    But the original owner doesn't seem to hate him very much. On the contrary, he is envious of this person. He obviously has poor grades.

    He was even a little jealous.

    "Don't you hate me very much? Every day the young master shouts and hits me with a small ball of paper."

    "This..." He scratched his hair.

    "I know this," the classmates in the front row betrayed him, "Awei said you are so beautiful, he wants to be friends with you, but he is too shy to say it. You just transferred He likes to watch it very much when he is still in the midst of… Cough, cough, let go, I won’t say anything, okay?”

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

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

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

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

    This big guy has a flat head, a beard, a scar on his face, a cigar, and a dragon tattoo on his body. He looks so cool that he has no friends.

    An Yinong looked at the table and at his hands: When painting, there is an indescribable sense of pleasure, which is very similar to when he sings.

    "Okay, He Tiantong, I've decided to forgive you for making small reports and causing me to lose my favorite magazine. From now on, we are friends."

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

    An Yinong: "..." I peeked at pornographic magazines in class and deserved to be confiscated.

    "Student Tiantong, draw me a picture of a big guy. I will pass the ball to you in the future." .

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

    An Yinong was directly surrounded by people, and they all wanted him to paint on their desk.

    "Hey, Tiantong is my friend, you, you can wait." The first person who got the desktop painting was not happy, he ran over again and pushed the others away angrily: Don't these people choose their own topics? Why copy him?

    "Stingy, is he your friend alone? He is a friend of all of us, isn't he Tiantong classmate?"

    "That's right, Tiantong can paint for whomever he wants. What are you stopping me?"

    "We're going to class, wait for the get out of class to end." An Yinong dismissed all these, and stretched out his hand to take out the Chinese book from the drawer. Unexpectedly, the scene that I thought was an illusion appeared again.

    He tried to 'read' this passage 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 the sentence.

    After that, An Yinong continued to read the second sentence. At this time, there was something that had never happened before. He had just finished reading one sentence, and then went to the next sentence, and the previous sentence became It was blurry, as if there was a bug, and he couldn't connect the two sentences.

    "What is this?" An Yinong had never encountered such a thing before. He could not finish reading a paragraph smoothly, even if he tried to concentrate, it was useless. This kind of thing with half the effort made him irritable.

    Suddenly, he remembered a learning disability that rarely occurs in the hieroglyphic system.

    "Dyslexia?"

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

    This is also the reason why Anon did not react immediately.

    "If this is the case, the original owner's poor learning actually has a congenital reason." In other words, the original owner is not serious or mentally retarded, he just has dyslexia.

    This disorder may have plagued the original owner since childhood.

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

    However, this function has disappeared now, and now he sees a piece of text, let alone reading it in his head, it takes time to straighten out a sentence.

    An Yi Nongma, who was born in the past, seemed to understand why the original owner refused to stay and be a fool when he died.

    This is God trying to make him 'stupid', and it is useless to struggle hard.

    The good days of ten lines at a glance are over, and it takes him twice or even three times the time to understand the meaning of the same book and one volume. This means that they have already started to answer the questions during the exam, but he has not yet understood the questions.

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

    People with this disorder are unable to engage in literary careers, and the original owner's condition is particularly serious, and many jobs are closed to him. Thinking about it, this may be one of the reasons why he likes to read comics and wants to become a comic artist.

    But everyone else just thought he was playful.

    "The kid didn't lie, he was serious." An Yinong blinked, suddenly feeling a deep regret and grievance.

    The grievance almost overwhelmed him and left him breathless.

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

    The effect of preview is not good, halfway through reading, he will forget what sentence he has read before, and after a few times he even wants to throw the book.

    But in the end he just took a deep breath and twisted his thighs with his fingers, letting the pain spur him to continue reading.

    The next class starts. The Chinese teacher is a very gentle female teacher wearing glasses. Her voice is also soft, and the lecture is not rushed and full of emotion.

    Ann Yinong felt that listening to her was much more interesting than reading books by herself, at least not out of order when listening.

    "You said," An Yinong communicated with the system, "If I always read the words in a disordered order, then I will memorize all these texts and convert the text into speech, right? Remember?"

    System: "...Host, treat yourself better." Isn't it too hard to memorize the whole set of books?

    After the Chinese class, An Yinong temporarily pressed the matter of dyslexia. He picked a classmate and drew him a handsome knight with a sword. After that, he excused his tiredness and stopped writing.

    He doesn't look very easy to mess with today, and other people don't dare to force him, and his paintings are really handsome, which can satisfy the mentality of these teenagers, so these students not only No wonder, they have to come over to talk and make friends.

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

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

    Everyone left disappointed, including many female classmates.

    The third class is English class. His dyslexia encounters English as a natural enemy. A whole English book is as magical for him as a twisting book from heaven.

    An Yinong, who has passed CET 4, covered his forehead: I don't know it, it doesn't know me.

    In addition, An Yinong finally saw this Miss Zhang.

    She is very similar to her nephew, their faces and expressions are very soft and harmless, even a little hazy pure 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 disappointed, frowning and shaking her head, her slender eyebrows furrowed with an indescribable brittleness.

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

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

    If you don't say a word, you can beat the original owner to pieces, and you don't think it's the teacher's fault, it's all your own incompetence.

    No evidence can be found for this kind of trouble, she just trusts you and is willing to give you a chance to call you up to answer the question, how can she make trouble for you? As a student, is it reasonable that you can't answer the question?

    No one has ever thought that since a teacher has discovered the weaknesses of his students, why not give him specific pointers on how to study more effectively, but instead ask him about his weaknesses every day, so that Time and time again he felt frustrated and miserable.

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

    This deep malice is aimed at only one person.

    This is the environment the original owner was in before, the pain of not understanding haunts him, the unspeakable malice enveloped him, and the conspiracy, traps, and calculations surrounded him.

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

    The most terrifying thing is that he was engulfed in the depths of the swamp, and the only relative who could save him and the person who pushed him stood and talked intimately on the shore.

    "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 his host was not, let alone standing there and captured.

    "I know." An Yinong said softly, he was only affected a little, not the original owner.

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