Your mom turned and walked away as she spoke. You hung your head, yawning, and followed her.
Your mom and you did not go far, instead standing in a corner of the corridor. At this ti, class had just started, and the teacher’s and students’ attention was not on learning, so both classrooms, including Class 1 of Grade 3, were listening to the conversation between you two.
"You rascal, you’ve grown guts, daring to commit violence at school!"
"Uh! Mom! Gentle, gentle! It’s going to break!"
"Pfft—" With those words, people from both classrooms couldn’t help but cover their mouths to suppress laughter, even Zhao Lirong at the podium tried her best not to laugh out loud.
Your mom’s voice rang out again: "It’s just a few blunt words, is it worth such a heavy hand? That boy was so scared by you, he left a ss of feces and urine. Although he has been taken ho, he probably can’t study at Second Heights anymore."
"Keeping such trash is useless anyway. Ow—Mom, why are you hitting ?"
"If you weren’t my son, I wouldn’t bother with this issue!"
"Ah, if you don’t want to handle it, then don’t. Anyway, what’s done is done. Could it be that our Old Li Family is afraid of their parents’ revenge?"
"I actually hope they’ll retaliate; it would make things easier—Hey? It’s class ti, why is it still so quiet?"
As your mom’s words reached the audience, the teachers and students quickly pretended to analyze their exam papers.
A few minutes later, as before, you wobbled back to your seat. As soon as you sat down, Xiao Feng quickly leaned over: "Old Shu, so you really are the son of ’Queen Mother of the West’?"
"Queen Mother of the West?" You were montarily stunned upon hearing the nickna.
Xiao Feng laughed and explained: "That’s what they call the grade director. Her nickna is Queen Mother of the West. At our Second Heights, even though she’s just a grade director, everyone knows she has powerful connections. Even the principal doesn’t dare to provoke her!"
"There’s not really any strong connections, just that everyone in our Old Li Family has a pretty bold temper." You chuckled, then buried your head and continued to sleep.
Before falling asleep, you snickered lightly and softly said, "Fragile life."
For many people, the classroom is the easiest place to fall asleep, and you quickly entered into a deep sleep and a dream.
It’s a towering original forest, extensive in coverage. Under the shade, grasses and woods thrive, and many animals inhabit here.
Within the forest lies a fairly large grassland, where a herd of sika deer is leisurely grazing.
"Rustle."
A faint rustling noise erged from the bushes beside the grassland, a sharp arrowhead slowly erged from the thick foliage, followed by a fully drawn wooden bow, held by none other than you. However, you appeared quite young at this mont, only about twelve or thirteen years old.
You aid at the nearest sika deer to you, releasing the bowstring with your right hand. With a ’whoosh,’ the arrow flew toward the sika deer!
The arrow ultimately missed the target, hitting a rock beside the sika deer, the noise imdiately startling the herd.
"Damn it!"
You hurriedly pulled another arrow from the arrow quiver on your back, aiming at the prey before you once more. But the startled sika deer did not linger and dashed off into the distance.
At a critical mont, you released the bowstring. The arrow flew through the air once more but instead grazed past the intended target, luckily hitting another smaller sika deer. However, despite being hit, the frightened sika deer did not pause, galloping away with the herd.
You quickly darted out from the bushes, striving to catch up. But how could human legs compare to the nimble limbs of a sika deer? Soon you were out of breath and stopped in frustration, tossing the longbow onto the ground, sitting powerlessly on the soft grass.
"Huff! Huff—No more, I haven’t eaten at for several days already, if this continues, I’ll definitely be eliminated! No, I absolutely cannot be eliminated!" When sitting up, your right hand touched sothing greasy, turning your head to find it was red blood!
"It must be left by that deer!"
With this thought, you hurriedly picked up the wooden bow and continued to follow the blood trail left by the sika deer.
An injured sika deer won’t go far, but you didn’t expect that wild animals’ survival capabilities greatly exceed those of humans. After chasing for nearly half an hour, you eventually decided to give up. Knowing you couldn’t continue, with night approaching, you needed to find a place to make a fire, as nightti in the original forest is extrely terrifying.
Before coming, you’d already undergone a series of wilderness survival training, knowing the best spots to make a fire are close to water sources.
Therefore, your priority was to find water sources, even a fist-wide creek would suffice.
Winding through many paths, you finally found a small creek as the sunset appeared atop the mountain. As you erged from the bushes, you noticed sunlight streaming through, illuminating a certain spot poignantly, turning around, you were montarily stunned.
At this very mont, rely ten or so ters away from you, enveloped in golden sunset atop an open field, a weary sika deer lay there, lifting its head to et your gaze.
Reacting quickly, you grabbed your longbow, drawing an arrow and setting it on the string!
At that instant, it felt like the surrounding air had solidified, ti seemingly paused. You locked eyes with the injured sika deer for a long ti, despite your right hand pulling on the bowstring starting to hurt, hesitant to release the arrow.
The sika deer’s eyes were covered with a golden glow, its pure gaze fixed on you, it suddenly seed to have forgotten to flee, or perhaps it no longer had the energy to escape, it simply sat there quietly, awaiting the arrival of death.
"I’m... I’m sorry!" A clear tear suddenly slid down from the corner of your eye, you closed your eyes, releasing the arrow instantly.
The arrow pierced through the air, accurately striking the sika deer’s heart. There was no cry; the sika deer seed to already know its fate, slowly falling in your reopened eyes.
Tears, continued to fall.
This was your first ti taking a life, as described in novels, like how first-ti animal killers often vomit.
Yet, peculiarly, your heart felt exceptionally calm at this mont with no strange sensation. Scenes from previously locking eyes with the sika deer kept flashing, evoking a unique feeling within you.
With trembling hands, you unbuckled a sharp dagger from the military belt at your waist, delicately chopping off the sika deer’s head, then dissecting its belly, placing so inedible organs together with the head.
You personally dug a pit, burying the deer’s head and organs within it, layering dirt on top, and placing several stones over it.
Finally, you stepped back two paces, knelt down, lightly touching your forehead to the ground, whispering: "Thank you, your life will continue in ."
Sunlight’s golden glow cast over your body once more. As your eyes squinted, the dream gradually faded, eyes slowly opening to find Xiao Feng’s sowhat abstractly shaped face close by.
"What?" You yawned.
"Old Shu, hey, the class monitor is looking for you for sothing."
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