When Chen Youzai got up in the morning, he put on the new clothes he had bought and very seriously sprayed styling gel onto his hair, making all of it stand up. Then he looked himself over carefully in the mirror a few more times. Sure enough, with new clothes, his whole bearing was different. Chen Youzai admired himself as he straightened his collar and walked out of the house.
Even the air along the way seemed to have become fresher. Chen Youzai gave every person he met an elegant smile, only to receive roaring laughter in return. Chen Youzai was immediately at a loss. He lowered his head and looked at himself, then instantly understood: this kind of refined bearing did not belong to him.
So Chen Youzai stuck his left hand into his pocket, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and swept them all the way from his forehead to the back of his head, his face full of roguish charm. Unexpectedly, his fingers became tightly tangled in his hair. The beautiful locks he had thought so smooth were, at this moment, so utterly uncooperative. Chen Youzai resentfully walked to a secluded place and slowly pulled his fingers out one by one.
Just as Chen Youzai was grimacing in pain, a girl happened to walk toward him. She also wanted to come here to fix the zipper on her clothes, but she unexpectedly came face-to-face with Chen Youzai’s ferocious expression. The girl turned pale with fright, screamed twice, and rushed off into the distance.
Scenes like this had played out countless times in Chen Youzai’s eighteen years of life. From the moment he was born, ridicule and contempt had followed one after another. His tiny eyes were as small as grains of rice; though bright and spirited, they were practically equal to nonexistent. His flat, collapsed nose looked as though someone had deliberately smashed it in. Then there was that bloody maw of a mouth whenever he smiled, the pimples covering his face, his naturally curly hair… With features like these gathered together, how could a single word like “ugly” possibly be enough?
If Chen Youzai could grow his hair long and use it to cover this face, things might have been a little better. But he just so happened to like slightly short, layered hair, and every day he applied hair gel to it. Once it all stood upright, that face was clearly exposed.
If Chen Youzai’s figure had been a little better, it might have made up for the defects on his face. Unfortunately, a height of 1.67 meters combined with short, bowlegged legs made it impossible for anyone not to wonder just how crippled-looking his face could still manage to be.
If Chen Youzai were honest, steady, and treated others kindly, perhaps his classmates might have changed their opinion of his image somewhat. Unfortunately, Chen Youzai just had to enjoy grandstanding. The more abnormal he looked, the more he insisted on making strange movements. He felt very good about himself, completely unaware of how much visual devastation he brought to others.
Chen Youzai suffered a heavy blow from the girl’s scream and flight. His facial expression stiffened for a good while, only for another boy to pass by. The boy shoved Chen Youzai hard and said in disgust, “You’re already this shabby-looking, yet you’re standing somewhere this obvious and blocking the way! Move aside…”
Chen Youzai grew furious. He raised his fist and swung it at that fairly good-looking boy. He was already in a bad mood, yet this person had still been so tactless. Chen Youzai only gained a slight advantage with the first punch while the other person was caught off guard. After that, he was kicked and slapped by the boy, his whole body like a tattered cloak, swaying on the verge of collapse in midair.
Before long, the crowd slowly surged over. Chen Youzai struggled to open his eyes and saw beauties in every direction. He suddenly jumped up, scratched his head at those classmates, and deliberately put on an expression that said, I am the victor. Unexpectedly, curses and mocking laughter rushed into Chen Youzai’s eardrums without warning, making his head buzz.
“What a coward. It’s Chen Youzai again, showing off all day!”
“Damn, nice hit. Best if you beat that face of his until it’s disabled too. Give him a little plastic surgery…”
“Hahaha… Look at that expression on ‘Facial Paralysis.’ He’s killing me…”
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