Pretending To Be A Boss

Li Xiaoyu also despised stupid people.

But this story sounded somewhat strange.

"I don't understand, what do these behaviors represent?" Li Xiaoyu asked.

Tang Xian gently shook his head and said,

"This idiot, every time she laughs, she sees the mockery of others. She can't distinguish those emotions at all, as if all laughter and all crying are the same. Laughter represents joy, crying represents sadness, and anger represents displeasure. The world is as simple as having only three kinds of emotions. She thinks that if she laughs, the people around her will feel happy."

Li Xiaoyu's eyes widened.

"Yan Xiaoling is very dumb. She can't do most of the lessons the teacher gives her.

Nobody knew what Yan Xiaoling's family background was like, but the rule of the Pyramid was such that children who turned twelve, regardless of their ability or mental health, were all sent to the third layer to study for six years.

For most people, those six years are the most comfortable of their lives.

Yan Xiaoling was a person doomed to be eliminated; her brain simply couldn't keep up with the learning pace in the district, and she would probably be unable to adapt to the social system of the Pyramid in the future.

But there are many fools in this world who like to make futile efforts. In private, Yan Xiaoling always came to me with questions that she might not understand even after a few more years, and naturally, she received my ridicule, along with the usual mockery from many others.

During the midterms of the first school year, as expected, she ranked last in the class.

In the face of everyone's mockery, Yan Xiaoling still smiled like an idiot.

It wasn't the kind of bitter smile, nor did she smile through tears. Her emotions were as purely simple as a freshly built white wall.

I was probably one of the two people most deserving of ridicule.

But those who tried to do this to me would be ridiculed back in an even more harsh manner before they could accomplish their goal.

Before long, no one dared to trouble me anymore.

As a matter of course, everyone turned to bully Yan Xiaoling. Once, her face was swollen from a stone hit. Her face swelled on one side, looking very ridiculous, and wherever she went, she was mocked.

She wanted to smile, but found that every twitch of the muscles on her face was painfully sharp.

In fact, it was discovered by the people in the school that as long as you smiled at Yan Xiaoling, she would definitely return the smile.

So they came up with this idea, wanting to see if Yan Xiaoling would still smile like an idiot when she couldn't smile.

Yan Xiaoling truly did not disappoint everyone's expectations. Bearing the pain, she smiled in an exceedingly ugly and twisted manner, like our souls that had started to mold.

Of course, there were also people who were nice to Yan Xiaoling.

Those who bullied her mostly came from the lower strata and had nasty characters. Those who tried to help her were often children from the second and third layers.

However, once they found out that Yan Xiaoling always loved to be around me, they too gradually distanced themselves from her.

That's how children's rules are. Being seen associating with someone disliked will get you disliked as well.

Even though I despised Yan Xiaoling too, she loved to follow me.

Because I was convinced that teaching her would be futile, I didn't want to waste my time on relationships that would not yield any benefits.

One afternoon in the latter part of the school year, Yan Xiaoling came to me with a box full of food, wanting to give it to me.

So I asked Yan Xiaoling, "What the hell is wrong with you, always following me around? Do you think if our IQs mix, you'll have a normal person's IQ?"

And there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Yan Xiaoling also laughed and said, "Because there's no one around Tang Xian."

Suddenly I sort of understood something, this girl probably had some kind of delusion.

Deep down, she could vaguely understand that everyone hated her and also vaguely understood that they hated me, so she felt that she was the same kind of person as me.
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This laughable connection made her always want to be around me.

She gave me the lunch box with a smile.

Because of my distaste for the school's disgusting nutritional meals, I often snuck out to look for food, and thus I was frequently reprimanded by the teachers.

This was no secret, and later in the third school year, Ke, Shang Lu, and others often followed me out to scrounge for food.

In Yan Xiaoling's understanding, it was probably that I was always hungry. So, she brought food, wanting to give it to me.

I did not accept this presumptuous behavior.

Yan Xiaoling didn't mind; she brought the lunch box every day, or perhaps she simply couldn't comprehend and still idled around me. Occasionally, I would mock her, and I was still too lazy to answer the questions she asked countless times.

But strangely enough, I wasn't that annoyed by her anymore. I started thinking to let her be; she would eventually realize that she was wasting her time.

She was still making useless efforts, often seen flipping through books on mining knowledge by herself.

When I passed by, sometimes I would notice the page numbers. An entire school year passed; while others almost finished a whole book, she only progressed about a dozen pages.

At the end of the first school year, naturally, she remained at the bottom.

This was something that wasn't going to change, and until the third school year when she left, she was always at the bottom.

At the beginning of the second school year, she was still like how she was in the first. When ridiculed, she also smiled.

Those who once enjoyed bullying her didn't seem to love doing so anymore. Probably because they had grown tired of it. It doesn't matter, people's interests always slowly change.