The night before the start of school, I had a dream.

In the dream, I was the protagonist of a campus novel, constantly bullied by my old classmates.

I was timid, weak, and had no idea how to speak or use my brain.

I couldn't do anything right and always swallowed my pride.

I was the type of person who got bullied and never stood up for myself.

I was specifically designed to contrast with the positive and enterprising nature of the female lead.

My final appearance was after the female lead had achieved success, as I reminisced about the past and reflected on how character determines destiny.

Wow, that dream really made me angry.

Whoever wants to be bullied can go ahead.

I'm done with it.