Wang Shiyu's mother suddenly received a phone call, saying there was something she had to deal with at school, and took Wang Shiyu with her.

My mom and I were standing at the entrance of KFC.

When they walked away, I could feel the air pressure around me gradually becoming abnormal.

It was the kind of suffocating, overcast feeling, as well as the harbinger of an impending storm.

My mom asked me a question, she said, "Why can't you beat her? Why can't you be the number one in the exam?

"You have made me lose face, do you know how embarrassing it is for me because of you?"

Without waiting for my response, my mom continued to say, "Yes, I am just a hairdresser, others are teachers, it's natural for them to look down on me."

She turned to stare at my face, with eyes as black as pitch, unable to see an end or light, like a black hole that could crush everything.

Just looking at her eyes made me start trembling unconsciously.

With a pale face, trembling lips, I apologized to her, saying that I was useless and couldn't bring her honor, and promised to study hard in the future.

She just looked at me in silence, and then noticed the stain on my collar the next second.

Because I hesitated to eat, the ice cream cone slowly melted in my hand, turning into a soft, messy mud.

My nerves had been taut because of my mom, and I didn't even know when the melted ice cream had soiled my clothes.

My mom completely broke down, the string of reason in her head continuously tightened, eventually breaking at this moment.

Her face visibly changed color, gradually becoming fierce and twisted.

The bulging veins on her arms, the widened eyes, and the eyebrows twisted into a knot were so scary.

My mom raised her hand and slapped me hard.

She had a strong force, and I lost my balance, falling directly to the ground.

The buzzing in my ears exploded, and my eyes also went black.

My palms and knees were scraped heavily on the cement, throbbing as if they were burning.

She started crying, crying hoarsely, "Why did you dirty your clothes? Your dad doesn't care about anything, he doesn't care at all!

"I work so hard to earn money, I wish I could stick my eyes on you, how much have I sacrificed for you, why do you still cause trouble for me, do you not want to see me idle?

"I must owe you in my past life, you are a debt collector, what do you want from me, tell me! Tell me!"

She screamed hysterically, her face full of snot and tears, feeling unrelieved, she started kicking my back with her feet.

It hurts so much.

I struggled to get up and hide, still crying and apologizing to her, begging for her forgiveness, saying I would wash my clothes myself, and I would wash them clean.

Under the sunshade at the entrance of KFC were several chairs made of iron frames.

My mom picked up a chair and smashed it onto me without hesitation.

Like trying to kill a cockroach, or a harmful insect like a mouse.

I cried so hard: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom, please don't hit me..."

It's all my fault, it's all because I didn't get the top spot, it's all my fault for dirtying my clothes.

The chair hit my lower leg, the broken cries broke through my throat, and the intense pain made my eyes cover with a layer of darkness.

Through that layer of darkness, I could only see the hatred in my mom's eyes, as if she wanted me to disappear from the world.

When someone came out, KFC's staff and a few strangers, there was chaos around.

Someone snatched the chair from my mom's hand, someone stood in front of me, and someone grabbed my mom's arm.

They said, "Are you trying to kill your child! It's an iron chair! Are you crazy? How can you vent your anger on a child!"

My mom stood in the center of the crowd, disheveled hair, tears smudging her makeup, looking terrifying.

My mom slapped her chest and shouted, "What does it have to do with you how I handle my child? Why are you stopping me, can she die just by being hit a few times?

"I care for her for her own good, I have raised her alone painstakingly, can't I be angry with her? Why is she so precious!"

The ice cream cone in my hand was now just an empty cone, sticky ice cream stained my hands.

A few minutes ago, happiness was replaced by an unparalleled fear, spreading throughout my body, surging in every drop of blood.

Fear made me unable to feel the pain in my legs, instead, it was nausea, the churning and pressing nausea in my stomach.