After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 376 Who Is Defining Me?

"But it doesn't matter, because love is the attitude of one soul to another soul, not the reaction of one organ to another. It has nothing to do with gender, it has nothing to do with external appearance, and the love that returns to the most essential is the relationship between souls. comminicate."

"You don't know this not because you are pure, but because you are ignorant. You all think of yourself as normal not because you are normal, but because you are cowardly. You are afraid of other people's strange eyes, fear of being criticized, fear of being excluded by everyone , so I restrain my personality, hide my true likes and dislikes, ignore my differences, and blindly follow the crowd."

"Of course, it is your freedom to be willing to follow the crowd, and I have no right to interfere, but you can't laugh at, suppress, or deny the bravery of others just because you are cowardly, so as to prove that your cowardice is right, and it is wise to protect yourself."

After the words were finished, there was no sound in the class.

Ye Xingli thought they were intimidated by his words, but when she turned around, she realized that the homeroom teacher, who was in menopause, was standing behind her sullenly, and she didn't know how long she had been listening.

She was so frightened that she trembled all over, and there were only three words left in her mind in an instant: It's over.

Before she sat down on the seat tremblingly, the woman began to attack with a shrill voice: "Ye Xingli! Stand up for me!"

"The class bell has already been rung, you are not honestly sitting in your seat waiting for class, what nonsense are you talking about in class?"

"Look at yourself, do you still look like a girl? You are only so old that you talk about love and love. Is this something you should consider at your age? Do you still have Don't you have any sense of shame?"

"If you're so curious about this kind of thing, you should stop taking this school as soon as possible, drop out of school and go home and let your parents arrange blind dates for you, and it will save you many years of detours!"

"I usually think that you are a girl, and I don't want to say something too bad. I didn't expect you to be shameless and go too far."

After a round of scolding, Ye Xingli was invited as a parent.

Her parents were obedient to the teacher, but punched her hard when they got home.

They confiscated all the extra-curricular books she usually read most, saying that it was because she read too many of these messy and bad books that she became so shameless.

They tore up the posters of the stars she liked, saying that it was because she was spoiled by these non-male, non-female, nondescript people, so she didn't look like a girl.

Her figurines, game consoles, and assembled models all failed to escape the clutches, because they said that these are things that boys should play with.

"Why do girls have to look like girls?"

Ye Xingli faced the camera, and in front of him was the raging fire caused by the accumulation of books, posters, assembly models and other items.

The fire light was reflected in her pitch-black eyes, burning all her spirits, and even her voice was like a handful of ashes, disheartened.

It seems to be mumbling to himself, and it seems to be questioning the audience.

"Why do girls who dye their hair just don't learn well?"

Lu Ruimo squatted on the corner of the street in a daze, the phone in her hand was still buzzing and vibrating, one after another bad comments poured towards her continuously, like pots of dirty water flowing in a steady stream. Splash on her.

So much so that even she almost forgot that she just wanted to share her joy with everyone at first, that's all.

"Why is it that as long as it is a woman who is caught in the public opinion turmoil, it will definitely be made pornographic?"

Zhao Zhiyu sat blankly in front of the computer, the screen was filled with unsightly obscenities.

It seems that what she was admitted at the beginning was not that she had a bad attitude at work, but that she had betrayed her body.

It seems that as long as she is labeled as a poor character, everyone can trample on her dignity in the name of justice.

"Why do girls who learn to dance always have chaotic private lives?"

Su Xianchen hugged her knees with her hands and curled up in a corner of the dance classroom.

She thought that as long as she resisted the temptation and cherished her feathers, she would be able to walk on this road for a long time and never collapse the house.

But she didn't expect that she was not destroyed by self-indulgence, but by the jealousy of one group of people and the prejudice of another group of people.

"Why can't I escape the slut|slut humiliation even though I have covered myself up and down with only a pair of eyes exposed?"

On the dilapidated street, Feng Yasong was wrapped in a pure black burqa, quietly listening to the woman's increasingly sharp scolding, but one question after another emerged in his mind:

Why do girls have to be gentle and gentle?

Why is a woman's life incomplete without having a child?
Why must the man dominate the outside and the woman dominate the inside?

Why are girls naturally not good at science?
Why are female drivers all road killers?
Why are you being harassed because you dress flirtatiously?

Why is being bullied because of being liked?

Why do you have to have a background and be supported if you have a good career?

One after another, the questions turned into strings of blood-red text, densely occupying the entire screen.

Correspondingly, there are all kinds of noisy human voices in the BGM:

"Who told her to dress so coquettishly? She deserves to be harassed!"

"He bullies you every day because he likes you!"

"How can a woman never get married or have children all her life? She will be pointed at and laughed out of her teeth!"

"How did the person in front drive? It looks like a female driver!"

"What's the use of reading so many books for a girl? Why don't you find a rich man to marry in the future, and stay at home with your husband and children for the rest of your life!"

"Anyone who can get ahead in this circle, which one is clean?"

These voices mixed together, like a strange incantation, which made people feel chest tight and suffocated, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

Feng Yasong held his head in his hands, struggling to retreat, trying to escape this cage woven by prejudice.

But the people around her gathered more and more.

They were like walking corpses controlled and tamed by an invisible big hand, chanting those "all for her own good" spells, squeezing her living space step by step, approaching.

Feng Yasong shrank, screamed, and cried for mercy, but they turned a deaf ear.

And when she finally made up her mind, took out the weapon hidden under the pure black burqa, and pointed the black muzzle at them, the whole world instantly became like a silent movie, completely silent.

Accompanied by a 'bang' gunshot, a series of blood-red words were printed on the black screen:
Who is it that defines me?

And why do I have to obey?

Rights are never given by others, but earned by oneself.

　My aunt visited today, and the pain made me lose half my life. After writing these, I will go to rest. I will try to write more tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)