I want to be a "villain"

In this world, there are always people who look like villains. I mean, they look like villains, but they are not necessarily villains. Adults told me from an early age that if you are nice, you will be bullied. It will be warm to see some people with delicate faces and kind eyes. For some ferocious rascals, they will be discouraged if they don't feel it.

A long scary person, in theory, is absolutely imposing when preparing for war. One look may make the other person take a step back. When the wicked attack, they use the aura instead of the real kung fu. After three axes, if there is no deterrent to the other side, the winning rate will basically drop below half.

Of course, the wicked are not just hideous, but there are many kinds, such as world-weary revenge on society, obscene perverts, stealing chickens and dogs, and leading a totally clean life. ...

The high risk level is the wicked who are world-weary and retaliate against society. It's best not to meet such wicked people. Abnormal cleanliness fanatics, who have a low risk factor, usually become the joke of afternoon tea. You were walking in the park when suddenly a man jumped out of the flowers and took off his pants to reveal his privacy. You were caught off guard, called you a pervert, and then ran away It was originally a pleasant moment to enjoy flowers and scenery, so it was destroyed by a monster.

Usually, when normal people see a beautiful woman's slender white legs, they will appreciate it as a work of art and think it is really beautiful. The perverted villain saw the tender flesh of glistening and wanted to kneel down and lick it with his tongue.

This idea is inherently evil. Even if you pretend, your eyes and saliva can't fool the eyes of the world.

As a weak person since childhood, I have been bullied by others. I remember when I was in primary school, the dilapidated classroom was a house made of earth. Because it rained all the year round, there were many holes in the wall. After class, one of the students was outside and the other was inside, shouting and watching each other. Once I was lying in the mouth of the cave and looking in, suddenly a classmate threw a handful of dirt from it, which fascinated my eyes instantly. I was in tears, but no one came to comfort me, let alone admit the attack.

At that time, although I still didn't understand professional ambiguous words such as human feelings, I was still sad for a long time and didn't dare to tell my mother when I went home. I had many such experiences when I was young, and I vowed to be a "villain" at that time.

When I was a child, Hong Kong martial arts TV dramas were particularly popular. Whenever I see a great soldier doing heroic deeds, my blood boils. I want to be such a great soldier in the future, and let those who bully me obediently submit to my feet. So I found an abandoned bed board from the yard and spent three days making a "sword" that I was satisfied with. Then I ran to the backyard garden to find a clearing and started my own martial arts training trip. Practice until you are sweating all over, forget to go home for dinner, and practice until dusk fades. A month later, I think I can walk out of the mountain. After school, I found my classmate who had bullied me and took the initiative to challenge him to a duel. I started practicing hard day and night, ready to give each other a fatal blow, but after three or two rounds, I was still beaten on the ground.

Later, when I grew up, I saw too many bullies bullying innocent citizens. My evil dream keeps flashing in my mind. I want to be a strong person, at least a strong person who will not be bullied casually.

It is not as easy as I thought to turn a person with delicate skin into a villain when others see him. I lay in bed imagining countermeasures, thinking about others' fear of myself, and couldn't help secretly rolling on the bed a few times, with a strange smile on my face.

I began to fantasize about the moment when such a day came.

On a dark windy night, I hid in the alley mouth, waiting for the prey to appear, and it was a man, which made me even more abnormal (smirking). Before I came here, I had figured out that people who are physically strong and sick are not the targets of sex hunting, because the former may implement anti-adultery tactics against me, and the latter can't show my wicked nature. Finally, I squatted there and kept looking at the wind and grass around me. At eleven o'clock, the opportunity finally came. A thin man with eyes and a briefcase is slowly coming towards me. I rushed over and dragged him into a dark alley. Then I rolled over and knocked him down and rode on him. At this time, the weak public officials trembled and shouted "No, no …". This kind of bridge has been seen many times on TV. I suppressed my nausea. Can you be a man! "

An evil adventure ended so hastily. Although I didn't succeed, this experience still made me "grow" a lot. In fact, you are not weak in life, but you easily imagine yourself as weak. Once you show your strong side, there are still many people who are afraid of looking weak.