What kind of experience is it to be ridiculed by Xueba?

I don't study well, and I am usually self-aware, so I don't feel anything special when I am ridiculed by Xueba in most cases, except a little uncomfortable, but only a little.

Actually, I was not like this before. I used to be a bully in the eyes of scum. Usually, scum has questions for me. Although I won't show it, I actually have a very strong sense of superiority inside. I will think silently, you can't really have a brain problem with such a simple problem, or I can easily solve such a difficult problem. I'm really smart. Wait.

However, feng shui has turned around. Later, for some reason, I completely became a school cake worse than school slag. I totally understand what it's like to be an idiot. When I first changed from a schoolmaster to a school cake, I was ashamed of my broken achievements. I've been wondering if my brain is broken and I suddenly become stupid. Although the results are poor every time, the basic ranking is the bottom. I still think that I am still a proud schoolmaster in my heart. I never feel like a schoolmaster. I always feel that I am no different from those schoolmasters in my class. I also think I'm smart. I think the teacher is still partial to myself, and I think I still live in the old schoolmaster era that I feel glamorous.

It was not until one day that I was ridiculed by them that I realized that I was not from the same world as them. I once talked to them with a tone of learning hegemony, that is, that kind of confident honey is a good student temperament. Then one day, the teacher asked me to do problems on the blackboard. I really can't do it. I prayed that I would never shout at me, but I was really yelled at. I am at a loss, looking at the problem in front of me, very embarrassed.

Later, the teacher asked if anyone in the class would help me answer the questions. Then as soon as our class bullied people, he came up to help me. He really looked at me with disdain and stood awkwardly, then stopped paying attention to me, brushed a few times and answered the question and went back. The teacher asked me to go back, too.

? I felt very uncomfortable after I sat back in my seat. I thought I was standing in front of the blackboard in shame, thinking about Xueba's mocking and disdainful eyes. I was embarrassed to dig a crack in the ground and get in. That was my worst time. Later, I gradually became psychologically tolerant and faced up to my scum status. Slowly, I don't care about the ridicule of Xueba. I have a thick skin and I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, I no longer care about other people's eyes, and I no longer look down on people who are inferior to myself. I learned to treat everything with a normal heart.