Chapter 1

My sister has always been strange.

She often tells me that her future self has called her on the phone.

Everyone thinks she's gone mad.

Only I understand that she's not lying.

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In elementary school, my sister was the tallest in her class, so she often helped the teacher maintain discipline.

One day, a new student transferred to their class. His name was "Stinky".

The teacher publicly instructed the class, saying that Stinky had been in a car accident and suffered brain damage that hadn't fully healed. She encouraged everyone to take extra care of him.

The students all chorused "Okay," but undercurrents were already stirring beneath the surface.

The teacher's well-intentioned instructions had fully activated the "evil" in some people's hearts.

Now everyone knew that Stinky was a mentally challenged child.

From then on, he was subjected to all sorts of "special care".

Some people secretly poured urine into his water bottle and tricked him into drinking it;

Others dragged him into a group of girls and publicly pulled down his pants;

Some spread Super Glue on paper and stuck it to his back, with "I'm a retard" written in red ink.

Perhaps Stinky really was mentally challenged.

In the face of these personal insults, he seemed as if nothing had happened and still came to school happily every day.

My sister, being righteous, saw how terribly Stinky was being bullied and used her height advantage to stand up for him multiple times.

Little did she know that after that, it was as if she had opened Pandora's box.

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