"That's right, I'm jealous, jealous of that unborn brother or sister."
Du Zizun sat on the bench in the dressing room, arms resting on his knees, hands clasped, head hanging down, his eyes on the floor, "I've been waiting for you to come back and get me since I was a kid. To wait for this day, I've endured a lot, always hoping to be a son who doesn't cause you any trouble."
"So, I studied hard. When someone bullied me, I endured it at first, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I fought back," as if recalling past events, Du Zizun smiled slightly, "Later, I worried they might tell the teachers or parents, so I threatened them if they dared to tell, I'd hit them every time I saw them. Like that, I inexplicably became someone at school no one dared to bully."
"Now, I can finally go home, but then you tell me Mom is pregnant, and I'm going to have a brother or sister."
