Pablo was like a lit firecracker, who shot up with a swoosh!

Unfortunately, he had just started to run when he was stopped by a ghost.

"Little brother, why are you running?" the coward ghost's voice echoed softly, "Please call an ambulance for me..."

"I really needed an ambulance..."

The coward ghost was originally just intentionally scaring Pablo.

But...

This scene - an empty campus, quiet teaching buildings... He, who was once dragged into the small woods and beaten.

He was in the room, coughing up blood and desperately shouting for help, but his parents didn't notice him.

He really just needed to call an ambulance, he really just...

"Save me," the coward ghost's eyes welled up with two streams of bloody tears. "Save me... just save me."

He raised his hand towards Pablo.

Pablo wanted to scream, but he was like a rooster with a choked throat and couldn't make a sound.

He widened his eyes, wanting to faint but unable to, and could only be forced to look at the ghost in front of him.

Slowly, Pablo felt dizzy and his head was spinning...

My ears were buzzing, and the surrounding sounds suddenly became blurry, as if submerged in water.

Ford... Hahaha... Ford!

Someone shouted in his ear.

Pablo couldn't hear clearly and always felt like the name wasn't his, but it also sounded like his name.

In the end, the names Ford and Pablo merged, and that name became his name completely.

"Hahaha, Pablo, you coward, have the guts to get up!"

"Yo yo, just got punched twice and couldn't get up from the ground like a dead dog, huh?"

"Hahaha..."

There were harsh mocking sounds in my ears.

Pablo didn't know what happened, but suddenly a wave of humiliation surged in his heart.

"You... You don't... don't push people too far!" he gasped, struggling to speak as he exerted all his strength to stand up.

Before I could even get up, I was kicked hard in the stomach by someone.

Ouch... It hurts!

Pablo took a deep breath.

"Hahaha... Is this not acceptable? Weren't we just told not to bully others too much!"

"Damn it, I've disliked you for a long time! You're a useless coward, fair and clean-looking, without a trace of manly spirit."

"Pretty boy! Do you think that all the girls in our class pay attention to you because you attract them with your pretty face? You must be secretly thrilled, huh? Damn it, I can't stand guys like you with twisted minds!"

Pablo's humiliation, grievances, and anger surged from the depths of his heart.

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "I didn't..."

He did not seduce the female classmate.

He had just transferred to a new school. He simply studied quietly and hardly spoke a word all day.

He was not accustomed to the new school, and he was also not very confident in interacting with others.

When someone asked him a question, he clearly wanted to answer, but he was too timid to speak.

Because he didn't speak, the male classmates said he was aloof, looked down on them, and was not sociable.

Not only because of his feminine appearance, but also because of his silent nature, they couldn't stand him just because of this.

Even today, they cornered him into a small grove and beat him up.

"Let me go... I want to go home," Pablo struggled as he got up.

He wanted to cry, his eyes were hot, but there was a clear voice in his heart telling himself: he couldn't cry.

If he cried, it would only make them mock him more.

Pablo struggled to his feet and leaned against a tree as he slowly moved forward.

No sooner had I taken a few steps than I was grabbed by those boys and had my hair pulled, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Hahaha, look, he cried! What a loser!"

"What a disgrace for us men! Crying like this? Are you even a man?"

"Beat him! Damn it, he's so annoying, crying like a little sissy."

The male classmates punched and kicked him.

He didn't dare to resist at all. He just held his head and struggled until they got tired of hitting him, one by one spitting at him while laughing and leaving.

Pablo felt a burning sensation on his face and his stomach was also hurting. He struggled to get up and with every step he took, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The way back home was so long...

Not knowing how long he had been walking, the pain in his body almost made him unable to continue.

Finally, after a long struggle, he managed to make it home. He quickly mustered up the last bit of strength, tidied himself up, and then made an effort to appear as if nothing had happened.

If his parents found out that he had been fighting with someone, they wouldn't ask too many questions. They would only blame him for not getting along well with his classmates and always causing trouble for them.

Pablo held onto the handrail, each step of the staircase in front of him seemed so difficult.

Finally, on the floor where my own house was located, a woman appeared in front of me and asked, "Ford, what's going on?"

Pablo was feeling a bit dazed, but at this moment he had already fully embraced the life of the coward ghost, and now Ford was his name.

"It's nothing..." he said in a low voice. "I didn't eat anything, and my stomach hurts a bit."

The woman's mother did not ask much, and she continued to complain incessantly in her mouth, and went to cook.

During dinner, he was already in so much pain that he could hardly hold on.

At the dinner table, my parents started arguing. They were yelling at each other, and there were always one or two hurtful words that made him feel uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the child, do you think I would have stayed with you?

"If it weren't for the children, I would have divorced you a long time ago!"

Pablo felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart all of a sudden...