C919 20 Minutes of Violence

As soon as Ivan entered junior high school, her height, figure, and face were all completely different from when she was in primary school.

It was also at this moment that she realized that she was actually very beautiful, especially when she smiled. Her eyebrows were curved, and she was as clean as dewdrops with the tip of a lotus.

However, she did not like to laugh, and there was nothing funny about it.

Ivan would only return home every week for boarding in junior high school. Although she could not avoid a beating, this frequency was much better than before.

There was a retired ballet dancer in the school. It was said that she was the head of the city's ballet troupe. Later on, because she was injured, she transferred to the school and started a specialised ballet class. She was very beautiful. The school fees were also very expensive, but there were still many students who went to school.

Ivan also wanted to learn, but she knew that adopting parents would not let her learn ballet.

She could only learn secretly.

Every time, she hid behind a big tree next to the dance classroom and watched them dance. Her perspective was not very good. Usually, only one student council member would appear in her field of vision. Sometimes, it would be because they needed to concentrate and train. There wasn't even a single person.

During the day, she would learn that student's movements, and at night, she would go back to the dormitory and lock herself in the bathroom to practice.

She had been learning from the student for a week before she was reported to the teacher. The teacher's words and expressions prohibited her from going to the tree to secretly learn her dance lessons.

At that time, Ivan did not even know that she had to pull her tendons down to her waist to learn ballet. She only knew that she had to learn to walk on the toes. She had to practice her posture, and she had to learn the basic hand movements. She did not want to give up on liking ballet so easily, so she began to recall the ballet group dance in the square. She recalled their movements and silently trained herself.

This kind of learning was dull and blind. She didn't know whether she was right or wrong, nor did she know if her daily practice was useful, nor did she know what she would do after she finished this practice.

She began to find the way for her ballet, so she saved her money and bought the cheapest smartphone, as well as a one-month traffic card.

She used her smartphone to look for the ballet video, wrote down the important points that her teacher had mentioned in her notebook, and used a pencil to draw a simplified picture of the movements. She then marked down the numbers to remind herself of the following training sequence.

A smartphone was considered rare in middle school, but she could not avoid her classmates in the dormitory by using her smartphone. Everyone was at the age where they loved to play. When they saw Ivan having such a treasure, they all went to borrow it. Ivan's phone could not be used to make calls, so there was a limit to the number of people in the card. Since her classmates wanted to borrow her phone to play, then it was inevitable that it would consume her traffic. But she did not even satisfy her own needs, so how could she lend it to others?

She rejected it but was reported to the form teacher by her roommate. The form teacher confiscated her phone and called her adoptive parents to come to school.

Her adoptive mother didn't come, but her adoptive father.

It was a rainy Wednesday. Her adoptive father pulled her hair to the corridor that was drenched in the rain and kicked her in the chest.

She was already familiar with this kind of opening. She curled up her body and used her two hands to protect her head to welcome the next assault.

No one taught her how to get through the beatings smoothly, but she had already figured out what kind of position she could use to avoid getting hurt.

She had to, she had to protect her head.

Her body told her that as long as she could protect her head, then all the brutality could be endured.

When adoptive parents beat people, they still liked to scold them. His scolding alarmed the teachers and students in the entire school building. Everyone curiously crowded around and watched for twenty minutes of violence.

The teachers couldn't stop it, and the students didn't dare to stop it.

Silence was the attitude of the teachers and classmates. The coldness was Ivan's perception that had not changed for so many years.