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Chen Youzai got up in the morning, put on the new clothes he bought, and seriously sprayed gel on his hair to make it stand upright. He took a few more glances in front of the mirror and realized that the new clothes were different. Chen Youzai sighed in admiration as he straightened his collar and walked out of the house.

The air became fresher along the way. Chen Youzai smiled elegantly at everyone he met, but what he got in return was the laughter of others. Chen Youzai was confused. He looked down at his body and immediately understood that this temperament did not belong to him.

Thus, Chen Youzai put his left hand into his pocket and opened up his right hand's fingers. From his forehead all the way to the back of his head, his face was filled with the aura of a ruffian. Unexpectedly, his fingers were entangled by his hair. Chen Youzai's hair, which he thought was smooth and smooth, seemed to be so disappointing at the moment. He bitterly walked to a place where he could carry people and slowly pulled out his fingers one by one.

Just as Chen Youzai was gritting his teeth and opening his mouth, a girl walked over from the opposite direction. She also wanted to zipper the top of her clothes and didn't want to be in direct contact with Chen Youzai's ferocious face. The girl's face turned pale with fright. She screamed twice and dashed into the distance.

This scene in Chen Youzai's 18 years of life has played out who knows how many times, from his birth, ridicule and disdain followed one after another. His bean-sized eyes were bright but lifeless; his flat nose looked like it had been deliberately smashed; his mouth was wide open in a cruel smile; his face was full of wounds; and his curly hair was born. How could all these facial features be considered ugly!

It would have been better if Chen Youzai had long hair to cover his face, but he liked the shorter strands. He added glue to his hair all day long, and when it was all erected, his face was clearly exposed.

If Chen Youzai had a better figure, he could make up for his facial defects. However, with a height of 1 metre 67, coupled with short legs, no one didn't want to guess how badly his face could be damaged.

If Chen Youzai was honest and kind, perhaps his classmates would have a better impression of him. Unfortunately, Chen Youzai liked to attract attention. The more deformed he was, the more he had to do some weird actions. He felt good about himself, but he did not know how much visual damage he brought to others.

Chen Youzai was shocked when the girl screamed and left. After his expression changed for a while, he didn't expect another guy to pass by, but he pushed Chen Youzai and said in disgust: "You look so shabby, yet you're standing in such a conspicuous place! "Move to the side …"

Chen Youzai was angry. He raised his fist and waved it at the boy who looked pretty good. He was not in a good mood to begin with, but he didn't expect this person to be so rude. Chen Youzai only got a small advantage when others were caught off guard by his first punch. Then, he was kicked and slapped again and again by that boy. His entire body was like a broken cloak, swaying in the air.

After a while, the crowd slowly swarmed over. Chen Youzai struggled to open his eyes and saw that there were beauties everywhere. He jumped up and scratched his head at his classmates, pretending that he was the winner. In the end, not only did he not want the cursing and mocking to rush into Chen Youzai's eardrums, it even made his head buzz.

"Bullsh * t, it's Chen Youzai again. He stinks all day long!"

"F * ck, you did well. You had better cripple his face, give him a full face …"

"Hahaha …" "Look at that" facial paralysis "expression, it's so funny …"

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