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He had already lost count of how many schools his parents had transferred him to… Even though it was the peak heat of midsummer, an icy aura radiated all around him… Was it because his heart had grown cold…? The strict upbringing since childhood… had molded him into a flawless person, a perfect self… But was he truly perfect? He simply accepted everything with indifference—accepted the reality that he wasn't loved, that he was merely an accident… He had known since he was little that his father disliked him, so he strove with all his might to gain approval. Finally, he won that recognition… But at what cost…? A maturity far beyond his years, a campus filled with the boisterous chatter of peers where his voice was nowhere to be heard, and the only sound of pages turning in a noisy classroom during self-study… “There's nothing more to say… That's all. I've arrived.” Such a detached tone and indifferent demeanor hardly sounded like a child speaking to their parents, but that was just the reality… Once he reached the gate, he saw the deferential teachers and the principal waiting to escort him to his classroom…