(The early part of this chapter is from the perspective of Caramel Snail, temporarily switching to first-person)
I am always pondering.
When I was young, before I earned the name 'Jiaozi Niu,' I was already thinking about one thing.
Why am I always expected to achieve great things but can never accomplish anything?
The elders would always boast about me, praise me, think of me as a genius. They would pray to nonexistent deities for blessings, hoping I would study hard, change my class, and fulfill their dreams.
To this end, they would give their all, offering me all their love, all their nourishment.
Sometimes it was a box of almond dew, sometimes a pen, sometimes a set of "One Hundred Thousand Whys," and even game consoles and tablets.
Back then, I didn't know that this sort of privileged treatment was called 'hope.'
I once thought this kind of privilege, like that of a crown prince, would continue forever.
