"Bullied?"
"Ah... when I was small, Angry Birds was really popular. All the kids around me were playing."
Spencer chuckled, lifting his phone to show Yan Huan the sparsely haired, slightly bulging-eyed version of himself on the screen,
"Then look, don't I resemble those bald green pigs in it?"
"..."
Yan Huan looked at the inherently frail-looking child on the screen and then glanced at Spencer now, as if realizing something.
Spencer himself looked at the image on the phone again and explained,
"At that time, I thought those people wanted to be friends with me. Those peers, because of my mother, always pretended to be nice to me, and I naively believed them.
"In the end, they were just treating me like a fool for their amusement. When playing the game, they always played as those birds with pretty feathers, and I was that annoying green pig..."
Spencer put down the phone, picked up a small stone, and threw it toward the building outside.
"Clack~"
