Back in junior high, every time I rode Bus No. 80 to Youxian, when I saw on the left a building bearing the words '绵阳中学英才学校', my heart would always be a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, if I had passed the entrance exam to junior high at that time, I would be closer to my dream. On the other hand, it would also mean a higher rate of progression to higher education.

But in hindsight, the choice at that time was the right one.

Otherwise, my mental illness would not have started showing up now; it would have erupted in junior high.