As soon as he entered the store, the owner looked up and said, "Shu, so those boys beat you up today too." 

"Yes, they beat me up again, Uncle," Shu replied, his voice tinged with pain and resignation.

"I knew you would be injured today, so I've already prepared a bandage for you. Take it," the store owner said, handing him the bandage. "But I still don’t understand one thing—why don’t you complain about those boys to your teacher?"

Shu hesitated, a mix of frustration and sadness crossing his face. "Uncle, I... I just don't want to cause more trouble. Complaining might make things worse."

"You know, I am an orphan, even if I complain to the teacher, the teacher will not take it seriously and will ignore my words. Because he knows that I am an orphan, If something happens to me, no one will fight for me or question them on my behalf.”

"Ah! Don't worry, Shu. Even if this world ignores you, God will not. He is watching everything, and He will help you," the store owner said confidently.

"Thank you for the consolation, Uncle," Shu replied, stepping out of the medical store. He stood there for a moment, thinking to himself,  

 When he got home, he began applying bandages to his wounds. As he did, he thought to himself, 

Hmm, come to think of it, summer vacation starts tomorrow. I'll finally be able to relax.

After bandaging his wounds, Shu had his usual dinner of cup noodles and then went to sleep. Later that night, four bright lights appeared in the sky, descending in different directions like shooting stars. One of those lights was heading straight toward Shu's room.

That light pierced through the ceiling of Shu's room at incredible speed, entering his head without causing any harm. Shu, being in a deep sleep, neither felt anything nor realized what had happened.

A few hours later, morning arrived. Shu woke up as usual, still groggy and half asleep.

Shu stumbled groggily towards the bathroom, his eyes half-closed and his mind still clouded with sleep. He shuffled past the mirror, barely registering his reflection, and headed straight for the toilet. After relieving himself, he turned back towards the sink, reaching for his toothbrush with a yawn.

As he stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand, his eyes finally focused on his reflection. What he saw made his heart race and his jaw drop. 

Staring back at him from the mirror was a face he didn't recognize—his own features, but altered in ways that defied belief. His skin was now more charming and smooth, his hair still black but of a different length and style, and his eyes a striking, unfamiliar shade of clear, shining blue. He had become much more handsome. It wasn't just his face; his entire body had transformed.

 He was now taller and more muscular, looking more like a young adult in his early twenties rather than his actual age of eighteen. It was as if he had become someone else overnight.