Until last year, I was just an ordinary boy in Class 9 —not very popular, not very smart, and definitely not someone teachers would remember after class.My grades were average, and sometimes even worse.No matter how hard I tried, I always felt like I wasn’t good enough.Exams scared me, competitions scared me even more, and slowly, I started giving up on myself.I stopped raising my hand in class.I stopped participating in anything.I stopped dreaming.One evening, after another long, boring day, I was lying on my bed scrolling through my phone.Most of my chats were empty. My friends were busy with