Shi Xue originally wanted to come in through the back door, but the back door was locked by her classmates.

So she had to take a detour to the front door.

The front door was hidden, and she pushed it open, and a chalkboard brush fell straight down, hitting her head and finally the floor.

There was no doubt that her head was covered in chalk dust.

Shi Xue looked at the laughing people in the classroom with a panicked face, two of whom were her roommates in the same dormitory. She didn't know why she had become the target of everyone's teasing. "What's wrong with you? Why is it so dirty? Suddenly, she heard Shen Qingjia's voice. It seems that she didn't know what had just happened. Shen Qingjia looked at Shi Xue and then at the blackboard brush on the ground, and she immediately understood what had happened while she was away. Someone is playing a prank.

Shen Qingjia picked up the blackboard brush on the ground and asked Shi Xue, "Do you know who did it?" ”

Shi Xue shook her head: "Maybe it's not aimed at me either." In fact, she already had the answer in her heart, but she didn't want to admit it.

"That's the best. But it is a shame to do such a thing. Shen Qingjia walked straight to the podium. She raised the blackboard brush into the air, swept the people in the classroom with a stern gaze, and asked sharply, "Who did what happened just now?" Whoever it is, I hope this is the last time. ”

The classroom was immediately quiet. Of course, no one answered her question.

Shen Qingjia and Shi Xue patted the dust off her body together, and then returned to their seats.

At this time, she heard someone whispering behind her back: "She thought she was great if she was the class leader." The tube is really wide. ”

Shen Qingjia had no patience. She turned around and stared at the person who said this viciously for three seconds, and only turned back when she was embarrassed to walk out of the classroom.

Shi Xue sat on the seat and looked at Shen Qingjia's back in a daze.

She really hopes that she can be as bold as Shen Qingjia, she can do whatever she wants, she doesn't have to look at people's faces, she is free, how good.

*

Lunch break.

Situ Qing and Full Moon were chatting. Originally, I didn't get to any topics that shouldn't be discussed, but the full moon didn't care: "That's really scary." Situ Qing's face immediately changed to that, and her plan was completely ruined. So she naturally blamed the full moon for her fault.

"If you're not such a rookie, how can you miss it? My plan was foolproof. ”

"I've done my best."

"Forget it, forget it this time. But thanks to Yun Jiaoran, I heard that Shen Qingjia hasn't slept well recently. It is estimated that it has left a psychological shadow. Haha~"

"Yun Jiaoran was called by you? How could she listen to you? ”

"I knew she didn't like Song Fusheng, so I used a little trick to deceive her. Actually, I didn't expect her to be fooled, because I was really casual. ”

Yun Jiaoran was just a few meters away, listening to the two people talking about it.

That's right, she was really tricked, and she was the one she had always despised.

You know, she never looked at her in her eyes.

However, who is Yun Jiaoran, a person who will repay him. Since you have the ability to lie to me, then you have the ability to accept the punishment.

I finally waited until the end of school. The classroom was gone, leaving only the full moon and clouds.

Full Moon waited for a few more minutes, making sure that no one would come to the classroom again, so he immediately got up and came to Yun Jiaoran's desk with his schoolbag, "This is for you." A black voice recorder was placed on Yun Jiaoran's desk. Good. The money has been transferred to you. Rest assured, no one knew it would be you. Yun Jiaoran looked at the full moon with a pale face, stood up, patted her shoulder and comforted.

"Hmm. I believe in you, I'm gone. After the full moon said this, he immediately left.

Yun Jiaoran got the recorder and played back all the conversations between Situ Qing and Man Yue, and then thought about it. She pulled out her laptop on the table, plugged in the recorder, put on her headphones, and began editing the sound clips. As a computer whiz, she had no trouble re-preserving the sound clips. To make sure nothing went wrong, she finally replayed it again.

Perfect!

Yun Jiaoran registered an account, and the login number transmitted this recording to the campus post bar, as well as Song Fusheng's support group post bar. In just a few minutes, the recording was heavily reprinted. Soon Situ Qing's account was also found, and Yun Jiaoran watched her fans soar instantly, and she clicked on a comment casually, which was enough to make people heartbreaking.

Yun Jiaoran sat in the classroom for another six minutes. Her mood has gone from being extremely proud just now, and now it has fallen back to the bottom—in fact, it is not interesting.

But anyone who dares to play and deceive her, she will make her pay a hundredfold thousand. This is Yun Jiaoran's life creed all along.

Situ Qing stepped on her bottom line, this is the retribution she deserves.

Yun Jiaoran closed the antelope brain indifferently, received the things on the table into the schoolbag one by one, and got up to go home.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretches her shadow infinitely.

*

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Zhou rushed to Song Fusheng's room with a notebook.

Before Song Fusheng could say anything to him, he rushed out again like an arrow from a string - half a minute later, Shen Qingjia was pulled by Zhuang Zhou to Song Fusheng's room.

"......" Song Fusheng looked at Zhuang Zhou with an inexplicable expression, and then looked at Shen Qingjia, he wanted to know what the two of them were doing.

"Don't look at me, I don't know." Shen Qingjia waved his hand. She was drawing at her desk when Zhuang Zhou knocked on the door and came in. Nothing dragged her here. Now she's confused herself.

"No, look at this." Zhuang Zhou opened a web page. It's a sticker in Azusa Forest. Immediately after that, he played an audio.

"I like Song Fusheng. As soon as I saw those vixens always staring at Song Shao, I became angry. Especially the first year of high school. I used some means to deal with her, she must have a psychological shadow. Hahaha. You deserve it. I really like Song Fusheng. ”

If it weren't for the fact that Zhuang Zhou hadn't finished yet, Song Fusheng felt that he really couldn't listen to it. It's such a mess. Who is this? What does this mean? Why did Zhuang Zhou show him this? Countless questions arose in Song Fusheng's mind. "Look at this is your post, there are some of them." Zhuang Zhou opened Song Fusheng's fan post again.

"I don't have anything like that." Song Fusheng doesn't remember that he has a registration post.

"But you have a fan base. It's not that you don't know. Zhuang Zhou said to wake up the dreamer.

"......" Song Fusheng didn't go to see it once, because he was really not very interested in these.

"The main thing is that you look at the comments. Didn't you guess why? Zhuang Zhou showed them the comments with the most likes.

- Who is this man? What a shame. She is so vicious and deserves to like Song Fusheng?!

- This is Situ Qing. The fifth in the fourth group of Class A in the second year of high school.

- Slut Slut Slut !!

Shen Qingjia saw the two boys looking at him together. She asked inexplicably, "I don't know why?" "Why are they looking at her???