Xiao Xingyun's voice was as small as a mosquito, as if she had just cried, and the sound of the urn was even more inaudible.

She raised her head, revealing a thin little face, her facial features were not exquisite, and she looked delicate and lovely overall. She has fair skin, long eyebrows that are not thick or light, her eyes are not big or small, and her childish appearance has not yet faded, but her expression is a kind of age that does not match her age.

Xiao Xingyun's mother stared at her with a vicious face, stared at her for a while, and suddenly sneered: "You were born to me, and I bought the diary with my money, why can't I read it?" Do you have a face to write it out and are you afraid of me reading it? ”

Xiao Xingyun opened her mouth, but quickly lowered her head again and stopped talking. The people around no longer wanted to watch this "liveliness", and turned their heads to pretend to be busy looking at their mobile phones, and occasionally looked at Xiao's mother with disdain in their eyes.

Meng Hui thought that he would definitely get closer to Xiao Xingyun in the future, and was about to take the opportunity to help her out of the siege as a teacher, when the elevator suddenly arrived. The people around were squeezing in, she could only passively drill in, and when the overload alarm sounded, Xiao Xingyun's mother and daughter had not been able to squeeze in.

Downstairs, Meng Hui dispelled the idea of waiting for the mother and daughter. It seems too deliberate to deliberately say hello at this time, anyway, school will start tomorrow, and there will be more opportunities to meet at that time, and there is no annoying mother Xiao at school on the side.

After observing everyone's clothes while waiting for the elevator, Meng Hui knew that this was a world similar to the situation on Earth.

The apartment building is located on the side of a large road, and when you walk out of the door, you can see a large shopping mall opposite. Meng Hui didn't feel hungry, but she still planned to go shopping, there must be a bookstore in the mall, she could go and read the history of this world, get a general idea, and save the school from being exposed as soon as she chatted.

The note didn't say what class she was going to teach, but Meng Hui estimated that even if Heavenly Court was unreliable, it would be impossible for her to serve as a teacher for key courses. Because the main class is too important for students, if you don't pay attention, it will affect the overall grade of the whole class, so that the change brought to the task world is too great.

She estimated that most of the classes arranged by Heavenly Court would be art and music, which were often occupied, so that she could have more time to focus on the task and not have to devote her energy to this temporary work of covering.

Coming to the mall through the underground passage, Meng Hui quickly found a large bookstore, which was still full of people. Most of them were students, most of them were gathered around the fantasy, and the history bookshelves were empty.

Meng Hui casually picked out a copy of "National History" and flipped through it, probably remembering major historical events, such as major wars and the founding of the People's Republic of China, and soon flipped through a thick history book. After reading the history books, she went to the modern literature bookshelf to get a general understanding, and finally got into the fantasy bookshelf to stand with the students.

She took a copy of "Martial Arts in the World" and found that the content in it was similar to the earth's fantasy, and then looked at the students around her, and observed that their preferences were also very similar to those of the children of the earth. Confirming that this was an ordinary world, Meng Hui strode out of the bookstore and went straight to the snack city on the first floor.

Chicken fries, octopus balls, and happy fat house water are still familiar styles and familiar tastes. Meng Hui bought an egg waffle and a cup of milk tea, walked to the eating area on the side, and sat next to two students wearing heavy makeup.

While eating, she tried to take out her mobile phone to surf the Internet, but found that there was no signal inside, so she had to watch the people in the distance boredly.

"It's so annoying, school is going to start tomorrow, I really don't want to go." At the table next to her, a girl with big waves pouted an aunt-colored mouth, and because the diameter of the purple contact lenses was too large, it was impossible to see her eyes.

Another girl with short brown straight hair was wearing an exaggerated child-eating color, and her eyeliner was almost pulled to her temples, so she couldn't see what her real facial features looked like at all. She played with her mobile phone and said casually, "Go to bed." ”

The aunt girl didn't continue the topic of starting school, and instead gossiped: "Hey, haven't you heard, the class flower in the third and ninth classes of junior high school died." ”

"Yan Meimei is dead?" The child-eating girl raised her head in surprise and didn't stare at her phone anymore.

"No, the one called Hongxia, Ban, Hua-" The aunt's mouth opened and closed exaggeratedly, and the purple contact lenses could no longer block the gossip in her eyes, "The one with quotation marks!" Do you remember? I heard from a friend in Class 9 that she jumped off the building! ”

"I'm going, so ruthless? I remember her, once she bumped into me at the school gate, and I was about to scold her, and she suddenly poofed and knelt down for me. Hahaha, what a conditioned reflex! It made me laugh at the time! Alas, how can I say it, no matter what happens, I won't jump off the building......"

She said as she turned on her phone and stroked her short hair at the camera. "I always feel like this color doesn't suit me."

"It's quite suitable, it looks very white." The aunt girl seemed to be completely unable to see the other party's dark skin, so she praised it heartlessly, and turned the phone screen to the opposite side, "You see, many people in Class 9 are commemorating her in the circle of friends." It's really pitiful, I don't know what I can't think of. ”

"yes, maybe the psychological quality is too bad. I also posted one, so they are all classmates in the same grade. Hey, can you help me see this photo? ”

"Okay, that's good. I'll have to send one too. ”

The two soon stopped discussing the dead Hongxia, and Meng Hui was not interested in the makeup experience they shared, so they took two sips and sucked off the last bit of milk tea, got up and left in a hurry.

She had long been accustomed to this kind of indifference that had nothing to do with herself, and it was better to make these little girls feel sad from the bottom of her heart than to just smash their makeup.

It was already dark when he walked out of the mall, so Meng Hui walked around the street, watched a square dance, and strolled back to the apartment building at eight o'clock.

Meng Hui lay on the cold floor, took his mobile phone and went on the Internet for a while, looking at the latest current affairs and entertainment gossip, saving himself from being unable to communicate with the teachers in the office.

The fifth-ranked hot search is "The girl from the No. 9 Middle School in Shanhai City jumped to her death", she clicked in and looked at it, and the official and private accounts didn't seem to know why Hongxia committed suicide. Meng recalled the conversation she heard in the mall, and vaguely felt that her death might have something to do with being bullied.

The girl who eats children said that Hongxia reflexively knelt down for her, doesn't it mean that she often suffers from such things? Meng Hui was panicked in his heart, campus violence or something, it was really the most annoying!

"It seems that Hongxia's first wish is to let Xiao Xingyun not continue to be bullied, so as not to fall into the same fate as her." Meng called back the alarm clock and locked the screen, and sighed before falling asleep, such a task seems easy, but it is not easy to do in reality.

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