The photo has been deleted, but the consequences cannot be deleted.

Yi Zhantong's heart turned a thousand times, like a knife in her heart, constantly torturing her.

Just because of one of her proposals, just because of Xiao Li's actions, she almost wiped out a life.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me!

She lay on the table in the information room and was silent for a long time, and the image of what she saw in the toilet kept coming to her mind.

But no matter how much she tried to compensate, it was to no avail.

It took a long time for her to get up from the table, her limbs numb as if they were about to be broken, like a puppet with a broken thread, vulnerable in an unmanned information room.

Mu Han raised his eyebrows and called her.

Yi Zhantong was stunned for a long time before picking it up in a daze.

His face was full of ice, and even his tone was indifferent.

She said, "What's wrong?" ”

"Where are you?" Mu Han asked worriedly, "Teacher Qi called me just now and asked where you are." ”

He explained again.

Yi Zhantong smiled flatly, "I'm fine, I'll go back to class in a while." ”

The whole campus was filled with the sound of discussion just now.

"Did you know that someone committed suicide in the toilet and was photographed nude!!"

"Hey—why can't I open the picture on my phone, what's going on?"

"Mine can't be opened......

"Good thing I saved it!"

One person clicked on the phone with a smile, and was suddenly shocked, "Where is my picture, why can't I find it??! ”

"It can't be hacked, wow, that's terrible, right?"

"I've never heard of such a high level of technology......"

"You haven't heard much about it, and suddenly it feels so scary, who is the black?"

Yi Zhantong sneered and walked towards the radio station with a leisurely pace.

Take a 10-minute break for evening self-study.

She sat alone in the radio room and turned on the radio.

"All the students of Huasheng High School, I am the vice president of the first class of high school, about what just happened, I hope you will stop discussing it, please consciously cooperate! Also, the people who participated in this school violence, I, Yi Zhantong, will not let it go! ”

The girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed.

"If this matter is spread and the victim is hurt twice, no matter who it is, get out of this campus!"

On campus, someone kept saying sour words: "Who does she think she is, and let us get out of this campus?" ”

"Sick, right?"

"I guess this person must be a fool of his brain, and he can control our mouths? Heh-"

On the radio, Yi Zhantong's words continued to be heard.

The voice was low, with a chill that could not be ignored.

"I'm not an authority, but trust me, rumormongers, I have enough strength to bring you to your knees!"

With that, she turned off the microphone coldly.

The slender figure stood and walked in the cool moonlight, with endless indifference and melancholy.

She walked slowly back to class.

As soon as she entered, the eyes of the whole class glanced at her.

There are shocks, and there are disdains.

Yi Zhantong ignored them all, lying on the table, staring at the moonlight outside the window.

Mu Han had already given a warning in the class.

When this happens, everyone looks at each other and remains silent.

When Xiao Li came out of the gymnasium, he had already finished self-study.

He stepped into the classroom in two steps in three steps.

Turn on the lights.

Yi Zhantong was alone, leaning against the wall and sitting on a wooden chair.

Two days of arms hanging on bent legs, eyes indifferent, like a statue, that plain white face full of chagrin and self-blame.

Xiao Li immediately smoked a chair, sat in front of her, and after a moment, he took out his cigarette case and handed her a cigarette.

"Draw ——?"