I don't know if I'm more afraid of my former classmates discovering me, or if my current classmates are discovering me.

I thought that by just asking about the basketball game and not revealing to anyone that I knew Fang Zheng and Gong Yazhu, I would be able to stay out of it and continue to spend the rest of my high school life in obscurity and peace.

However, things often don't turn out the way I would like them to, and they often turn out to be unexpectedly and irretrievably bad.

I really can't imagine how Ho's friend managed to become the girlfriend of one of the basketball team members after watching a few games.

And that basketball team was the varsity team of my old school, in other words, her new boyfriend knew Fang Zheng and Gong Yazhu.

And what surprised me the most was that although he was one level lower than us, he had also heard about Xingyuan, so he had also heard about me.

No matter how cold the students of this school are, no matter how indifferent they are to the affairs of others, because the matter is so appalling, they are naturally shocked and at the same time, they will inevitably make a remark on this scandal, or criticize and blame.

So, how outrageous is Ho's friend's relays about the accident?

After omitting the adjectives that fall in the sky and paint colors, it can probably be summed up in one sentence: Because of jealousy, I pushed Xingyuan into a big truck and caused her to die tragically on the road.

As for the reasons why I am jealous of her, there are different opinions, such as jealousy of her beauty, her talent, her family background, and even her boyfriend, because their speculation is too reasonable, even the person concerned almost believed that I once had such unbearable feelings for Xingyuan.

Different versions of the gossip suddenly spread, but in just half a day, the whole school has become known.

As soon as class ended, a dense crowd of strange figures appeared outside the corridor of the classroom, and they looked at me unabashedly through the glass of the window with curious, scrutinizing eyes, as if they wanted to see through me.

Even though these eyes were mixed with disgust and no hatred at best, the huge sense of persecution caused by the onlookers was enough to make me close to collapse.

It took all my strength to stop the trembling and keep me from fainting. Luckily, the walls of the classroom gave me a strong line of defense, keeping the crowds out a few meters away from me so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed.

By the time the head teacher realized the seriousness of the situation, the situation had become out of control. In desperation, the head teacher racked his brains to come up with an innocuous reason to contact my parents and inform me of my early departure.

If it were a normal day, I would have been cheering for this whole afternoon of vacation. But at that time, I couldn't feel anything other than being full of desolation and grievances.

Probably because of the instructions of the head teacher, my parents expressed their dissatisfaction too much, but their faces naturally did not look good.

The silence in the living room was suffocating, but the silence of the room was equally uncomfortable. The overlap and entanglement of the nightmares of the past and the present flashed, haunted, lingered, and tormented my heart incessantly.

A lie told a hundred times will be believed even by the one who tells it, and in my opinion, the one who listens will be equally useful. I was already weak and unable to support my beliefs.

Gradually, I began to doubt my memories and even began to believe the rumors they had made up. Maybe...... Maybe I really killed Xingyuan...... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Why do they accuse me like that? What evidence do they have? Can...... Who knows what the truth really is?

The more I tried to recall the day, the more blurred my memory became. The only thing that is certain is that I didn't push Xingyuan, otherwise, the surveillance footage alone would have been enough to bring me to justice.

The question is, whether I, as Fang Zheng said, will not save Xingyuan when he sees death. You need to know that in my heart, this is tantamount to killing Xingyuan with my own hands.

I wanted to know the truth, but I couldn't tell my parents, teachers, or anyone else who might be able to help me...... Because I'm scared...... Afraid that they will eventually confirm that Fang Zheng's assumptions are correct...... The strong sense of loneliness and helplessness caused me to fall into the chaos of despair, and the only thing I could remember at that time was the name of Jing Yehang.

I whimpered and opened my phone and rummaged through the chat list, but I couldn't find Jing Yehang's avatar.

That's when I realized that I seemed to have broken up with him......