Wen Zhiling thought that after he became Madam Mu, he would never let go of those bitches who criticized him today.

Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo were usually so busy that they didn't pay attention to the campus forum group, and they didn't even know about it. So they had no idea of ​​the bloody storm that unfolded that night.

The next day, Song Qingmo rode his bicycle into the school gates, dark circles under his eyes. Yesterday, Song Qingmo had been grappling with Olympiad math problems, struggling endlessly. Finally, with no success, he consoled himself: "It's not that I'm too weak, it's that he's too abnormal." After a few seconds of psychological counseling, Song Qingmo went to sleep peacefully. However, he had a nightmare. In the dream, Olympiad symbols kept chasing him. So moved was he that he could only tearfully do the problems while being pressed down by the spirits.

Just as Song Qingmo walked into the campus listlessly and with a proud look on his face, he moved his ears and heard other classmates taking out their mobile phones and typing and talking.

"I couldn't quite hear it. It seemed like they were talking about friends, weird, Mu xx..." Song Qingmo frowned, his face filled with confusion as he spoke softly. Although Song Qingmo wanted to pry into the gossip others were saying, he couldn't let his usual persona fall apart. He forcibly suppressed his gossipy spirit. Pretending to be indifferent, he walked towards the classroom.

Just as Song Qingmo was scratching his head, trying to figure out what was going on, "Ding!" Song Qingmo's phone rang. He took out his phone and looked closely. He saw that a campus discussion group had added him to it. For a moment, Song Qingmo's phone kept beeping. Song Qingmo steadied the phone, which was shaking constantly from the multiple beeps.

"Oh my god, my phone brother almost left me. Let me see what group is so crazy." Song Qingmo clicked into the group. After reading the content clearly, Song Qingmo paused for the key words.

"So that's how it is. I knew it a long time ago, but I just kept wondering about it." Song Qingmo's itchy feeling disappeared, and he couldn't help but sigh. Mu Hengshi is quite good. So many people are paying attention to him. Just because of a hand-holding incident, he almost dominated the campus discussion group. Song Qingmo once again lamented the different fates of the same person.

It was autumn now, and the red leaves and the autumn wind fluttered in the wind in coordination with Song Qingmo.

Song Qingmo was in the corridor when he noticed people moving around in the classroom. They were all looking for Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling. Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "It's true."

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in a clamor of voices, a chorus of wailing and chatter. Mu Hengshi hadn't spoken, tacitly accepting the situation. The girls who had a crush on him were heartbroken. But after learning the truth and with the arrival of the Dean of Studies, the crowd quickly dispersed. Song Qingmo covered his ears; the noise was too loud.

Mu Hengshi had been deep in thought since Song Qingmo came in. Song Qingmo stole a glance at him. Was he embarrassed? He didn't know, so he stopped thinking.

Soon the rumor spread around the campus and was discovered by several little girls who had a crush on Mu Heng.

The afterglow from school stained the sky, creating brilliant patches of morning glow and evening sunset. Amidst this beautiful scene, young people returned home, books in hand. At the entrance of a deserted alley, several people dragged a young man into the alley. A "pop" sounded, and the girl leading the group, cigarette in her mouth, her face a domineering expression. "Wen Zhiling, it's you, right? You should know why I brought you here."

Wen Zhiling raised his head stubbornly with his injured face, "What are you talking about? I don't know how I have offended you. Let me go, otherwise, I will, I will..." He looked innocent, but the viciousness in his eyes was almost revealed, but his eyes were covered by Wen Zhiling's thick black hair, revealing only a sparse glimmer of light.

Those girls heard him talking and laughing like this. They are all gangsters. Can't they see that Wen Zhiling looks like a green tea?

"You said you don't know how to deceive ghosts, but with your foxy look, don't think I don't know that you deliberately seduced Mu Heng. I haven't even caught up with my male god, and you dare to get your hands on him. I couldn't afford to offend the Song family when they spread rumors about Song Qingmo. Can't I use you, an unknown little scum, as a scapegoat? You'd better answer everything I ask, otherwise you'll be in trouble."

The girl waved her hand, and the people around her moved, surrounded Wen Zhiling, held him down, and kicked him with their legs and feet.

After beating for a while, the man grabbed your hair, pulled him up, and continued to ask him: "Not bad, you are still tough. You can do anything to get ahead. Let me ask you again, do you admit that you seduced Mu Hengshi? Let me tell you again, if you admit it today and keep your distance from Mu Hengshi decisively, then I will let you go today. Otherwise, I will turn your brother into a sister. Then we will see if Mu Hengshi still likes you. Anyway, you are enough. He has been strong for a few days. I don’t think Mu Shao will punish us for you. Think about it carefully."

The family members all laughed at this. They looked at Wen Zhiling's filthy clothes and pants, and his bloodied face. Their laughter became even more reckless. They all came from well-off families. Could it be that their parents had just paid their way into First High School? They didn't expect them to study hard, just to stay out of trouble. Then they could just graduate and get a diploma.

"You are going too far. They are just a few bitches. If you dare to attack me again, I will kill you." Wen Zhiling also heard these words. He widened his eyes in anger with a fierce look in his eyes. He no longer pretended to be timid and weak, and released his true nature.

Isn't it just because of his good family background? He'd had enough of living under someone else's roof these past few years, and he never expected to be bullied here again today. He wouldn't let these bitches go. Just like that damn mother who killed him, one day he would kill all of them.

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