Chapter 121 That's what Cui Zhe thought. After leaving the teacher's office, he actually went to find Zhang...

That's what Cui Zhe was thinking. After leaving the teacher's office, he actually went to find Zhang Shuyao, just like yesterday, wanting to call her out. But the moment Zhang Shuyao turned around, it felt like all the blood in Cui Zhe's body had frozen.

The moment Zhang Shuyao turned her head, it perfectly matched the dream he had last night. As Zhang Shuyao turned her head, he began to hallucinate. What he saw was not Zhang Shuyao's face, but a sinister ghost face, which then slowly transformed into the donor's face.

Cui Zhe was trembling all over and could no longer leave with Zhang Shuyao. He could only hide his reaction and quickly leave, leaving Zhang Shuyao behind, looking completely bewildered.

Cui Zhe ran away, completely unaware of what happened afterward. His entire scheme was exposed on the confession wall. The claim that Zhang Shuyao looked down on him and his grandmother for collecting garbage was utter nonsense. He even fabricated a story about how Zhang Shuyao's father had donated to him, but stopped donating after his death, leading Cui Zhe to harbor resentment and deliberately incite his classmates to bully Zhang Shuyao.

This story has generated a lot of discussion on the school's confession wall, with numerous comments, shares, and likes.

Many students left comments below:

[Decoding in one second: CZ is Cui Zhe, a student in the third year of junior high school. ZSY is Zhang Shuyao from the class next to his. Cui Zhe had previously said that Zhang Shuyao looked down on him and his grandmother, which led to many people isolating and even bullying Zhang Shuyao.]

[When Cui Zhe said Zhang Shuyao looked down on him and his grandmother, I felt something was off. Zhang Shuyao isn't like that. Her own family is also poor; she's worn the same pair of shoes for a long time.]

Yes, I've noticed she never orders anything expensive at the cafeteria; she always eats the cheaper dishes. They all come from families with limited means, so why would she look down on others?

Is it true that her father donated to Cui Zhe? How did this story come to light? This is amazing, such a dramatic twist!

Why is Cui Zhe like this? I actually believed what he said before. Now I just feel so sorry for Zhang Shuyao, and I don't know how to face her anymore.

[Zhang Shuyao's family wasn't well-off, yet her father still donated money to Cui Zhe, only to raise an ungrateful child!]

Not many people in the third year of junior high school are allowed to bring their phones to school, but some people will definitely sneak their phones into the classroom. In the classroom, once even one person finds out, everyone will know what was posted on the confession wall in less than a break.

The news spread like wildfire, and by the time Cui Zhe returned to his class, everyone knew about what had happened on the confession wall. So everyone looked at Cui Zhe strangely, their eyes conveying a sense of unspoken words and a feeling of "I misjudged you," or "I never expected you to be this kind of person."

Cui Zhe hadn't yet grasped the meaning from their gazes; he only felt that everyone's eyes were strange, and those gazes were negative, making his hair stand on end. He walked towards his best friend in class, his voice trembling slightly: "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

His friend glanced at him, then turned away, giving him the back of his head. A muffled voice came from his friend's mouth: "How could you do such a thing? Don't talk to me anymore, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

The sudden sound startled Cui Zhe. He turned to look at the others, who reacted the same way. Cui Zhe quickly realized he was being isolated. He felt anxious and uneasy, wondering what he had done wrong. But a voice deep inside him told him: You know, you did it all yourself, and everyone knows what you did!

His helpless appearance softened the hearts of some kind-hearted people, who secretly passed him notes telling him to look at the confession wall. At that moment, the class bell rang, and everyone gradually returned to their seats. Cui Zhe, however, remained frozen for a while before hurriedly opening his phone. Ignoring the teacher who was walking in, he immediately saw the post on the confession wall.

The campus confession wall mostly serves as a place to post confessions, and Cui Zhe never imagined that one day he would be posted on it. When he first entered university, Cui Zhe had also been on the confession wall; someone mocked his outdated clothing, and he was retorted, after which no one said anything to him.

Three years later, being hung on the confession wall again felt like being nailed to the pillar of shame.

Cui Zhe's face turned pale, even his dark circles were a shade lighter. When the teacher came in and saw him holding his phone, she was immediately displeased: "Cui Zhe, class is in session, you're not allowed to bring your phone to school. Put it away right now, or I'll confiscate it next time."

Actually, all the teachers were really good to Cui Zhe. If any other student had done something like that, their phone would have been confiscated immediately. But Cui Zhe's family was too poor, and the teachers knew that the phone was probably bought with money his grandmother had painstakingly saved by collecting garbage, so they turned a blind eye and let him off the hook.

After telling the truth, Cui Zhe couldn't process it. He scrolled through the comments like a man possessed, even clicking on the replies to each one. He quickly realized that he... would be isolated!

The teacher frowned, intending to come down and find him, but just then, the back door of the classroom suddenly opened, and Zhang Shuyao stood there aggressively. After looking around, she spotted Cui Zhe, the only one standing in the class. Zhang Shuyao practically charged in like a bull, reaching out to grab Cui Zhe's collar: "Cui Zhe! Tell me! Is what's on the confession wall true?! My dad secretly donated money to you?! Why would he donate money to you! My mom and I are struggling so much, why would he give you money?!"

Cui Zhe was at a loss for what to do and was completely stunned. Zhang Shuyao was even more furious when she saw him like this: "Speak up! What are you pretending to be mute for! And you're making up all sorts of baseless things! Weren't you very talkative before? Why are you speaking now!"

The teacher was also shocked by what she saw. The teacher from the next class came over to try and stop her, but when the other teacher heard Zhang Shuyao's words, she stopped and only verbally advised Zhang Shuyao. Cui Zhe's teacher had no choice but to step forward and try to pull Zhang Shuyao away: "What are you doing? How can you treat your classmate like this in school?!"

In the end, both sides went to the police station. Zhang Shuyao's mother quickly took leave and came over, while Cui Zhe, still keeping it from his grandmother, was accompanied by his homeroom teacher. Zhang Shuyao's mother didn't know what had happened, and upon arrival, her daughter pulled her aside and told her what had happened.

After hearing this, Zhang Shuyao's mother was stunned. Her voice was filled with disbelief: "You mean, my dead husband gave all his money to him?! And because my husband died and I stopped giving him money, this kid held a grudge and started badmouthing my daughter at school and bullying her?!"

It was only at this point that the homeroom teacher learned the whole story, and the way she looked at Cui Zhe was somewhat off. It was as if she was saying, "I trusted you so much, and you did this; you have completely betrayed my trust."

But Cui Zhe couldn't listen to any of it. He only had one thought in his mind: It's over, I'm finished; and... the donor is really dead, he's dead!

Those recurring dreams clung to him like a persistent poison, leaving Cui Zhe completely bewildered. After a while, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "No! No, I didn't mean to! I really didn't know he was dead. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

He realized what Zhang Shuyao's mother had just said and continued, "It wasn't all given to me, not all of it. It wasn't just me; there were several others. My uncle also donated to them before he passed away. I didn't take much!"

It was at this moment that Zhang Shuyao and her daughter learned what their husband/father had done before his death. Zhang Shuyao's face was filled with complex emotions, and she didn't know how to comment on her husband. To say that she would forgive him was simply impossible; her family was struggling financially, yet he had taken money to give to other people in worse circumstances. But on the other hand, things were better than she had originally imagined.

She originally thought that her husband must have another woman outside, maybe even a small family of his own, and that he was giving all his money to them, but he just hid it so well that she hadn't caught him.

Zhang Shuyao's mother felt a mix of emotions.

But for Zhang Shuyao, she didn't care what her father had done, because no matter where the money went or who it went to, in the end, it was always her and her mother who lived a miserable life. This ridiculous reason even led to her being bullied at school.

The culprit turned out to be his own father.

Even with Zhang Shuyao's good temper, she couldn't hold back anymore. She opened her mouth and unleashed a torrent of abuse on Cui Zhe: "Are you sick in the head? You took his money, and when he refused to give it back, you held a grudge against him. You hate him, but what does that have to do with me?! I haven't even bullied you, and you're already bullying me?! Are you out of your mind? Go find him! Go find him! After all these days, you don't even know if he's alive or dead, and you're already bullying me?! Are you insane?!"

When Zhang Shuyao learned the truth, she was furious and seemed ready to run off and beat up Cui Zhe, but her mother held her back.

By this point, no one was on Cui Zhe's side anymore. Even his teacher, who had always favored him, just sighed deeply and said bluntly, "Cui Zhe, you... you'd better watch yourself. I won't be coming on Sunday. You can call her grandma now. Your grandma has the right to know what you've done."

"No, no! Please, teacher, I know I was wrong, I really know! Please don't let Grandma know, Grandma..."

No matter what Cui Zhe said, no one would speak up for him. He turned to Zhang Shuyao, begging for forgiveness. It was already a miracle that Zhang Shuyao didn't hit him when she saw Cui Zhe approaching. That was enough for today; Zhang Shuyao and her daughter turned and left.

But just outside the police station, after walking only a few steps, they saw four strange people. One of them was in a wheelchair.