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Li Xirui was stunned by their self-righteous attitude and watched Jiang Qing pulling Song Shuang away.
"What's wrong with her?" Several classmates who were suddenly yelled at by Song Shuang came closer and asked curiously.
Li Xirui pushed everyone away impatiently and hurried to her seat to tell her good friend the news.
The next second after Jiang Qing walked out, she turned around and saw Lin Nanyan following behind her. She didn't care about him and immediately pulled Song Shuang to squat in the corner.
Song Shuang was caught off guard and stumbled, confused. "Aren't we going to find the teacher?"
Jiang Qing stood on tiptoe and leaned against the window. When she heard Song Shuang's question, she squatted down.
"Do you really want to talk to the teacher about this?" She stared into Song Shuang's eyes and asked seriously.
"I, I..." Song Shuang grunted for a long time but still couldn't utter a word. Did she want the teacher to know about this embarrassing thing?
To be honest, she didn't want to, but it was clearly not her fault, so why should she be timid?
Two completely different thoughts were tearing at her brain. One side said go ahead, while the other side vaguely resisted.
She herself had no bias, so when Jiang Qing helped her make the decision, Song Shuang naturally leaned towards the side proposed by her best friend.
But now that Jiang Qing asked her to make the decision, she became a little hesitant again.
"Look, you can't say it." Jiang Qing understood. She tugged at the corner of Lin Nanyue's clothes, who was staring at the movements in the room, to draw his attention back.
Lin Nanyan lowered his gaze, looked in the direction of the girl's finger, and nodded slightly.
Jiang Qing knew that he understood what she meant, so she felt relieved and pulled Song Shuang around the corner.
"That's great. Look, if we tell the teacher about this now, there are two possible outcomes."
Jiang Qing extended her left hand. "First, the teacher will keep her mouth shut. I'll go back to class and help you investigate this matter. I'll clarify the truth and clear your name."
Song Shuang's eyes lit up slightly.
Jiang Qing extended her right hand. "Secondly, if the teacher leaks this matter, whether it's accidental or unintentional, your rumor will spread to the entire faculty. Even if the matter is finally investigated, it will only be clarified afterward, and the scope of the incident will be expanded."
"Although clarification will be made in the end, it is inevitable that some people will be overlooked when the clarification is made from the point to the opposite side."
and--
Jiang Qing concealed what she wanted to say. Isn't clarification another form of harm?
Clarifying to those who don't know is tantamount to exposing the criticism Song Shuang has suffered to the public again.
But no matter who encounters this kind of thing, there is only one outcome, which is that they have to clarify and are forced to face the harm.
The moment the rumor started, Song Shuang was destined to be hurt, regardless of whether the subsequent outcome was good or bad.
The only thing they can do now is to minimize the damage.
Song Shuang stared at Jiang Qing's right hand in a daze, her eyes dim and her head shaking like a rattle. She didn't want her affairs to be known among the teacher circle.
"Then we won't go find the teacher?"
Jiang Qing held Song Shuang with her left hand, "Of course not."
"If we can resolve the issue among classmates or even a limited number of people who know the situation, there's no need to alert the teacher. If we can't resolve it, there's still time to seek help from the teacher or others."
She squeezed Song Shuang's palm and said, "In short, no matter which method you use, it's much better than being blamed for something you didn't do."
"Remember, when we encounter this kind of thing, we should loudly blame others instead of being wronged ourselves."
Song Shuang nodded vigorously, and the tears that had resurfaced were shaken out of her eyes.
"Okay, let's go secretly catch the source of the rumor first." Jiang Qing wiped the tears from Song Shuang's face with a look of disgust, "Don't cry, it's a bit ugly."
"Do you know how to comfort people?" Song Shuang's eyes, which had just been washed with water, were somewhat clear. She complained dissatisfiedly but still followed Jiang Qing obediently.
Jiang Qing turned the corner and saw Lin Nanyan leaning against the wall with a book as a cover. His lazy and youthful demeanor attracted the attention of many classmates in the corridor.
She bent down and moved closer, peeping through the window with only her agile eyes showing to look inside.
In the classroom, Li Xirui and a group of people were gathered at the middle table, muttering to each other and looking a little exasperated.
She whispered to the person next to her, "Is it over?"
Lin Nanyan glanced at the furry little head below and replied, "They should have finished checking the accounts. They stayed at the middle table for a full minute, more than twice as long as the previous person."
Song Shuang, who was squatting in the corner, said silently: "Who is it?"
Lin Nanyan locked his gaze on the target without hesitation: "Yang Tianhua."
Jiang Qing turned around and slid down the wall. "He's just bored and spreading rumors about you. What good does it do him?"
Just as he was gritting his teeth, he saw Song Shuang's expression become strange.
Jiang Qing instantly stopped talking, "What's wrong with you? Do you know?"
"I know he's a big-headed ghost!!!" Song Shuang stood up suddenly, sparks in his eyes, and rushed into the classroom in an instant, stepping on the sparks, and shouted angrily, "Yang Tianhua!"
The students who had originally gathered together moved away, revealing the boy in the middle with a pale face and flickering eyes.
Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan looked at each other, then quickly ran behind Song Shuang.
As soon as Song Shuang saw Yang Tianhua's expression, he knew it must be him, otherwise why would he act so guilty?
"Yang Tianhua, tell me, why did you spread rumors?"
The rage in her chest burned fiercely, searing her sanity.
"I, I didn't." Yang Tianhua explained stutteringly.
"You didn't?" Song Shuang slammed his desk, shaking the textbooks so much that they jumped a few times. "You didn't do anything, and now you still refuse to admit it!?"
Jiang Qing looked up: "What's going on?"
Why did Song Shuang suddenly become so brave?
Lin Nanyan shook his head and gestured to continue reading.
Yang Tianhua, stunned by the yelling, tried to appease the other party: "Don't be angry first, sit down and talk it over."
"I can't sit down. You have to clarify things and apologize to me right now." Song Shuang felt like there was a fire in her heart, and she had to hold it in until she let it out.
After being blasted like that, exposed to the surprised looks of those around him, Yang Tianhua secretly resented Song Shuang for not giving him face. His face was filled with anger, and he blurted out, "What are you shouting about? I didn't say anything wrong."
As soon as the words fell, the venue fell silent.
Song Shuang's eyes turned cold. Yang Tianhua looked at her, feeling a little regretful, but also vaguely feeling that he was not wrong.
"Ha!" Song Shuang suddenly sneered, "Since you said so, I won't hide with you anymore."
What, what, it sounds like gossip.
The crowd of onlookers swarmed to their seats; even Li Xirui, who occupied the best seat, pricked up her ears and looked at them with shining eyes.
Yang Tianhua: "Don't..."
Song Shuang fired like a machine gun: "You lent me so many novels and comics, have I ever asked you for a penny?"
Onlookers: Wow!
"You read romance novels and relationship comics. I told you about it outside, didn't I?"
Onlookers: Wow!
"You said you were a boy and would be laughed at for watching this kind of stuff, so you asked me to keep it secret for you. Out of friendship as classmates, I helped you. But how did you treat me? You spread bad things about me and made up rumors about me."
"Yang Tianhua, let me ask you, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
The onlookers: Wow wow wow!
With every word the girl spoke, Yang Tianhua's face turned paler, until finally, his face was completely pale.
Without paying attention to his friends' strange looks, Yang Tianhua stared at Song Shuang and bit her to death.
"What does it matter how nice you say it? I'm not wrong."
Jiang Qing gasped, what a shameless person!
Song Shuang was so angry that he almost died, his chest heaving.
Seeing this, Jiang Qing quickly stepped forward to cheer him up, "When you speak, you need evidence. It's not just what you say that counts."
She looked sharply at the corner of the table in front of the boy and reached out to pull him.
Yang Tianhua stretched out his hand to block it, but was firmly grasped by a bony hand. No matter how hard he tried to pull it free, he could not. When he looked up, he met Lin Nanyue's cold gaze.
Jiang Qing had no worries at all and was rummaging through Yang Tianhua's desk pocket.
Song Shuang also stepped forward to help and pulled out all the familiar covers.
She threw a thick stack of books in front of Yang Tianhua, "Come, look for it. If you can't find the evidence, this matter between us is not over!"
Seeing this, Yang Tianhua glared at Lin Nanyan, pulled his hand back forcefully, and shook his wrist that was hurt by the grip.
"Now that you've said that," he looked around, "let's see if you or I will be embarrassed in the end."
Song Shuang didn't know what to say for a moment. She was shocked by his confident attitude, and even she was a little confused. Could it be that her memory was really confused?
Jiang Qing nudged Song Shuang's arm. Now was not the time to be in a daze.
"I'm waiting." Song Shuang came back to his senses, raised his chin, and uttered a harsh word.
Jiang Qing watched Yang Tianhua rummaging through several books until he finally found one accurately.
Song Shuang's eyes fell on the book. The cover had an ancient font and was a very popular book cover.
She thought about it for a moment, but she had read so many books that she couldn't remember what story this one was about.
But it doesn't matter whether it's a story or not, she guarantees that it is absolutely not pornographic.
She wanted to see what Yang Tianhua could find.
Jiang Qing glanced at her best friend's behavior out of the corner of her eye, and she had a clue in her mind, so she stood up straighter.
Yang Tianhua didn't notice the two people's posture and quickly flipped to the first few pages.
Jiang Qing watched his actions and couldn't help but wonder, what kind of book could be so pornographic right from the start? Yang Tianhua was so convinced, so why was she so unconvinced?
Song Shuang grabbed it, looked at it for a long time, and his face twisted.
Jiang Qing picked it up, glanced at it, and smiled.
I was so angry that I laughed.
"You're telling me this..." She glanced at the people around her and lowered her voice, "Is this content unpublishable?"
Yang Tianhua looked confident, and if there was a glass of wine, he would have already drunk it. "I said it would be embarrassing for you to find out, but you still insisted on checking."
"You did it!" Song Shuang grabbed the book and threw it at Yang Tianhua's head, saying without any concealment, "Are you blind, or are you crazy?"
"Open your dog eyes and take a good look. Is this pornographic text? If so, you are just talking nonsense."
The spine of the book hit Yang Tianhua's head, and his forehead quickly turned red. He covered his forehead in pain.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they all retreated, fearing that they would be accidentally injured. When they saw that the crisis was over, they could not help but gather around and eavesdrop on the gossip.
Seeing that her best friend no longer cared, Jiang Qing couldn't help but vent. She said sarcastically, "Your mother must have squeezed your forehead when she gave birth to you. Don't embarrass yourself by being born with a brain defect."
"According to your understanding, your mother giving birth to you was also a pornographic film. Does your mother know that she has a big son with a brain full of pornographic garbage?"
"I advise you to buy a bottle of dishwashing liquid and clean the stains. If you don't have money, I can sponsor you some to avoid polluting the air of our class nine for no reason."
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