She is in tatters
What kind of person is Li Liang?
Song Yao has thought about this question countless times.
On that rainy day, he was a warrior who could swallow the insults.
The boy stood in front of a group of thugs and protected a girl firmly behind him.
The two of them were drenched by the drizzling rain, wet drops of water slid down their hair to their cheeks. He looked embarrassed but calm.
The thug in ripped jeans across from him pointed at Li Liang's nose and spitted, "Hey, kid, you've learned to be a hero and save the damsel in distress."
The leading boy, with an air of arrogance and contempt, reached out and slapped Li Liang's cheek, leaving a red mark.
"Don't think you're great just because you're popular with girls at school. Don't really think someone is praising you. They're just praising you for fun."
He looked at Li Liang critically, making loud clicking sounds, as if he was afraid that the person opposite him couldn't hear his mockery.
"You look so poor, ugh!"
Li Liang's face flushed red, his dark eyes were full of anger, and he stretched out his hands tightly to hide the person behind him.
The girl behind him had eyes burning with anger and was about to say something when she saw the boy in front of her turn around and shake his head at her.
The girl knew what the boy meant. When dealing with such a person with no moral bottom line, she could not confront him head-on and could only endure it.
Looking at the boy's straight back, the girl's throat rolled and she grabbed the boy's clothes tightly.
In the wind and rain, the distance was too close, and her face was unconsciously hot.
Li Liang looked at the people opposite him, "Have you said enough? If you have, you can leave now."
Although the boy was angry, he still remained rational, and his eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to hurt people's eyes.
Song Yao happened to see this scene when she was passing by with an umbrella.
Did she hesitate?
Song Yao couldn't remember either.
She only remembered that she took out the girlish thoughts she had recorded from her schoolbag.
"I like him, really."
"So you're insulting him like this out of jealousy? Jealous that he's more popular than you?"
She held the umbrella for the two people behind her and turned around.
Drops of rain fell on her shoulders, soaking large areas of her clothes. They felt cold on her skin, but she didn't notice.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Song Yao tilted her head and said in a long tone, "I saw the teacher on the way here just now."
The thugs looked at each other and cursed at this sudden uninvited guest.
"Li Liang, just wait for me!"
The leading thug took his men away, leaving only three people in the rain.
Song Yao slowly loosened her palm which was swollen from being pinched, turned around and smiled at the two people behind her.
"It's okay."
Li Liang and the girl looked at her in surprise.
Isn’t Song Yao afraid of the provocation of the gangsters?
No, she was terrified.
She was so nervous that she couldn't even distinguish the emotions in Li Liang's eyes.
She was so nervous that she didn't even have time to think about why the gangster was scared away by her ordinary and unverified words.
Song Yao was only concerned with fear and relief.
Although later that day, Li Liang rejected her confession which was not really a confession.
But Song Yao was not very sad.
Because it was just an accident, in her eyes.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the leading thug is called Zhang Chao.
Song Yao thought that her life would continue to go on steadily, filled with schoolwork, and she would practice dancing in her spare time.
She cherishes this time very much.
But when she walked into the classroom one day and faced everyone's strange looks and whispers, Song Yao suddenly became scared.
It was a terrible situation that frightened her even more than the stern look on her father's face when he stopped her from practicing dancing.
Because even though my father won't allow it, he will turn a blind eye.
Song Yao knows everything.
She knew that her father was doing it for her own good, so she did not resist. Instead, she cherished the fragmented time she had with him.
But when her classmates read the letter full of girlish love in front of her, Song Yao collapsed.
That's obviously not the case.
That letter—
The letter was written to herself and to the dance she loved. Li Liang only existed between the few words.
She stumbled to find Li Liang.
But Li Liang said to her, "I didn't mean to do that. The letter fell on the table and someone took it away."
Song Yao looked at him and asked, "Can you help me clarify? That letter is not like this. You have read it."
"Sorry, I didn't finish reading it." Li Liang's voice was as clear as ever, but it sounded particularly harsh to Song Yao. "I explained it, but the students didn't believe me."
He said: "The letter was exposed to rain and some of the words were blurred. What they saw were fragments of words they pieced together. I know that they are not true."
He said, "The innocent will be innocent, Song Yao, you don't have to worry about it."
Good one, don't worry about it.
In this malicious slander incident, he earned the reputation of being able to remain unmoved even when beautiful girls liked him. What about her?
She became a laughing stock among her classmates!
You could hear discussions wherever you went. As soon as Song Yao approached, everyone dispersed silently.
Teach her how not to care!? How can she not care!?
Snap——
Something quietly broke in her heart.
She looked up at Li Liang again, her eyes as calm as water, without the previous waves.
Song Yao lowered her head and closed her ears.
She wandered around the campus alone, trying to avoid crowded places.
She didn't blame him, but she couldn't help but vent her anger on him.
She told herself that this was an accident, something no one wanted.
Did Li Liang notice it?
You should have noticed it.
Otherwise, when he passed by their class one day, he wouldn't have touched her face and then let go of her hand at the moment when she was wiping the blackboard.
Song Yao was startled by the sticky touch.
She looked at the boy's back as he left. Li Liang at the door turned his head and looked at her, then quickly walked away as if nothing had happened.
Song Yao was plunged into great absurdity in an instant.
Why is it him?!
Why him?!
How could it be him!!!
The blackboard eraser fell to the ground, splashing up fine floating dust.
That day, Song Yao sat at the door of the classroom, looking up at the gorgeous sunset above her head.
For the first time, she realized that things were not what she had imagined.
It turned out that all of this was just her arbitrarily adding layer upon layer of impenetrable filters to the other person.
It turns out that she is the funniest one.
Song Yao stood up and walked into the teacher's office for all the hesitation, regret and self-blame she had experienced in the past few days.
Facing the teacher's puzzled gaze.
She said: "Li Liang sexually harassed me."
Song Yao’s idea is very simple: whoever does something wrong must take responsibility.
But she forgot one thing.
Li Liang is a player from the seed class and is considered a good student with excellent character and academic performance by his teachers and classmates.
And she is the evil person who was so angry and humiliated when her love letter was rejected that she wanted to bite back.
Between the two of them, who can gain more trust?
Song Yao only has one mouth, but on the other side are countless persuasions and accusations.
Including the girl who was rescued on a rainy day.
They stood on opposite sides.
The surveillance cameras in the classroom are turned off all year round, and Song Yao cannot produce any evidence.
Facing all this, Li Liang could only sigh in surprise: "How could you be such a person?"
"Ha." Song Yao let out a short laugh. How could she be that kind of person? What kind of person is she?
Song Yao's situation became worse, and the girls on rainy days took the lead in isolating and excluding her.
Torn exercise books, a water-spilt desk, and a pencil case with chewing gum stuck on it.
In a short period of time, a trend seemed to have formed, sweeping around with Song Yao as the center.
Whoever stands against Song Yao is righteous.
Ha, justice.
Damn justice.
But Song Yao was powerless to refute because no one listened to her.
In other words, everyone wants her to shut up.
She became more silent day by day.
Silently, he cleaned up the table he had broken.
Silently picked up his discarded schoolbag.
She listened silently to others standing in front of her and pointing fingers at her.
Song Yao watched day by day.
Look at Li Liang's white shirt,
Look at Li Liang smiling and calling his friends,
Look at Li Liang's model test paper posted on the bulletin board.
She was in tatters, but he was still as glorious as ever.
As she watched, Song Yao suddenly discovered a secret.
The answers on Li Liang's paper were surprisingly similar to those on the girl's paper on the rainy day.
To be more precise, it is the same idea.
On the last big question, both of them simplified the steps and used another solution.
And that girl's father is the dean of their grade.
It is said that a senior professional mathematics teacher was hired to tutor her individually, in preparation for her to perform well in the college entrance examination.
With her level as a girl, she could be admitted to Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School, but her father stopped her.
It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.
What's more, if he has a good talent under his command, he can get a promotion and a raise, right?
Song Yao stood in front of the bulletin board and suddenly recalled the rainy day when everything had not yet begun.
Li Liang's determined eyes, the strange look in his eyes when he saw her, and the gangster who retreated as soon as he shouted at her.
She suddenly understood everything.
Everything was a scam from the beginning!
She barged in on her own.
She was just being foolish and self-indulgent.
She had walked into the spider's web without knowing it.
The raging fire filled her with resentment. With an inexplicable anger, Song Yao walked into Li Liang's class.
The teacher on the stage looked at her in surprise, and Li Liang in the audience frowned slightly.
"What brings you here?"
"Song Yao, if you have anything to say, can we talk privately after class? Don't disturb the students in class."
The boy had an apologetic look on his face, as if he was scolding an ignorant child.
Song Yao clenched her palms, suddenly snatched the eraser from the podium and threw it out with force.
The teacher wanted to stop her, but the girl was too fast and too unexpected, so he watched the blackboard eraser fly out at high speed.
Bang——
The wooden blackboard eraser hit the surface of the skin with acceleration, and then fell to the ground under the influence of gravity, making a crisp sound that swirled and echoed in the classroom.
Li Liang was confused for a moment.
"Bleeding!"
Amidst the screams, he belatedly felt a sharp pain at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and bright red blood blurred his vision.
Amidst the vast expanse of red, he heard the girl say, "Don't treat everyone like a fool."
She said, "At least, I'm not."
How was the matter resolved later?
Song Yao's parents were called over.
This was the first time Mr. Song knew that his daughter was living such a life at school.
Everyone said that the daughter was wrong, but she stood there alone in silence.
Li Liang was almost hit in the eye by Song Yao. This happened in public and he could not deny it.
Mr. Song has a hunched back.
For the first time, he softened his tone towards Song Yao: "I'll send you to learn dancing."
Song Yao looked at her father, at the wrinkles on his face and the white hair at his temples.
She moved the corners of her lips and said okay.
Father Song held Song Yao's hand and walked out of the man-eating room step by step.
Song Yao transferred to another school.
She began to dance, the dance she once loved most.
But every time she danced, she would think of that afternoon.
The breeze rises again, and I catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman.
She fell to the ground.
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