The day when Yan Cuo was completely disliked in the class was an ordinary winter afternoon. Everyone returned to the classroom after lunch. Some were reading, some were playing, and the noise was endless.
Yancuo sat in her seat as usual, flipping through her book. She was a bit slow, absorbed information slowly, and always had to expend more energy than others to digest it. Thinking about her mediocre grades, she was worried and anxious.
She understood better than anyone that only with good grades could she have more opportunities and leave this village. This village was filled with bad memories, and she had no attachment to it except for her grandmother.
Yan Cuo was somewhat immersed in his own thoughts, staring blankly at the book in front of him, but he didn't read anything.
Someone in the class shouted, attracting everyone's attention. The delicate girl Li Yuanyuan in the class was looking for something at the moment. She looked anxious and her face was full of tears.
Several girls in the class surrounded her and asked her with concern: "Li Yuanyuan, what's wrong? Is something missing?"
Li Yuanyuan looked up, her eyes red and her voice choked with sobs. "The new pencil sharpener my dad bought me is missing. What should I do? He'll definitely be mad if he finds out."
Several girls in the class were getting anxious at this moment, asking in unison: "Where did you put it before? When did you use it? Do you still remember it?"
Li Yuanyuan kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know. I just know it was in my desk this morning, but now I can't find it no matter how hard I look."
The girls all started looking for her, searching through her desk and her schoolbag, but there was no trace of the pencil sharpener. Someone suddenly said, "I remember Yancuo was the first one back to the classroom at noon, and she was the only one in the class without a pencil sharpener. Do you think she took it?"
The girl who spoke was a class leader. Her grades weren't great, but she loved to meddle in other people's affairs. Her voice was quite loud, and almost everyone in the class heard it. At the same time, Yan Cuo raised his head and looked at them calmly, "I didn't take her pencil sharpener."
Yan Cuo had always been the target of gossip in the class, and now almost no one believed her words. The girl also walked over to Yan Cuo's position with a look of disbelief, "You said you didn't take it, so let us search. If we don't find it, we'll consider it a mistake and apologize to you."
After saying that, he changed the subject and looked at Yan Cuo with a somewhat suspicious look, "But, if it was really you who took it, then what do you say?"
Yancuo stood up and looked her in the eye: "I said I didn't take it, and I don't bother to take other people's things."
But the girl still didn't believe it and reached out to rummage through her schoolbag. Yan Cuo guarded it tightly and refused to let her touch it. Seeing that she couldn't get it, the girl quickly called several other girls in the class to come together. Several girls forcefully pried Yan Cuo's hands apart, and then Yan Cuo's schoolbag was turned out, and the things inside fell to the ground.
Pencils, erasers, and some exercise books were all on the ground, but no one wanted to pick them up. The girl seemed unconvinced and rummaged through her desk again, rummaging inside until she touched something familiar.
Yan Cuo watched her take out the pencil sharpener her uncle gave her and put it in front of her. His face became a little nervous: "Put it down. That was given to me by my uncle, not Li Yuanyuan's. You are not allowed to touch it!"
The girl raised the pencil sharpener high with a look of disdain on her face and turned to look at Li Yuanyuan, "Is this your pencil sharpener?"
Li Yuanyuan hesitated and didn't speak for a long time. Everyone in the class looked at her expectantly. Li Yuanyuan nodded slowly.
The girl's face showed an expression of "as expected", and she looked at Yan Cuo as if she was a criminal who had committed a heinous crime.
"Yancuo, what else do you have to say? Li Yuanyuan already said this is her pencil sharpener. Why did you steal her things?"
Yan Cuo bit his lip tightly and looked at her stubbornly: "This is a gift from my uncle, not hers."
But the class didn't believe it, and a few of them started to make a fuss: "Yancuo, you took it, so you took it. We all know your family is poor, but if you admit your mistakes, you must correct them. Stealing is not a good behavior."
The others began to agree: "Yes, yes, the teacher said we should be honest people. What you did is wrong."
Yan Cuo stared at them intently, his eyes red with anger, and said word by word, "I said I didn't do it, and that's it. You are framing me."
As she spoke, she looked in the direction of Li Yuanyuan. She lowered her head at the moment, not daring to look at Yan Cuo's eyes.
Yan Cuo just stood there, listening to her classmates' accusations and humiliations, her eyes red. She no longer opened her mouth to explain, but just stood there stubbornly, without shedding a single tear.
Tears are the most useless thing. My crying couldn't make my parents stay, and now it can't make my classmates trust me either.
This was the scene the moment Xu Lin entered the classroom. The girls in the class were so exhausted from talking that they were still thinking of ways to criticize Yan Cuo. The other students looked at her with contempt.
Yan Cuo just stood there straight, neither crying nor making a fuss, and looked so calm, but if you looked carefully, you could see that her lips had been bitten and bleeding, and her eyes had turned red.
He wasn't quite sure what was going on, so he asked a few classmates. He was a little skeptical when he heard them say such terrible things about Yan Cuo. They'd been classmates for a few years, and although Yan Cuo wasn't good at speaking, he usually studied very hard and never spoke ill of others.
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