Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Ayang, can you help me? …
Cici, the internet celebrity at the center of this controversy, is considered one of the earliest people to become successful in self-media.
He first became popular through a group of photos on social platforms wearing a junior high school uniform. The loose blue and white uniform, which was uniform across the country, formed a sharp contrast with his youthful appearance and cold and world-weary looks.
Although she failed to take advantage of that wave of traffic to become a top internet celebrity, over the years, she has gradually formed her own fixed audience. She occasionally updates photos on social platforms, takes part in promotions to make money, and also works part-time as a print model in private.
It’s just that the spread of public opinion is more severe than expected.
Internet celebrity scandal, man dressed as a woman, aristocratic school...
The accumulation of eye-catching keywords finally created a wave that far exceeded the energy that Xia Chun himself could possess.
"How disgusting! Isn't this just perverted?"
"Please ban @xxx official, the existence of such people is simply creating a negative image for young people!"
"Isn't the tuition at Guanli Middle School very high? Is being an internet celebrity so profitable? Awesome, why don't you check @xxx official?"
"I am a student who was watching the ceremony. The internet celebrity is in our grade, but I heard that he is a special admissions student, so it shouldn't be a question of whether he is rich or not. He got in free of tuition based on his academic performance."
This comment may have been well-intentioned, but it quickly pushed public opinion in the other direction.
"I saw someone dug out Cici's high school entrance exam results, and she ranked almost 3,000 in the city. However, the application requirements for special enrollment on Guanli Middle School's official website are to be in the top 500 in the city or have outstanding specialties. How did she apply for a special enrollment quota..."
"You're still a privileged person, really cool."
"You can't say that. What if he really has some special skills? (yellow-faced dog head.jpg)"
"What are your specialties? Please elaborate on them (Husky rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue.jpg)"
"Isn't it disgusting? Even Huang Yao was involved..."
"The person above is also sympathizing with the perverted man. When he pretends to be a woman and enters the women's restroom and locker room, he doesn't have the same high sense of morality as you."
"That's right, the girl who goes to the same school as him is so pitiful."
Some netizens who like to watch the fun not only tagged the authorities to intervene, but also went to the official Weibo of Guanli High School to demand an explanation.
The latest blog post below was a promotional video about the peaceful school. There were hundreds of scattered replies from alumni, and the sudden influx of netizens multiplied the number to thousands.
The students who were originally in charge of operations were sweating profusely, and hurried to ask the teacher in charge what to do, but in the end they only got a vague reply: "Don't worry about it for now."
Because the decision given above is to give it a cold treatment.
Xia Chun came back from the vegetable market.
He didn't go to school these days and basically stayed at home except when necessary.
There was nothing he could do at home, so he spent his time browsing his phone.
He has seen all the bad reviews on the Internet.
In fact, he really wanted to comment on some of the points.
For example, he had never shared a locker room with other girls, nor had he ever used the girls' restroom at school.
But these don’t seem to be that important.
Just like the fuse that sparked this public opinion, the whistleblower who revealed that he was a woman disguised as a man did not actually provide any conclusive evidence.
Under that post, someone claiming to be his classmate recounted his various unsociable and weird behaviors, using the results to infer the process to verify the matter. There were also a small number of people who should be his fans, who tagged him again and again in an attempt to get a response.
Response? What should he respond?
Isn't it a bit shameless to whitewash something that is already a fact?
He has always been self-aware.
He was just a weirdo among the crowd.
Because of an immature concession, an old wound was created that could neither be exposed nor healed.
Now the wound was torn and exposed, and the numb nerves were revived.
Just like when he was a child and got scalded while cooking noodles because he couldn't hold the pot, when he applied ointment to himself, he would imagine that the irritating pain was repairing and healing little by little, so he could digest the pain silently and even enjoy the pleasure of self-abuse.
When he returned home, he saw a pair of women's shoes at the door. Before the door was closed, he could hear impatient footsteps coming from inside.
Feng Xiaochun, who was obviously not in good condition, looked at him.
She didn't dress up as carefully as usual, and her lips looked a little pale without lipstick.
"Why are you back?" Xia Chun changed into slippers and put the food in his hand on the table.
"What on earth is going on? Why didn't you tell me?" Feng Xiaochun asked impatiently, "The girls I play cards with all asked me in the group chat, and I was too embarrassed to reply."
"It's that Aunt Li. You know her. She usually doesn't get along with me. She even called me to ask about this. I don't even want to talk to her!"
Xia Chun couldn't get a word in and could only listen in silence to the other party's continuous barrage of comments.
"You are such a worrying kid. I told you to be careful at school and not tell others everything. You are so old but you still don't know how to be more careful..."
"I haven't told anyone."
Xia Chun finally took up the opportunity to say, "After all these years, I don't even have a close friend."
"Who could that be?" Feng Xiaochun looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "It's the son of He who wants to mess with you—"
"Why did you mention him?" Xia Chun closed his eyes, his tone becoming irritable, "What does this have to do with him?"
"Who else could it be? You insist that you haven't told anyone else, so aren't those the only people who know about this?"
Xia Chun took a deep breath and managed to calm his voice. He turned his face away coldly, unwilling to look at Feng Xiaochun: "Can you please stop talking about that?"
"What's with that expression?" Feng Xiaochun's face suddenly changed, and his voice became louder. "Are you blaming me for coming? If I hadn't made a scene back then, I wouldn't have even gotten the money for a house."
"When I was dating him, I didn't know he was married. If I knew, would I have gotten involved in that mess?"
"It's all because of you!" As he spoke, Feng Xiaochun pretended to hit Xia Chun's shoulder.
"I have lost all my dignity to support you and come to your house to make trouble. You are useless and you are like a dumb person who can't say a word!"
"You didn't study hard and got such low scores. I had to shamelessly go to that guy named He and ask him to give you a place. I just hope you can go to a better high school and get into a better university. Then my life will be worth it."
As she spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes: "Why did I give birth to such a useless thing like you?"
"If I hadn't given birth to you, I would have gotten away with it long ago."
The force of the blow was not strong at all, and Xia Chun endured it with a blank expression, until Feng Xiaochun vented his anger to the point that he could not even shout anymore, and then he slumped weakly in the chair beside him.
Xia Chun walked back to her room step by step, and almost leaned on the door handle to barely close the door.
Then he slumped to the ground.
I don't know how long it was before I heard the sound of a door opening and closing outside.
He sat quietly for a long time before he gathered his strength, climbed up, held on to the door handle, and went out to see what was going on.
There was no one outside.
There was only a bowl of boiled noodles that was no longer hot.
Xia Chun walked over and looked at the bowl of noodles for a long time before his consciousness was finally pulled back to his body. An extremely sour pain spread from his heart.
-"Ayang, I can't seem to hear anything."
He Ming was silent for a long time before he gave up reluctantly.
"Eh?" Gu Yang narrowed his eyes in displeasure and leaned in to examine He Mingan. "Are you pretending to be confused at this time?"
"Weren't you very happy to hear it before?" Gu Yang asked expressionlessly, "I heard that you even set up a small group specifically for this?"
"Am I something to behold?"
He Mingan didn't know how long it had been since he had acted so weak, but he really hadn't figured out how to explain it.
He looked into those grey eyes that were fixed upon him, and finally he could only raise his hands in surrender.
"I haven't thought about it that way, but I really didn't lie to you."
"I could hear a few words occasionally before, but it was really quiet today." He Mingan said, "Maybe it's because you knew about this matter that you can't hear it."
"Oh, is that so?" Gu Yang said coldly, "Then this matter should be blamed on me, right?"
He Mingan choked up for a rare moment: "That's not what I meant."
The driver who was originally driving tactfully parked the car aside, asked He Mingan for instructions, and then left.
Gu Yang was sulking, holding the pillow in his hand.
After knowing that his inner thoughts had been leaked, he did feel at a loss at first.
The shell he used to protect himself from the outside world shattered into pieces, revealing his tender inner self, which was even sensitive to the air.
But He Mingan is different.
It's not the kind of relationship that requires discussion of intimacy. He habitually stays away from people and cannot accept the presence of other people around him when he is alone.
But when He Mingan stayed next to him, even if he didn't speak, he would feel uncomfortable.
This is formed imperceptibly through long-term companionship.
"I want to see your group chat." Gu Yang spread his hands to him.
He Mingan took out his cell phone, unlocked it and handed it to him.
Gu Yang clicked into the group chat in front of him.
The latest one is He Yihong’s chat record.
Tell him to stop meddling in other people's business.
Gu Yang paused, clicked into the pinned group chat called gy observation base, selected the date and scrolled down from the top.
There are so many messages that every time he has something on his mind, there can be hundreds of messages in the group chat.
This feeling is really weird and makes people sick.
When he turned to one of the articles, Gu Yang's fingertips stopped.
"Why would Gu Yang be so desperate to commit suicide?"
"I don't know how it got to this point..."
"Let's all pay more attention in the future and try to enlighten him when we find the opportunity. He is really troublesome."
"Uh-huh!"
"By the way, I'll take him with me when I go play basketball or something like that. Exercising more often helps to relieve your mood!"
"Then I can take him to worship Buddha. Maybe he can become more open-minded if he has a belief (〃ω〃)"
"Let's just forget about this..."
Does he still think about this kind of thing?
Gu Yang couldn’t quite remember it, but this was indeed his original ending. It seemed natural that it would be known after he thought about it one day.
He suddenly thought of the time when Xie Wu dragged him to play basketball.
I thought some nerve was pulled.
He felt extremely awkward and just flipped through the pages randomly.
The focus of the discussion gradually shifted from what he was thinking to who he was as a person.
Why did he sleep all day again today? Someone please take him out for a walk and get some sun to drive away the mold.
Why didn’t you come today? Do you have a cold? Or did something happen?
Did the Gu family’s driver come to pick him up when he went back this afternoon? Don't get blocked by those hooligans again.
…
Gu Yang flipped through the messages one after another with an expressionless face, but before he reached the bottom, he suddenly didn't want to read anymore.
Not interesting at all.
With so much stimulating gossip, he thought he could see some interesting discussions.
He Mingan sat quietly aside, observing the reaction on Gu Yang's face.
"In fact, everyone had their own ideas at the beginning." He organized his words and said, "In the beginning, it was Shen Mingjun. Because he was not sure about the authenticity, he just watched the show."
"A lot of things happened afterwards, and we gradually became closer and more open-minded, but this incident was still too unbelievable, and I didn't know how to start the conversation."
Gu Yang lowered his head, his hanging hair blocking his eyes, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.
"Although we should all say sorry to you, before that, we should say thank you first."
"Really?" Gu Yang turned off the phone and threw it back to He Mingan, "What's there to thank me for..."
"Everyone's future has changed. This can be considered a life-saving grace." He Mingan smiled and said in a relaxed tone.
Gu Yang raised his head, looked at the smile reflected on He Mingan's face, and asked suddenly: "What about you? Has your future changed too?"
He Mingan was stunned, caught off guard.
He had long been accustomed to Gu Yang's way of changing the subject in a rather jumpy and unprepared manner, but when the sharp edge pointed directly at the core, he still lost his composure.
The mask of smile was almost torn off.
“As for me…”
He heard his own voice speaking slowly, still smiling, trying his best to maintain the same attitude as usual.
“I don’t think there’s anything I need to change.”
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