Like the plots of all tragic novels, tragedies often begin with a forced rebellion due to long-term repression.
Xia Lian lowered her head, her bangs partially obscuring her eyes, and her thick bob hairstyle swayed gently as she walked.
As soon as I stepped into the classroom, the noisy sounds inside immediately turned into whispers, attracting the attention of many people.
"They're here, they're here."
"They actually dare to come to school!"
People around her talked about her without any attempt to hide it, and bursts of disgusting laughter could be heard from time to time, but Xia Lian was already used to it and only needed to silently endure it.
Once I get into high school and my mother recovers, I can finally leave them behind.
This is the girl's only wish right now.
Back in her seat, she casually flipped through her books. Unlike the others, no matter how difficult the environment, she urged herself to study hard.
Mom will be very happy if you get into a good school.
"I heard that last night, someone saw Xia Lian sneaking around outside, doing something in a hurry."
"Why do you care what she does? Let her do whatever she wants."
Xia Lian ignored the conversation in the front row; all she had to do was be seen delivering food to her mother.
On the contrary, she felt very lucky today. There was no expired milk in her drawer, and her books were not scattered all over the floor; they were neatly arranged on her desk.
"Hey, what do you think, Sister Yinzhen? What is she going to do when she goes out at night?"
Yin Zhen yawned lazily, finding their conversation somewhat boring, and lay on the table looking rather indifferent.
"Who knows what she's doing out so late at night? Maybe she's out getting money from some old man." She said casually, glancing at Xia Lian's reaction.
However, Xia Lian did not understand the meaning behind her words.
Compared to the precocious junior high school students of today, Xia Lian appears incredibly pure.
Seeing that she didn't react, Yoon Jin, who was initially bored, suddenly got angry, stood up and walked to her desk.
"W-what's wrong?" Xia Lian put down the book in her hand and forced a smile.
"Can't you understand that I'm cursing you? That ever-present smiling face is really disgusting!"
Xia Lian's face trembled slightly. Although being treated like this was a daily occurrence, she still couldn't help but feel scared.
Even so, she never let go of the forced smile on her face.
"Tsk..."
Yin Zhen clicked her tongue, completely losing interest. Even being bullied like this every day could get boring eventually.
"Like mother, like daughter."
After saying that, she was about to return to her seat when she suddenly heard the sound of tables and chairs being pushed behind her.
Xia Lian stood up abruptly, her smile vanished. She bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Yin Zhen, and shouted like a cat with its fur standing on end:
"Don't talk about my mother like that!"
This voice was more than ten times louder than her usual speeches. No one expected that this girl, who had always been bullied, would have such a day of outburst.
The sharp sound made Yin Zhen stop in her tracks. She slowly turned around and met the eyes of the girl in front of her.
"I knew it, so what?" She became interested, and a bit of anger rose in her heart. She seemed to have never expected that Xia Lian would dare to contradict her.
"Your mother is a bitch, I've said it out loud, what can you do about it?"
Yin Zhen walked up to Xia Lian, unaware that Xia Lian had grown to be as tall as her, and from this angle, she could see Xia Lian's eyes hidden under her bangs.
Xia Lian trembled all over, her intense emotions echoing repeatedly in her heart. She didn't know how to describe her current feelings, only that it felt as if a flame was burning in her heart.
Even though the other party was Yin Zhen, who had bullied her for almost three years, at this moment, all of Xia Lian's fear and apprehension vanished.
When he came to his senses, he had already pushed her away with both hands.
Yin Zhen didn't expect that the girl in front of her would actually dare to attack her. By the time she realized what was happening, her body was already leaning backward.
She stared wide-eyed at Xia Lian in disbelief, her right hand instinctively reaching for something to support her, but finding nothing.
"Plop..."
With a muffled groan, Yin Zhen slammed heavily against the desk behind her, her head hitting the desk hard, and she lost consciousness.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The classroom was very quiet.
And it has never been this quiet before.
It wasn't until drops of blood flowed from Yin Zhen's head that the noise resumed as if waking from a dream. Some people were screaming, some were looking for the teacher, and some had smug expressions on their faces.
Xia Lian, however, was deathly pale, standing there dumbfounded, staring at her hands, her breathing rapid and labored.
...
It's like triggering the butterfly effect; one thing often gets entangled with another.
We met again at the hospital.
Xia Lian was jogging down the corridor, carrying dinner for her mother in her arms, when she ran into Yin Zhen, who was recovering from her injuries, outside Zhou Yu's ward.
Since that incident, Yin Zhen has never bothered her again. She had several stitches in her head, and the white bandage wrapped around her head was very conspicuous.
"ah……"
"..."
The two of them chose to avoid each other's gaze, as if they didn't know each other, seemingly intending to part ways.
"Xiao Zhen, why are you running around like that? You still have a head injury, why don't you take better care of yourself?" A woman in her forties walked out of the corridor.
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