Song Jiao pulled at her hair, her sharp screams piercing the quiet air. "I've been doing housework since I was five years old, and if I don't do it well, you either beat me or scold me. Am I your biological child? How can you be so cruel?"
Dark and twisted crawling, going crazy.
More and more people around were talking about it. After all, they all thought that Song Jiao had stolen the money.
But now it seems that is not the case.
"What else do you want from me?" There was despair in her words. With a wave of her hands, two shining kitchen knives appeared in front of everyone. Like a trapped beast forced into a desperate situation, she chased the four big men and a boy, staging an absurd chase scene in the narrow space.
"Why are you doing this to me? Just because I'm a girl?"
Song Jiao's voice echoed in the empty college entrance. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of resentment and anger.
Then, everyone saw a young girl holding two swords, her eyes burning with rage, chasing a group of people who usually bossed her around.
The scene was both absurd and shocking, leaving one shuddering.
In a panic, Tang Zhe accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. He looked at the approaching Song Jiao in horror, supported himself with his hands, and stepped back repeatedly, "It's not me, it's not me! Dad wanted to come to find you! I just followed him!"
Damn, why is this woman going crazy again?
It's like being sick!
Song Jiao's face was gloomy, and her eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if she could see through people's hearts. "Does being a book-traveler give you such a sense of superiority? Do you think I don't know your background? Tell me, if I hit you today and then pretend to be crazy, what would you do?"
"You..." Tang Zhe's pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of disbelief.
He thought of all the possibilities, but he never imagined that this girl who was usually submissive knew everything and even understood his secret as a time traveler.
"Who are you?" Tang Zhe continued to ask.
Song Jiao put down the kitchen knife, but her momentum did not decrease. Instead, she slapped Tang Zhe hard in the face, followed by several consecutive slaps, each one crisp and loud, as if venting years of repression and injustice.
"Sister, I was wrong! Please let me go! Please!" Tang Zhe held his head with both hands, curled up on the ground, begging for mercy.
His only thought now was to delay time. As long as his father found out that he was not there, he would definitely come back to look for him. By then, was he still worried that a group of people would not be able to deal with this crazy woman?
However, Song Jiao seemed to be deaf to his pleas for mercy. Her eyes were cold enough to freeze. "Let you go? Have you ever let me go before? Do I need to tell you everything about the insults, beatings, and endless hard labor I endured over the years? Do you think you can escape everything by traveling through a book?!"
Every time Song Jiao took a step forward, Tang Zhe had to take a step back, until his back was against the cold corner of the wall and he had nowhere to retreat.
The pent-up anger in Song Jiao's heart finally erupted. Without hesitation, she raised her leg and kicked Tang Zhe's knee accurately. The pain made him kneel to the ground instantly, his face full of astonishment and pain.
Just as she was about to deliver another kick to vent her long-held grievances, the police officer's steady and forceful voice suddenly came from behind her: "Student, please don't do it! If you have anything to say, talk it over. We are here to solve the problem."
Song Jiao turned around suddenly, her eyes were sharp, and the kitchen knife in her hand had long disappeared. At this moment, she needed to play the role of a "madman" who was misunderstood by her family and oppressed to the limit by life.
A sneer appeared on her lips, and her voice was filled with unquestionable determination: "Don't take action? How can these problems be solved without taking action? Look at how they treat me!"
As she spoke, her eyes turned sinister, scanning each person present one by one, as if pouring out all her grievances and anger. "They abused me, starved me, made me do endless chores, beat and scolded me, and finally cut off all ties with me and refused to let me go to school! I shamelessly borrowed money from the owner of Taozhi Garment to pay for my tuition! Now, I'm being falsely accused of stealing money? If I don't fight back, am I just going to let them bully me like this?"
The police looked at each other in bewilderment, obviously not expecting such a complicated family dispute behind this. For a moment, no one responded and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
At this moment, Tang's father suddenly started cursing like an enraged lion, even unbuckling his belt, as if he was going to teach Song Jiao a lesson himself: "I'm going to beat you to death, you money-loser! The fact that I let you do this and didn't drown you is all out of my kindness! Today I'll show you what rules are!"
The policemen's faces instantly darkened. They quickly stepped forward and stopped Tang's father's violent behavior. The scene suddenly became extremely tense.
The leading police officer said sternly, "That's enough! We will handle this matter fairly. There's no need for you to take matters into your own hands. Everyone, follow us back to the station and explain everything!"
Following the police's order, everyone was taken into the police car one by one.
Tang's father, a typical bully at home, began his plea for mercy in the narrow space of the police car.
"Comrade, listen to me. All this was my son Tang Zhe's idea. He asked me to come and cause trouble for my daughter. Actually, I didn't want to come at all. After all, we've severed our relationship, and I don't want to get involved in her affairs anymore." He tried to gain sympathy with an innocent look.
"Look, can we not go to the police station? Can you let me go back first? I have no choice but to do this!" There was a pleading look in Tang's father's eyes. After he finished speaking, he did not forget to glare fiercely at Tang Zhe who was sitting next to him. He cursed in his heart: It's all because of this unfilial son. He can easily get the tuition of that money-losing guy by saying that he comes to cause trouble!
Now, if this matter gets back, how will he live in the village in the future?
The police officer glanced at Tang's father coldly, having long been accustomed to such scumbag tactics. "If you have anything to say, go to the police station. You don't need to get too close to us now."
What kind of good person would call his own daughter a money-loser?
There was unquestionable authority in the police's words.
At the same time, Song Jiao saw the changes in the school's freshman speech on the system page. She was supposed to be standing on the stage.
However, I still need to reconcile my testimony with Song Dandan.
In this era, there were no mobile phones. She contacted the heroine Song Dandan directly through the system: "Dandan, if someone asks if you lent me money, just say yes."
Song Dandan suddenly received a notification from the system and was a little confused for a moment.
She was filled with doubts: Who on earth was this Song Jiao? How could she actually communicate directly with her system?
The system can only reply: OK
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