On the anonymous Internet, countless people hold their keyboards, express their opinions indignantly, and make up stories without any scruples.
Those students of No. 1 Middle School pride themselves on being well-educated and well-mannered, with unlimited success and a bright future.
But behind others' backs, where the protagonist of the incident cannot see, they make wanton speculations and slanders, showing bad and sarcastic expressions, putting themselves in a position of superiority and making wild judgments.
In their hands, the keyboard becomes a weapon to attack others.
Even Xie Yihuan, who is recognized as a bad student who is domineering and overbearing, would not and would not bother to do anything to discredit others.
These hypocritical and good students naturally attacked him.
I don't even think there's anything wrong with what I did.
It seems that it is not just one person who wants Yu Xinghe to fall from the altar.
Xie Yihan didn't know any of this.
Frankly speaking, he was a pampered young master who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had long been accustomed to a life of being admired by others.
He did whatever he wanted and everything went smoothly for him. He had never heard of the tragic lives that happened in poor families.
After all these years of getting along, He Sui's evaluation of him is: simple-minded but strong-limbed.
It's not without reason.
He didn't know that his sweetheart was so outstanding that many people were jealous of her.
Perhaps he will understand later that the most sinister thing in the world is the human heart.
The air was damp. Someone had opened the window at some point, and a cool breeze blew in, carrying the night's dampness with it.
The warm atmosphere in the room was not affected by this.
…
On campus, the bluestone roads reflected the cold moonlight and were a little slippery.
Water drops fell from the leaves and landed on the skin on my neck, making me shiver with cold.
On the winding path, there were several overlapping figures, coming from far away and getting closer.
He Sui was walking in front holding the little girl's hand, and behind him followed a row of Xie Yihuan's younger brothers not far away.
A group of people were walking around the campus of No. 1 Middle School.
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It was already past school dismissal time, and there were only a few students left on campus who had not yet returned home.
Therefore, the No. 3 Middle School uniforms they wore were not very conspicuous.
The boys walked slowly, pushing each other and not wanting to be the first to follow He Sui, looking very reluctant.
However, none of them could beat He Sui, and even if they joined forces, they could only end up in a draw.
I could only follow him slowly at the back, keeping a safe distance from him.
What is a safe distance?
He Sui could see them just by turning around, and they could leave him and run away at any time if there was any danger.
Oh no, to them, the most dangerous person should be He Sui.
They didn't even know where He Sui wanted to take them or what they were going to do, and they didn't even have the courage to ask.
After walking for a while, the unfamiliar campus environment made everyone feel more and more uneasy.
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It was deserted, not a single person in sight.
The boys with a better sense of direction looked at the familiar path and recognized it.
"Is this the way to the school gate?"
This sentence was undoubtedly a reassurance, making the other boys feel relieved.
"Where on earth is this kid taking us?"
"Are you going to take us away and sell us?"
"Pah, pah, pah, you've watched too much TV!"
It is said that three women make a drama, and a group of men together can have the same effect.
With the company of their brothers, the boys' depressing atmosphere was relieved.
There are so many of them, why should they be afraid of He Sui alone!
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Be tough!
"Why don't one of you just go and ask him?"
Someone suggested.
This is indeed a good idea, much better than their guessing like this.
but……
Who will ask?
The boys looked at each other, trying to nominate the lucky one.
"You go, you go."
Some boys began to cover their foreheads with their hands and leaned their bodies on the boys next to them, pretending to be as delicate as Lin Daiyu.
Then he pinched his throat and said:
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"Oh, I just caught a cold from the wind, and my throat suddenly hurts and I can't speak. You should go ask."
The boys looked at another boy, and that boy immediately followed suit.
"Oh, why do I feel so dizzy all of a sudden? I can't stand anymore. Quick, quick, help me up."
"Oh, I..."
After pushing the ball back and forth for a while, there were a lot of "old, weak, sick and disabled" people, and in the end they still couldn't decide who to ask.
The gate of No. 1 Middle School appeared in front of me. I just had to walk about a hundred or eighty steps forward to reach my destination.
At this time, another boy realized belatedly that -
"Speaking of which, is it really okay for us to leave the boss there alone like this and go with He kid?"
"What if something happens to the boss and we're not by his side when he needs us..."
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Obviously, this question stumped them.
But someone soon reacted.
"If I go back now...it seems like I'll disturb Boss and Sister Yu."
"Isn't this the wrong timing?"
Everyone was silent, and came to a unified conclusion—
"That makes sense."
"It's safer to follow He kid. Bad guys who do good things will be struck by lightning!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, that guy is going far away!"
The boys stopped talking and jogged to catch up with He Sui in front of them.
He Sui had good hearing and heard most of their whispers behind him, but he didn't look back at them once.
Birds of a feather flock together.
It was normal that these people couldn't guess where he was going. After all, they were Xie Yihan's younger brothers, not He Sui's.
As long as they followed him obediently, he wouldn't turn around to remind them.
After all, his attention would only stay on his little girl.
"Are you cold?"
He looked at the little girl, her neck hunched, her fair little face exposed outside turned red by the wind.
Like a ripe peach, it makes people want to take a bite.
However, the wind was quite strong and Cong Nian did not hear what he asked her.
This made He Sui lick his lips and smile, ready to wait until the wind died down before asking again.
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