Some people sneered.
Qin Ying pretended not to hear and quickened her pace.
She walked through the corridor clutching the strap of her canvas bag. The enamel pot and aluminum lunch box in her bag collided with each other loudly, and the discussions lingered in her ears.
"What's a violin? I heard that last night..."
Qin Ying walked to the corner, and a girl in military uniform stabbed her ear with a low voice like an ice pick:
"She was trapped in the backstage storage room by her brother. Someone saw it with their own eyes...her brother..."
There were gasps mixed with the laughter, and Qin Ying's steps suddenly became a little messy, and her hands were clenched tightly.
The tail end of the man's words was blown away by the wind, but when they passed by her ears, they made her fingertips tremble slightly - those were the exclamations and doubts about the violin, which now became sharp preludes.
Someone saw that unbearable scene last night.
Now, the rumor has spread quietly in the school.
"But not just this time!"
A girl with pigtails approached her companion and raised her voice very high:
"I heard at the beginning of the school year that she was dragged into an alley by a thug...that guy is still in custody!"
There was a sneer mixed with the laughter:
"Why is someone always staring at her? Maybe she provoked them..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud sound of porcelain breaking from the end of the corridor.
Qin Ying looked up and saw Wei Zhuolan standing there with a shattered teacup at his feet.
The brown tea flowed and spread everywhere.
His eyes were like poisoned arrows, staring intently at the group of students whispering to each other:
"Don't you have to go to class?"
His voice was so cold that it could blow up the wind, and it scared the girls so much that they ran away without even looking up.
Turning his gaze to Qin Ying, the paranoia surging in his eyes almost overflowed:
“You’re here!”
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