Chapter 27 Bullying Story
Under the scorching sun, Qin Mengmeng broke out in a cold sweat.
She looked into the eyes of the living Ma Chaoji, and suddenly heard the notification sound from her cell phone.
Ding Dong.
News from Chen Liu.
"All the pictures of the physical education teachers in our school are here. Whose picture do you want?"
Qin Mengmeng saw the familiar figure that she had seen during the live broadcast last night.
Chen Liu marked in red: Huang Tiansheng, Lao Huang, our class’s current physical education teacher, is a very nice person.
Damn it.
Qin Mengmeng found that she had made a big, big, big mistake.
Who told her that the ghosts from Xincheng High School in the live broadcast room... are dead?
That is a reasonable inference, but everything you take for granted will eventually have an unexpected ending.
She asked Chen Liu: "Did Ma Chaoji die in the end?"
Chen Liu said: "No, he was in the ICU for a few days. I heard that he spent a lot of money on medical treatment, but he didn't die. Later he was expelled from school."
"Mengjie, where did you hear that he was dead?"
Qin Mengmeng raised her head and met eyes with Ma Chaoji who came out from the inner room.
The other person narrowed his eyes and stared at her without saying a word.
The old man opened the door and invited Qin Mengmeng in.
"You must be tired coming from the city in the middle of the day, you little bastard, why don't you go get some water?"
Qin Mengmeng put the phone back into her trouser pocket, glanced at her shadow on the ground, smiled calmly, and walked inside with the plastic bag.
Ma Chaoji, a living man, did not go to pour water. Instead, he sent the old woman away and said, "Grandma, aren't you dyeing your hair? Go ahead and do your work. I'll talk to her."
So the old man’s hair is half black and half white, is it because he dyed it?
The old man looked around and said, "Then you must treat the guests well and not be rude."
"I understand." The living Ma Chaoji was as sharp, smart, and defensive as a little ghost.
Qin Mengmeng could see that he knew that Qin Mengmeng was lying about her part-time job and salary in the milk tea shop.
But he didn't expose it on the spot, mainly because his grandmother was also here and was closer to Qin Mengmeng than to him.
He was worried that Qin Mengmeng would do something bad to his grandmother.
He wanted the two of them to deal with this matter face to face.
Qin Mengmeng let out a breath and thought to herself, she really likes dealing with smart people.
If Ma Chaoji said on the spot that he didn't know her at all and she was a liar, she would have been kicked out on the spot.
That's still good.
It would be very embarrassing if the old man called the police on the spot.
Once she followed Ma Chaoji into the inner room, Qin Mengmeng admitted her mistake before Ma Chaoji could open his mouth to question her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset the old man before, so I told some lies."
She gave a vague explanation without giving him time to think carefully.
Don't want to provoke the old man's emotions? Why would you provoke the old man's emotions?
"Well, I'm... a reporter."
The excuse that Qin Mengmeng had used in front of Chen Liu was once again brought up by her.
“I want to do a feature story on school bullying.”
Ma Chaoji narrowed his eyes.
He is indeed much smarter than Chen Liu, and children of this era are often well-informed because of the popularity of mobile phones.
So when he asked, "Can you show me your press card?" Qin Mengmeng was not surprised at all.
She certainly didn’t have a press pass.
But the topic had smoothly jumped from the milk tea shop to the press pass, so she felt that it was going well.
“Well, actually, I’m a self-media person.”
Ma Chaoji said: "Internet celebrity, which account is yours?"
Well, now Qin Mengmeng doesn’t like his cleverness very much.
Where did she get a self-media account to show him?
Qin Mengmeng took out three thousand yuan in cash from the plastic bag, spread it out in a fan shape in her hands, and then closed it again.
Hand it over.
There seemed to be a chill coming from behind me.
The little devil was very unhappy.
"If the article is successfully written and published, I will give you the link." Qin Mengmeng acted in a businesslike manner and said calmly, "This is the fee for the interview."
The rural areas around the new city are not well developed, and rich people would rather move into the city.
The kid had a grandfather who made a living by driving a black car, but he has passed away. Now he only has a grandmother, and he doesn't know how she makes a living.
The grandmother and her grandson live together in their rural hometown. It can be seen that Ma Chaoji's family conditions are not good.
He is definitely short of money.
Moreover, he is still a minor and is not old enough to work in a factory...
"Here's a total of three thousand yuan." Qin Mengmeng said, "Answer my questions in one hour, and it's yours."
She added: "You can buy yourself a new phone or a tricycle for your grandma, who is old and has trouble getting around. It's not a lot of money, but it can be very useful."
Ma Chaoji lowered his head and thought about it, and finally gave in.
The person in front of you may be fake.
But the money is real.
"What do you want to ask?"
Qin Mengmeng cleared her throat, took out her phone from her pocket, and said, "Can I record this?"
"You pay, you have the final say."
Qin Mengmeng pretends to be a reporter even though she is not.
But fortunately, the quality of self-media is uneven, so even if it is unprofessional, there should be no problem.
"Did you have any other conflicts with your roommates before that incident?"
"That's too much." Ma Chaoji said contemptuously: "I have better grades than them, the girls they like like me, I go to bed at 10 o'clock in the evening, and I wash my feet every day."
"I'm also better at fighting than them. None of them can beat me in a one-on-one fight."
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
Good job.
It turns out that this little devil is not a poor thing at all.
"You guys...have fought before?"
"We are from the same village and have been fighting since we were young."
Qin Mengmeng pinched the bridge of her nose: "So, that time - you were beaten up by a group of people."
Ma Chaoji was very disdainful: "The rubbish that bullies the minority with the majority is nothing but a bunch of spineless trash. I have always looked down on them."
Qin Mengmeng couldn't help but lower her head, trying to see the little ghost through her shadow.
Unfortunately, the roof blocked the sunlight and her shadow.
She could only vaguely sense the presence of the little ghost.
"You--" she asked, "Do you remember clearly what happened that day?"
Ma Chaoji said: "Of course, I have a good memory for this kind of thing. After I left the hospital, I went to settle accounts with them one by one."
Qin Mengmeng was numb.
It’s not that revenge is not a good virtue.
Just a few words overturned her entire impression of the kid.
"So, how's the revenge going?"
Ma Chaoji was very depressed: "I didn't find any of them. I heard that they all went to the south to work."
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
How to put it, every word fell where she didn't expect.
But it seems reasonable.
Ma Chaoji said with a straight face, "I know what you want to hear."
"What do I want to hear?" Qin Mengmeng said, "What do I want to hear?"
"You want to hear that I was bullied, that I was a wimp, that I could only whine and cry, that I couldn't fight back, that I was scared out of my wits."
Qin Mengmeng sighed.
"You misunderstood." She laughed: "You are very good like this, I like it very much."
"They don't like to hear this," said Ma Chaoji.
"them?"
"The teachers and leaders of the school said that if this happened, it was a fight, so they expelled me and refused to refund my tuition."
Qin Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh again.
High school... vocational high school.
In theory, there is nothing wrong with expelling a student.
The national compulsory education lasts only nine years, until junior high school graduation, but Qin Mengmeng also saw some classmates transferred to other schools when she was in junior high school.
She pointed at the peaches in the plastic bag and said, "These are health products for the elderly. They are longevity peaches."
Ma Chaoji looked at her, held the money in his hand, and said, "Whether you can write that report on school bullying or not, I will not return the money to you."
Qin Mengmeng laughed dumbly: "Take it."
That was the salary paid to the little ghost. No matter what happened between the living Ma Chaoji and the dead little ghost, she could not take the money back.
She stood up and saw Ma Chaoji's grandmother coming into the house from the wash basin outside. She had dyed her hair black, and although the skin on her arms was drooping, she still looked energetic.
Qin Mengmeng thinks she is a respectable person.
She turned around and asked Ma Chaoji: "You have been expelled from school. You can't be a cook in the future. How are you going to make a living?"
Ma Chaoji looked at her in surprise.
"If you want to learn a craft and are willing to endure hardships, I can find a master to teach you."
"People have to eat to survive."
Qin Mengmeng took a step forward, stood in the sunlight, and said seriously: "If you want to eat, you have to find a job, what do you think?"
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