Chapter 184: The Blue Fairy Tale of Disillusionment: Pain
The students all nodded their heads in agreement like following wind bugs
God! Is this my storm tonight? Why does it feel like a baptism of happiness?
"Okay, after unanimous approval by our school judges, the champion of this campus beauty pageant is..."
"Kaka--"
At the critical moment, all the lights on the scene suddenly dimmed in a collective suicide attempt, and the whole place seemed to be immersed in the boundless night.
I don't know when, the dark clouds in the sky have blocked the bright moonlight, as if a storm is brewing.
Before the students had time to exclaim, the big screen in the background of the stage was dancing with a faint silver light. Soon, pictures were floating on the big screen like a playing album.
Everyone seemed to have taken a reassurance, staring blankly at the enlarged pictures with their eyes wide open.
Open your eyes wide and stare blankly at the enlarged pictures.
A shot of Hitomi Kaaba holding my shoulders in the hospital ward
One picture - the shot of Leng Yuge carrying me on his back and walking under the moonlight
A shot of Darius being slapped by me
One picture - a shot of Yan Yeyi with a blood-red face on the elevated platform next to the Ferris wheel
The real shots hit my eyelids one after another, and the light made my eyes hurt.
Like a cooled sculpture, I stared stiffly at the still-changing photos on the big screen, and the cells in my body began to tremble violently.
"Ah! What is this!"
"Bitch, you are so disgusting, ah! You can't do this."
"Aww, what a disgusting vixen"
"No! Our prince has been deceived by that bitch."
"Was she born from a chicken mother-in-law? How could this be possible?"
"Look at her, I can't stand it!"
When the classmates in the audience reacted, the big screen was still floating pictures of trampling on my self-esteem. The girls were heartbroken and crazy, and some even threw shoes, posters, and even stools at me.
I'm like a rat in a stinking ditch, standing on a huge stage and being scolded by angry faces.
Why? A question mark inflates in my heart like a hydrogen balloon, standing on a stage where thousands of people are being tortured
I resisted the turbulent waves in my eyes. Once again, my thin figure stood on this gorgeous stage, letting those dirty words break into my eardrums.