Mo Xinyu didn't feel that she had done anything wrong at all, she just looked at her and sneered, "Have you forgotten? This is what you taught me back then. You said that gossip is the most powerful weapon, and it can often create amazing things.
The effect. I just used what you taught me on you."
"Amazing effect? What do you mean?" An Jinran frowned.
Mo Xinyu smiled more and more unscrupulously, with a hint of hatred in her arrogance: "Of course I will kick you out of this school. Hum, as long as you are gone, then I will still have a chance."
A flash of heartache and disappointment flashed across An Jinran's face, "Do you really hate me so much? Is it just because I hid the fact that I met my senior?"
"Senior likes you. It doesn't matter at first, but I just can't stand your hypocritical face. Even though you have nothing to say, you still want to seduce the senior." The hatred on Mo Xinyu's face became more and more obvious, and it had reached the point where it could not be ignored.
No reservations and no disguises.
An Jinran frowned at the other party's groundless accusation: "Did you misunderstand something?" She and An Jingchen only met a few times in total, so why did she seduce him?
Mo Xinyu stared at her coldly and with obvious hostility and said: "I have seen everything. There is no misunderstanding at all. Fortunately, I treat you as a friend and tell you everything I care about. But what about you?
?But you treated me like a fool and lied to me all over the place, making me embarrassed in front of my seniors. You obviously know each other and are very familiar with me, but you lied to me that I was just an alumnus of the school. And the seniors you taught me last time
The method of confession not only failed to attract the senior's attention, but actually made him hate me even more. You clearly did it on purpose and deliberately wanted me to make a fool of myself in front of him." Mo Xinyu's originally sweet and delicate voice was filled with hysterical anger.
, and it sounds extremely sharp and harsh.
"I have never thought about it that way. You really misunderstood me." An Jinran frowned and tried hard to explain.
"Of course you won't admit it." Mo Xinyu continued to sneer, his face full of ridicule and contempt, but more importantly, disgust and hatred for her.
"What on earth do you need me to say so that you will believe it?" She really didn't, not again.
Mo Xinyu interrupted her coldly and said, "That's enough. Now that we've broken up, is it still that important whether you believe it or not?"
"It's very important to me." She doesn't like to be misunderstood by others. Even if that person is her enemy, she still needs to explain clearly to the other person.
"That's why I said you were hypocritical." Mo Xinyu curled her lips disdainfully.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
"That's right!" Mo Xinyu admitted without hesitation, not trying to hide it at all: "I have secretly liked the senior for two years. For him, I even asked my dad to buy a house opposite where he lived.
Apartment. I kept creating random encounters with him every day, just to make her remember me. But apart from knowing that I went to the same school as him, he couldn't even tell me which department I was in. It wasn't his memory.
It's not good, but he didn't bother to remember it at all. In the past two years, I have watched him reject one girl after another. Seeing him treat all girls equally, I told myself that there is still a chance.
Until you showed up, everything has changed since you showed up. Senior, he obviously treats you differently. I saw him waiting for someone near the platform several times, and his expression was particularly gentle when talking to you.
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An Jinran wanted to say, but what does this have to do with herself?
Even if the other person likes her, is it her fault?