The group seemed unable to connect her to the girl in the photo.
Although Mo Jiu was well-known in school, she acted neatly and cleanly. Although she did not have a good relationship with girls, she had a good reputation among boys.
Coupled with her innocent and beautiful face, her poor background but her stubbornness that never gives up on herself, boys have already regarded her as a goddess in their hearts.
However, this happened to their goddess...
Mo Jiu ignored the gazes around him and walked to the bulletin board through the path revealed by the crowd.
On the bulletin board, several photos were posted.
When she entered the ace gate dressed alluringly, when she greeted Lin Ruo's colleague in a familiar manner, when she entered room 3003, there was actually a picture of her actively kissing the man last night!
A few photos vividly distorted the facts of yesterday.
Mo Jiu clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
She calmly stepped forward and pulled the photo off with all her strength, but the photo was actually stuck on top with glue and she had to pull it off bit by bit!
Her face is calm, and only people who know her well can notice that her fingers are trembling slightly, which shows that she is extremely angry!
The angrier you are, the calmer you are.
Mojiu took pictures little by little.
"Bah! Why are you pretending to be noble?"
In the crowd, I don't know who started.
"Tsk, tsk, if this happens to me, my dad will definitely beat me to death! It's so shameless!"
"What do you know? I don't have a father or a mother, so I live a free life!"
"Even if you cut out all the photos, it won't change the established facts!"
"So dirty!"
Mo Jiu's hand finally stopped.
She straightened her back, and with this movement, the comments around her disappeared immediately. After all, no one dared to anger her fist.
Mo Jiu took a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed.
Yes, even if you tear off the photo, can you deny what happened yesterday?
She is indeed dirty.
Anyway, she has no father or mother, no one cares about her, and no one will be angry or sad for her. Does she need to be hard on herself?
Smiling heartlessly, she no longer struggled with the photos. She threw the scraps in her hands into the trash can and walked toward the classroom, ignoring the pointing fingers behind her.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to loneliness.
After missing a whole morning of class, she needed to make up for it during her lunch break.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him: "Mojiu!"
The clear and gentle voice is like the spring wind, making people feel extremely comfortable.
The moment this sound came out, the tip of Mojiu's nose felt sore and his eyes hurt.
Turning around, Han Chaoyang stood there. He was as warm as sunshine. He was once the only ray of sunshine that could shine into Mo Jiu's heart.
But at this moment, this sunshine's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.
He had his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was also wearing a school uniform. His clothes were so clean and gentle, so pleasing to the eye.
But now, this gentleness no longer belongs to me.
Mo Jiu smiled uglier than crying, "Is something wrong?"
The tone is distant and cold.
Han Chaoyang walked over step by step, his slender body was like a beautiful boy from an anime. When he came to Mo Jiu, he suddenly reached out and held her shoulders, and said emotionally: "Mo Jiu, tell me, those are all fake.
As long as you say it, I will believe it."
As long as you say it, I will believe it.
Mo Jiu's eyes blurred, and he suddenly remembered the first words Han Chaoyang had ever said to him. This group of people seemed unable to connect her with the girl in the photo.
Although Mo Jiu was well-known in school, she acted neatly and cleanly. Although she did not have a good relationship with girls, she had a good reputation among boys.
Coupled with her innocent and beautiful face, her poor background but her stubbornness that never gives up on herself, boys have already regarded her as a goddess in their hearts.
However, this happened to their goddess...
Mo Jiu ignored the gazes around him and walked to the bulletin board through the path revealed by the crowd.
On the bulletin board, several photos were posted.
When she entered the ace gate dressed alluringly, when she greeted Lin Ruo's colleague in a familiar manner, when she entered room 3003, there was actually a picture of her actively kissing the man last night!
A few photos vividly distorted the facts of yesterday.
Mo Jiu clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
She calmly stepped forward and pulled the photo off with all her strength, but the photo was actually stuck on top with glue and she had to pull it off bit by bit!
Her face is calm, and only people who know her well can notice that her fingers are trembling slightly, which shows that she is extremely angry!
The angrier you are, the calmer you are.
Mojiu took pictures little by little.
"Bah! Why are you pretending to be noble?"
In the crowd, I don't know who started.
"Tsk, tsk, if this happens to me, my dad will definitely beat me to death! It's so shameless!"
"What do you know? I don't have a father or a mother, so I live a free life!"
"Even if you cut out all the photos, it won't change the established facts!"
"So dirty!"
Mo Jiu's hand finally stopped.
She straightened her back, and with this movement, the comments around her disappeared immediately. After all, no one dared to anger her fist.
Mo Jiu took a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed.
Yes, even if you tear off the photo, can you deny what happened yesterday?
She is indeed dirty.
Anyway, she has no father or mother, no one cares about her, and no one will be angry or sad for her. Does she need to be hard on herself?
Smiling heartlessly, she no longer struggled with the photos. She threw the scraps in her hands into the trash can and walked toward the classroom, ignoring the pointing fingers behind her.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to loneliness.
After missing a whole morning of class, she needed to make up for it during her lunch break.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him: "Mojiu!"
The clear and gentle voice is like the spring wind, making people feel extremely comfortable.
The moment this sound came out, the tip of Mojiu's nose felt sore and his eyes hurt.
Turning around, Han Chaoyang stood there. He was as warm as sunshine. He was once the only ray of sunshine that could shine into Mo Jiu's heart.
But at this moment, this sunshine's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.
He had his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was also wearing a school uniform. His clothes were so clean and gentle, so pleasing to the eye.
But now, this gentleness no longer belongs to me.
Mo Jiu smiled uglier than crying, "Is something wrong?"
The tone is distant and cold.
Han Chaoyang walked over step by step, his slender body was like a beautiful boy from an anime. When he came to Mo Jiu, he suddenly reached out and held her shoulders, and said emotionally: "Mo Jiu, tell me, those are all fake.
As long as you say it, I will believe it."
As long as you say it, I will believe it.
Mo Jiu's eyes blurred, and he suddenly remembered the first words Han Chaoyang had ever said to him.
