On the first day after the sports meeting, the news about the accident at the award ceremony spread throughout the school. People in every class were discussing who the people in the video were, and how the video was posted.
Who put it there? Each class has its own explanation. The name Miao Yanru has spread like crazy in the school. Almost everyone knows the name Miao Yanru. Those who have seen her and those who have not.
, have heard of it all.
Miao Jian walked all the way to school in the morning with her schoolbag on her shoulder. She happened to pass by a group of people on the way. The group of people were having a heated discussion about yesterday's sports meeting. There were also a few students in the group wearing uniforms from other schools. It looked like they were
In other schools, this matter will probably spread to other schools soon.
Miao Jian walked past them, and a girl was chirping.
"Many of them said that the girl in the video seems to be Miao Yanru from our school!" She stared as she said something very rare.
"No, I heard some people say it's not her." Another girl interrupted.
"A lot of people are saying it, and I'm not the only one who said it. If you don't believe it, you can ask them!" The girl's words were questioned and she was a little dissatisfied.
The boy who was walking behind and wearing the uniform of another school quickly walked forward and asked: "The oldest people in your school are no more than 20 years old, right?"
"Yeah, I don't know. Anyway, he's about the age of an average high school student."
"Most of them are underage."
The boy nodded: "Doing that kind of thing when you are underage, wouldn't it be too..." He didn't say the second half of the sentence and was interrupted.
"No matter what age you are doing something like that, it is a shame to be released and seen by many people!" The girl who spoke first interrupted unceremoniously.
"Yeah..." Another girl agreed, then fell into deep thought.
"Who would do such a thing? How can a girl meet people in the future if her reputation is gone?" the girl continued, frowning.
"If someone would do something like this, it must be because she has bad character and has offended people she shouldn't have!" the girl said forcefully.
The gentler girl retorted in a thin voice: "No matter how bad she is, she shouldn't be treated like this."
"This..." The girl was speechless, and everyone was silent.
Miao Jian walked behind them and was very confused when listening to their discussion. Who did Miao Yanru offend to do such a thing to deal with her?
What's more, there is Deng Ou on the video. Deng Ou is the most favored son of the Deng family. He doesn't necessarily have a good temper. If he dares to post the video like this, he will not be afraid of offending Miao Yanru, but he will offend Deng Ou.
, it’s not a simple matter.
Miao Jian thought about it all the way, but couldn't figure out who it was. It seemed that everyone who hated Miao Yanru was suspected, but there were so many people who hated Miao Yanru, who could guess which one it was?
Deng family.
Deng Ou was in the office, slumped on the sofa with his feet on the other end of the sofa. He was eating snacks and looking at his mobile phone.
He scrolled through them one by one, and his message went viral this morning. Many people were sending messages asking him, was he the person in the video?
Deng Ou clicked on them one by one, and every video sent to him was the same. It was a video of him and Miao Yanru having sex in the VIP lounge of the school.
Deng Ou paused in the air with the snack he was about to put into his mouth. He put his legs down from the sofa. He sat upright and looked at his phone. The relaxed and happy expression on his face gradually solidified.
He looked at the people in the video, with their bare backs exposed in front of him, pushing them one after another, and the most primitive animal nature of human beings was displayed in front of him in such a straightforward and abrupt way.
Watching the identical videos one after another, he suddenly became very angry. He threw his phone to the ground with great force, and the screen of the phone shattered into a spider web with a bang.
He didn't seem to be relieved, so he kicked the table hard. The table was affected by gravity and turned sideways in the office, making a crashing sound.
The assistant heard the sound outside the door and hurriedly pushed the door open. What he saw was Deng Ou's angry and forbearing face, with bloodshot eyes. He stared at the assistant who suddenly pushed the door open.
The assistant asked carefully and slightly panicked: "Mr. Deng, what happened?"
Deng Ou looked at him as if his most private secret had been discovered. He became angry and shouted at his assistant: "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The assistant seemed to have received an order, and hurriedly backed away in fear, and carefully closed the door.
As soon as he retreated outside the door, a group of people gathered around him and asked questions one by one.
"Why is he so angry?"
"I heard him throwing something. It was quite loud."
"Who provoked him again?"
"It seems that the anger is quite strong this time. Isn't it particularly fierce?"
The assistant shook his head, pushed the crowd away and moved forward: "Don't ask, don't even ask! Just do your own thing." He returned to his working position and continued to work as usual.
A group of people didn't get the answers they wanted, so they dispersed angrily.
After a while, the door of Deng Ou's office opened a crack. Deng Ou stuck his head out and said coldly: "Come in."
"??"
Just two words, a group of people outside the office looked left and right, and finally their eyes fell on the assistant.
The assistant closed the computer, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the office door with everyone's worried looks on their faces.
"Mr. Deng, what do you want from me?" the assistant asked nervously, standing at the door and not daring to take another step.
"Come here and take a look at this." Deng Ou sat in front of the computer, turned the computer screen, and motioned for him to come over and take a look.
It is a video that has not been clicked.
The assistant clicked on the video tremblingly, and the picture inside appeared in front of him. He broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to look directly at the video picture.
There was no sound in the video, and Deng Ou turned off the sound in advance, so it wasn't that exciting for him.
The assistant's heart was in his throat. He swallowed his saliva and looked up at Deng Ou without finishing the video. The scene in the video reappeared in front of his eyes. Deng Ou's face gradually blurred in front of his eyes. He
I blinked, and there was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead.
"...What does Mr. Deng want me to do?"
Deng Ou looked at him, his cold and sharp eyes seeming to penetrate his heart: "Find the person who shot this video." There was a fierce look in his eyes.
The assistant was startled, swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and said nothing.
"I've sent you the video, and I've also sent you the relevant information. Find it out as soon as possible, and go down." Deng Ou took the computer over, turned his chair and turned his back to the assistant to do other things.
The assistant touched the mobile phone in his pocket, looked at Deng Ou's back, and said in a weak voice: "Okay, Mr. Deng."