Miao Yanru did not come to school. She hid on the bed at home and covered her head with a quilt, not daring to let any light out.
All that came to mind was that scene. She scratched her hair hard and couldn't help crying.
"Yanru, are you feeling uncomfortable with the cold? Why did I hear you crying?" Miao's mother knocked on the door. She had just walked upstairs. She originally planned to order some ginger soup for Miao Yanru to drink, but as soon as she walked up
I heard faint crying from the door.
Miao Yanru covered her face with the quilt and wiped away her tears. She cleared her throat and restored her original voice. She squinted her eyes and stuck her head out and shouted: "Mom, I'm fine, I just feel sick from a cold."
Miao's mother was listening outside, and her heart ached. Miao Yanru had never asked for leave before. She used to go to school even if she had a fever. She must have been feeling very uncomfortable today, so she had no choice but to ask for leave. She asked for leave again.
Knocked on the door: "I made some ginger soup for you. It's good for your cold. Open the door and I'll bring it in. You can drink some. It will make you feel better."
"No, mom, I'm fine. There's no need to make any ginger soup. Just worry about it." Miao Yanru said with red eyes, but she still didn't want to open her eyes.
After several attempts to resist, Miao Yanru was still unwilling to open the door. Miao's mother had no choice but to give the ginger soup to the servant, and wait for Miao Yanru to open the door before heating it for her to drink.
There was finally no sound outside the door, and Miao Yanru continued to cover her head with the quilt. She began to think about who did it.
She suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up. Her slightly swollen and red eyes were blinded by the strong light.
She couldn't sit still and wait for death, she wanted to find out who was behind it.
Miao Jian was in class. She listened to the discussion in the class becoming more and more intense. They were roughly divided into two groups. One group believed in Miao Yanru, and the other group did not believe her and thought Miao Yanru was a bitch.
The two groups were so angry that they went back to their seats to listen to the class quietly.
Miao Jian just watched these people making trouble without saying a word. She was just an outsider. Miao Yanru had done many bad things. Before she could take revenge, someone had already taken the lead to deal with her. In this case, then she
Just watch this scene carefully.
Cheng Ran, like Miao Jian, slept on the table, and no one dared to disturb her. In fact, she did not really fall asleep. Like Miao Jian, she was also listening to the discussions of these people, as the messenger behind this incident.
, she can actually watch the show like a bystander, which is another kind of fun.
It was quiet in class, but it was noisy after class. People in the class argued like this for two classes. By the third class, Zhang Hang, who had just returned to his seat, was thinking about how to fight after class.
How can you convince others of your position?
His mind was racing so fast that he didn't even notice the teacher entering the classroom.
When the teacher started teaching and asked the students to turn to a certain number of pages, he came back to his senses, opened the book and prepared to listen to the class.
The teacher had not been talking for a few minutes when Miao Yanru appeared at the door of the classroom.
"Report!" She carried her schoolbag and made a reporting gesture.
Her sudden report startled the teacher who was concentrating on the lecture. The male teacher pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced at Miao Yanru with his old eyes blurred. "Come in." He seemed to have a lump in his throat.
There is thick phlegm and the voice sounds particularly old.
The students all looked at Miao Yanru who was standing at the door. There was more surprise in their complex eyes.
"Didn't she take leave and say she had a cold and couldn't come to class? Why is she here again?" The girl sitting by the window in the second row in front lowered her head and whispered to her deskmate next to her, while looking at Miao Yanru who was returning to her seat.
"The devil knows." The deskmate muttered and glanced at Miao Yanru.
"Maybe he has a guilty conscience."
"How to say?"
"Think about it, that happened yesterday, and she happened to not come to class today. Everyone would find it strange. She must have felt guilty, otherwise why would she have taken leave and come to school again?" The girl said from time to time.
Looking at Miao Yanru, she listened to the teacher's lecture with one ear and turned the book to the next page.
Miao Yanru sat in her seat and opened the book calmly. Her expression was the same as usual, with no abnormality at all.
Zhang Hang stared at her face and refused to turn away. Miao Yanru turned her head and asked curiously: "Is there something on my face?"
"No, no, no..." He turned his eyes hurriedly and looked at the words written by the teacher on the blackboard uneasily.
The teacher was still teaching diligently, but the hearts of the students in the class had already flown elsewhere from the moment Miao Yanru came in, and few of them were paying attention to the class.
Miao Jian watched Miao Yanru come in from the door, keeping his eyes on her.
When she came to school at this time, even if she brought a full explanation, how could she defeat the rumors? What's more, she didn't have a full explanation.
Miao Jian held the table with her hands and looked at the podium with her face on her hands. She looked at Miao Yanru sitting in front. When she sat down, the people in the first few rows looked at her frequently.
Cheng Ran lay on the table without raising her head. She knew that Miao Yanru had come to the classroom. She could tell just by the sound. So what if she came? Things had already happened. Could it be that she could still make things turn around?
Cheng Ran lay down under the table and snorted coldly. Since the protagonist was already here, she didn't need to listen to these people's discussion anymore. She was afraid that she would be disgusted and want to vomit after watching the scene of Bai Lianhua. She moved
body, put your face in your arms, really close your eyes and start to sleep.
Miao Jian was reluctant to take notes, feeling a little lonely. Wu Yuanshu hadn't come to school for two days, and she didn't know what happened. When I asked her, she refused to tell. Miao Jian sighed and shook her head.
Get rid of these worries for the time being.
This class passed quickly. The class was noisy at first, but now it was quiet. No one in the class mentioned a word about the topics discussed in the previous class, and the atmosphere was very strange.
Some girls were concerned about Miao Yanru's physical condition, so they gathered around to ask.
Miao Yanru smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine. I just felt a little uncomfortable in the morning. Now that I'm fine, I'll come to class."
The girl agreed perfunctorily, and then asked: "Do you know what happened at school yesterday?"
As soon as the girl said this, everyone who was not far away turned their heads and looked this way.
"What happened?" Miao Yanru asked knowingly.
"That video in the award ceremony hall..." the girl said unspeakably.
"Oh, then I know who did it?" Miao Yanru asked curiously.
"I don't know," the girl shook her head, "Do you know who is in that video?"
Miao Yanru shook her head in confusion, "I don't know, if such a thing is put on top, where will other people's faces be put..." As she said this, she frowned as a bystander.