Gao Leng Xueba lures Xiao Nuanmeng

Chapter 39 There's a Guardian Angel Behind It

Cheng Moqiong's mind went blank. She didn't know how she returned the phone to He Xin, when Huang Ping walked away, or how the people around her were discussing the content on the post bar.

When the class bell rang, Cheng Moqiong habitually reached into her pocket and took out her mobile phone, but the flat pocket was empty, just like her heart.

Cheng Zhuoqiong smiled wryly, heh, there is no need to give him a morning-call anymore.

These few days Cheng Moqiong was sitting in the classroom, and people from other classes often came running over, standing in the corridor like watching a monkey, and pointing at her.Cheng Haoqiong had no choice but to wear earphones, as if he couldn't hear other people's sarcastic remarks.

Cheng Haoqiong was in a low mood, and the fever never went away.

This week is a single week, and Wednesday night is another good day to meet the senior male god.It's just that Cheng Zhuqiong couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

Before coming to the office of the Youth League Committee, Liang Yuzhao guessed whether Cheng Moqiong would be on duty.Every time we meet, the lively little loli always has a big smile on her face, but now she is so quiet that it makes people feel distressed. Presumably this incident is really a big blow to her.

Seeing Cheng Moqiong's pale face and depressed mood, Liang Yuzhao couldn't help but said, "Why don't you go back to the dormitory to rest first?"

"No, I'm fine." Cheng Moqiong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a forced smile.

"Whatever you want." Liang Yuzhao was suddenly a little unaccustomed to being so indifferent to him, so he walked ahead with long legs without saying a word.

Cheng Moqiong walked a little slowly, and fell at the end of the group. Huang Rongju deliberately slowed down, and when she came to her side, he asked with concern: "Cheng Moqiong, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Cheng Moqiong raised his head and saw Huang Rongju, and said calmly.This person is not very familiar.

"But you look so bad." Huang Rongju was not wrong for the alienation in Cheng Moqiong's eyes, but he knew that for Cheng Moqiong, no matter whether this matter was true or not, she was also a victim.

There is more to worry about than sympathy.Like herself, she is only 16 years old at most, how can she suffer so much?

"Try to have a fever for a few days and haven't eaten anything. Will your complexion look better?" Cheng Moqiong felt that the worry on his face was sincere.So although the tone was not very good, he gave him an explanation anyway.

"You didn't go to the doctor?"

"I went. But if the fever doesn't subside, there's nothing I can do." Cheng Moqiong remembered that he was bleeding profusely after the injection that day, and never wanted to go to the hospital again.

The two slowly followed behind them. Huang Rongju was silent for a while, organized his words in his mind, and said, "Don't pay attention to other people's gossip, people who understand you will support you."

Huang Rongju's tone was very flat, but it stirred up waves in Cheng Zhuqiong's heart.In the past few days, except for He Xin who silently accompanied her, no one said to support her.

In the vast world, there is no safe haven that you can rely on.

In the vast sea of ​​people, only myself bears all the wind and rain alone.

How many times, she asked, the world is so big, why is she alone?The blowing wind did not answer her.The tears shed did not tell her.

Now he says that those who understand you will support you.Who understands himself?Who supports themselves?

Probably it was the master who accompanied her to wait for the despair that night, and it was probably the greeting from a stranger in front of her that made her feel that there is still a trace of inadvertent tenderness in this cruel world.

Cheng Moqiong smiled from the bottom of her heart again, pretending not to care and said, "If I were really the heroine that night, I would definitely freeze to death from these strange eyes and drown in their saliva."

"It's a good thing you can still laugh." Seeing Cheng Moqiong's attitude change so quickly, Huang Rongju couldn't understand how she could relax her mind so much.

"I cry, will those people cry?"

"No." Huang Rongju shook his head and replied seriously.

"Then why don't I laugh!"

……

Although Liang Yuzhao walked in front, he still heard the conversation between the two of them clearly.He felt that apart from Cheng Moqiong's liar, which was a bit annoying, she still had other advantages that could not be concealed, optimism.

People who are always optimistic can often quickly find the beacon of hope.

That day, when Huang Ping shared the news about the Post Bar, Zhen Ping found a few articles in the Post Bar with the title "Saturday Night Motorcycles Violated Overseas Chinese High School Girl". .

Zhen Ping did not expect that not only the entire Huaqiao High School, but also the entire Luocheng would misunderstand Cheng Moqiong because of her one joke.After staying at school for a few days with anxiety, Zhen Ping finally couldn't help asking for leave to go home.

As soon as she got home, Zhen Ping couldn't wait to run to the study and asked Zhen Hao, "Father, can you tell me the name of the girl on Saturday night?"

Zhen Hao looked away from the newspaper, looked at Zhen Ping, and said seriously: "No."

"A girl in our class was somehow considered the victim that night. I want to clarify for her." Zhen Ping saw Zhen Hao's poker face, and secretly complained, this old man is playing me again!

"Oh?" He knew that his daughter was not a nosy person, so she must be hiding something.

"I...well, actually, part of it is because of me." Zhen Ping told Zhen Hao the whole story.

"You stinky girl!" Zhen Hao raised his fist and smashed it on Zhen Ping's head, his loud voice echoed in the room, "You are so frizzy, when will you change it?"

Zhen Ping covered her "tortured" forehead and muttered, "I'm not used to you."

"Who is used to you?"

Seeing that the "old man" was arrogant again, Zhen Ping had no choice but to temporarily succumb to her father's "pretentious power", hugged Zhen Hao's arm and said coquettishly, "What should I do, Dad, can you help me? Otherwise, my conscience I'm sorry."

"You girl, you actually told me about your conscience? Where did you get your conscience?" Seeing his daughter acting like a spoiled child to him again, Zhen Hao showed a complacent expression, but his mouth was still deliberate.

"This point, I'm with you."

Seeing her father's expression, Zhen Ping knew that he had promised her.Although Zhen Hao, a [-]-year-old girl, dotes on Zhen Ping very much, but he has never been unambiguous about some issues of principle.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hasn't acted like a baby to him for a long time, and now he feels that he is still a "little padded jacket", he wouldn't agree to himself so quickly.

The next day, a message was posted on the official microblog of the Luocheng Public Security Bureau: Recently, a female student surnamed Zheng was robbed and assaulted by a motorcycle driver while she was riding a motorcycle at night.We appeal to all women not to ride motorcycles alone at night, but to travel accompanied by others or choose other means of transportation.

There are not many people who play Weibo, but at any rate, it has eliminated a little influence.The post about this incident on Tieba was deleted at some point without leaving any traces.It seemed that this matter could no longer be related to Cheng Moqiong.

It's just that what people discuss is only the matter itself, and they don't pay attention to who the subject is.The reality is, in many people's minds, there was once a person who was raped by a motorcycle at night, and that person seemed to be the president of the student branch in the first year of high school.

Every topic has a shelf life.After a period of time, with the birth of new topics, the discussion on this matter gradually cooled down.

Many things seem to have come to an end temporarily, but they are often just planted as an untimely bomb, waiting for an instant eruption on a certain day in the future.

The school sports meeting is coming soon, and all the students in the school are full of expectations.Because, the day before the school sports meeting is the annual garden party.

(End of this chapter)