The Most Beautiful But The Hour Light - Chapter 42
Afternoon, 1:40.
The third floor of the school building, at the end of the hallway, in the girls’ toilet.
Qin Mengjie had just flushed and opened the cubicle door when she was startled by the three girls standing outside.
“What are you doing?”
She has a soft nature, never in the class, basically only with a few girls to play with Mu Xiwei, Zhao Beibei, Jiang Zhongling, Li Yan these few people, is always respectful and far away, as far as possible to avoid.
Which had thought, now these three appear together, blocked the way.
Seeing her scared face is a little white, Jiang Zhongling suddenly angry, wrinkled eyebrows and asked: “What’s your face? I’ve bullied you before, a pitiful look for who, bitchy or not?”
More than ten years of study, Qin Mengjie has never been scolded like this, not daring to fight back, flattening her mouth, tears came out all of a sudden.
“What are you crying for!”
Zhao Beibei pushed her heavily, “inviting you to mess with you?”
“You guys …… what the hell do you want?”
Bite the lower lip back, Qin Mengjie huffing and puffing to speak, the tone seems very panicked, “This is in the school, you will be found by the teacher, hurry up and get out of the way can, I want to go to class.”
“Yo~”
Li Yan grabbed her by the hair, “want to sue it?”
“No, no, no, you guys get out of the way, I promise not to tell the teacher.”
“Someone is coming ……”
Outside, suddenly came a shout.
Zhao Beibei did not delay, from the pocket out of a pregnancy test, fingers pinched in Qin Mengjie’s face fan, “just this thing, catch the evening study before giving me stuffed Jiang Yuan pocket, finished, there is nothing for you.”
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the situation, and Qin Mengjie’s eyes are wide open, a look of shock.
Zhao Beibei took something and patted her face, the voice contained a warning of a wicked sense of fun: “You do not put, catch tomorrow this thing will appear in your table hole, of course, and then there are not some other things, I do not dare to guarantee.”
Stunned at her, Qin Mengjie pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.
“Good boy.”
Seeing things stuffed into her pocket, Li Yan clasped her arms and laughed, spreading her hands, patting her shoulder in a good mood, and turned to leave.
Hearing the footsteps of several people disappearing in the hallway, Qin Mengjie’s legs were a little weak, one hand reached into her pocket and squeezed the object tightly.
She saw it clearly, it was a pregnancy test stick.
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After one section of language and one section of physics, it was time for English test practice.
In the class schedule of the ninth middle school, each day arranged eight classes, the last two sections are the same subject, because in the afternoon, read the students are not in good enough shape, general teachers will use these two classes to talk about the problem, Ouyang Yu also, with the first class of the test practice, talked about the after-school exercises.
The second class bell rang, he let the students study, he took the stool, sitting on the podium to prepare for the lesson.
The whole classroom, quiet and peaceful, occasionally a few flip book sound.
Jiang Yuan was studying for a new lesson.
She does not go home at noon, and there is no place to nap, at most after eating on the desk to squint for a while, the rest of the time, all used to deal with the homework assigned by the teachers of various subjects. English homework has long been done, and not good in this classroom to read other books, can only be used to prep.
On the side, Lu Chuan is not so much concern, in writing the last class of physics teacher assigned homework.
After the morning chemistry class, two people did not say a word. He went in and out several times also did not speak, Jiang Yuan saw him stand up will take the initiative to get up and give him the way. He is also spoiled out of nature, there is no interest in that hot face to stick to the cold ass, naturally, the two people started another cold war.
This is good, so as not to get angry ……
Jiang Yuan’s mood, barely considered calm.
“Jiang Yuan.”
On the lectern, Ouyang Yu suddenly called out.
Jiang Yuan stopped writing to look over.
Ouyang Yu pointed to the pile of English homework on her desk with his chin, “Hold the workbook over.”
“Oh.”
Nodding her head, Jiang Yuan got up in a hurry.
Standing by the table to sort out the workbooks, she gave to carry over and put them on the lectern, in order to avoid disturbing other people studying, spoke in a very soft voice: “The workbooks of the second group are still with the group leader, and there are several people in other groups who have not turned in.”
“Okay, got it.”
Nodding, Ouyang Yu casually opened the top one book and began to review it.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan then got off the podium and went back to his seat.
“Isn’t that so?”
“That doesn’t reveal half of it?”
“I’ll go.”
When she walked to her seat, there were several murmurs from the surroundings, interspersed with snickers.
“What’s all the noise?”
Ouyang Yu on the podium was startled, the movement of holding the pen gave a beat, wrinkled his eyebrows and asked.
A few students who were whispering suddenly stopped talking, and within two seconds, the noise started again, and someone whistled at Jiang Yuan, with a laugh in his voice, reminding, “Baozi, you dropped something from your pocket.”
Jiang Yuan was stunned and turned his head to look over.
—— off-topic — —
When I wrote this chapter, many people flashed through my mind.
The girl who robbed me of pocket money in preschool, the sixth grade sister who was insulted by various pointers because of early development in elementary school, the girl who was always pushed and bullied by boys in the last row of the classroom in middle school, the girl who was isolated by the class in high school because she didn’t like to talk …… I don’t know why, but many of the appalling school violence, the abusers and abused are mostly The means and words that have been exposed have been repeatedly refreshed and outrageous.
I’ve been reminiscing time and again about my student days, and it seems that every class I’ve ever been in has always had this kind of girl who was bullied or marginalized, and writing Yuan Yuan such a persona is a sudden inspiration, and now I’m starting to write it, and it hurts many times, and I hope that the girls who have been bullied on campus can exercise a strong heart, because many times, we can only rely on our fearless selves.
Mamma mia, let’s all cheer together!
