The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The homeroom teacher was the first to notice the situation.

Because she suddenly realized.

Shen Jia's parent turned out to be such a young man.

She had met Shen Jia's parents, so she was somewhat surprised.

He came up and called out to Lu Yuan, asking about the general situation.

"Are you Shen Jia's parent?"

"Yes, it's her cousin..."

Lu Yuan obviously couldn't leave his homeroom teacher alone, so he had to respond.

The road ahead is long, and I got entangled with the homeroom teacher.

The situation on the other side is clearly not so good.

...

"Your cousin?"

Shang Qingya didn't shout or make a fuss; she simply murmured those three words to herself.

His head tilted to the left.

A fighting spirit instantly flashed in his eyes.

This sudden change in state startled Shen Jia, who quietly took two steps back.

Looking up at the distance, I regained my composure.

I came prepared, why should I be afraid of you?

"If I called him, is he not my cousin, then is he your cousin?"

Shen Jia stood with his hands on his hips, a hint of smugness on his face.

What she wanted was to gain that sense of superiority and victory in front of Shang Qingya.

Aren't you supposed to be impervious to reason and indifferent to everything?

Now let's see if you care.

"Shen Jia, do you think I should cry out loud and demand to know why you're targeting me?"

Shang Qingya remained standing there, head tilted to the side, expressionless.

Outsiders couldn't discern the slightest emotion on her face.

What she described was, of course, one of the scenes that Shen Jia most wanted to see.

She even had her answer planned out:

"I won't tell you even if you ask me."

"I wouldn't ask that, because it's a stupid question."

Shang Qingya deftly pulled out her phone and opened a photo album on a certain QQ app, where there was a locked collection of photos.

There's nothing special about using this software; it's basically like a free cloud storage service.

Other services require memberships, which she can't afford.

"This contains a lot of footage that I secretly filmed, including him secretly smoking in the bathroom, plotting bullying with others, and drinking..."

She remained expressionless and spoke very quietly:

"I have your mother's—no, your stepmother's—contact information. It will appear on her phone in two minutes."

"You prepared all this all along?" Shen Jia froze on the spot, then let out a sharp voice:

"What gives you the right to do this?"

"I already told you, don't ask that kind of question, it's stupid."

Shang Qingya opened her phone and began to act, her eyes filled with determination.

She said, "Do you know why I ignored you just now? Because happy people avoid each other, and I'm quite happy, so I didn't want to talk to you."

"Name your price, and I'll delete those things from your phone."

Shen Jia's rebellion is completely different from the rebellion caused by excessive pampering.

Rebellion born of excessive pampering is lawlessness caused by overindulgence.

But Shen Jia's rebellion is completely different.

Lu Yuan had already said that in the movie theater.

In essence, her rebelliousness is more like an imitation of "the squeaky wheel gets the grease," which is essentially a way to gain attention.

These things, if they reach her parents, could easily destroy their fragile relationship.

"I won't delete it, because you ruined the happiness I finally achieved."

Shang Qingya shook her head.

If the happy ones give way, what about the unhappy ones?

Let's launch a fierce attack.

"I had prepared these things a long time ago, but I didn't send them out even though I'm about to graduate, because I think people should at least have a bottom line."

As Shang Qingya spoke, word by word, an invisible aura gathered behind her.

It's like they're going to fight to the death.

She didn't even bother with any unnecessary arguments; she just started unleashing her skills.

Even in the last rumor-mongering incident, she only went to the head of the teaching department.

She never mentioned those photos.

"Shen Jia, as our history teacher once said, the only happiness the poor have left is the little bit of rice in their bowls. If you take away their rice, they will revolt."

"Shang Qingya, I think we can talk again."

Shen Jia is still trying to salvage the situation.

Her attempt to save them was clearly futile.

But some people's efforts to save the day were helpful.

"Don't send the photos yet."

His voice arrived before the people on the road.

He finally arrived at the battlefield after being pestered by his homeroom teacher.

He walked up to Shang Qingya, his back to Shen Jia.

The two people looked at each other.

"Give me these photos, but don't send them to her family yet."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya glanced at Lu Yuan silently.

They obeyed almost unconditionally, without even asking why.

"I have important business to attend to with her; the ceremony is about to begin. I'll explain to you later."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya nodded and put her phone away.

He left quietly, all by himself.

He didn't say much.

...

A person's psychological defenses are often supported by a specific thing.

So once it collapses, everything collapses.

As Shang Qingya sat alone on a bench in the sports field, she listened to the chatter of the parents and her own children around her, as well as some whispers surrounding her.

She was somewhat speechless.

Although she believed that Lu Yuan did indeed have important things to do.

But sometimes emotions are irrational.

The small argument between the three of them just happened in full view of everyone, coupled with the rumors that Shen Jia had spread in the class.

So it's not hard for the students to guess that this is a scene of stealing a boyfriend.

It's clear that Shen Jia won.

The facts are right in front of us.

This leads to many parents asking questions like, "Why didn't the little girl's parents come?" and "What were those three people arguing about?"

The students then began to offer their own assumptions and explanations.

Now the people around them were looking at them strangely.

It was as if a vacuum had appeared around Shang Qingya.

She was all alone inside; everything around her was irrelevant to her.

She didn't listen to the principal's speech on stage.

She ignored the chaotic noises around her.

But she looked up and glanced at Lu Yuan and Shen Jia, who were sitting side by side.

She simply couldn't help but watch this.

An indescribable bitterness lingered in my heart.

In this situation, anyone would subconsciously blame the other.

So she quietly told herself, "You can't blame him; he has his own life."

But Lu Yuan has his own life.

Then who else can she rely on?

There's a feeling called betrayal.

This doesn't necessarily happen after a real act of betrayal has occurred.

For example, your girlfriend, whom you believe will always be on your side, might side with her family or best friend during an argument.

Logically speaking, this makes sense, since they are family or close friends.

However, you will inevitably feel a pang of sadness.

Because you firmly believe that she will always be on your side.

The moment this sense of "betrayal" arises.

You will feel an endless loneliness wash over you.

This is spiritual loneliness.

Shang Qingya closed her eyes and stopped looking, sitting alone on the back of the chair.

She waited anxiously for this coming-of-age ceremony, which was destined to have nothing to do with her, to end.

Many parents are asking teachers about their children's recent performance, and if they receive positive feedback, they will naturally encourage their children.

Even if some students don't perform well, they will still receive gifts prepared in advance by their parents, as this is a necessary part of the coming-of-age ceremony.

Some people were loudly discussing where they were going to have fun during the afternoon holiday.

None of this concerns her.

Nobody noticed her.

No one cares whether she tries hard or not.

So what she was thinking was, "This damn ceremony just needs to end already."

If it weren't for the fact that an outstanding student was going to give a speech later and needed her, she would have wanted to sneak away.

She wanted to go home early.

wrong.

Is that really my home?