My Sister is Fuji

Lin Hao looked at the students.

The students didn't want to speak out, but under pressure, a few girls spoke up, speaking in low voices.

"It is indeed drawn according to Xiao Hui."

"It has nothing to do with Su Mu."

"Qiuming liked Xiaohui very early on, and many people in the class knew about it. It may be that Xiaohui refused Qiuming's confession, which made Qiuming a little nervous."

"Fu Jiang's name seems to be made up by Qiuming no matter how you look at it."

When Xiaohui heard what they said, she looked at them with despair in her eyes. She didn't expect them to say such a thing.

Lin Hao looked at this poor and helpless girl, it seemed that she was not very popular in class.

Looking at the appearance, it is not ugly, but also a little cute, and it is not that kind of stupid deformity.

Did she do something wrong to be excluded like this.

Otherwise, Lin Hao couldn't figure out why they would target Xiaohui like this.

But from the looks of it, Xiaohui doesn't look like this kind of person.

Lin Hao withdrew his gaze and glanced at Su Mu. He had been observing Su Mu for a long time.I always feel that there is something hidden under his handsome appearance.

It seemed necessary to speak to these two men alone.

Lin Hao glanced at this group of students whose atmosphere was getting more and more strange. Are they all crazy? My sister has been staying with these people all the time.

I can't help but start to worry about my sister's growth.

The classmates watched Lin Hao go out with Su Mu and the others helplessly.The girls whispered, feeling a little guilty about whether they had said too much.

In fact, there is one thing they didn't say, that is, since Su Mu came, Qiuming became abnormal.

But no matter what, they will not reveal it.

"Su Mu should be fine, right?"

"It's just a few simple questions, how could something happen."

"makes sense."

The girls' conversation caused dissatisfaction among some boys.Su Mu is like a stuffy oil bottle, why is he so attractive to women.

Lin Jiayin looked in the direction of the door, thinking wildly with worry, her brother should not embarrass Su Mu.

……

The stairway next to the office, Lin Hao planned to ask them some questions here.

Seeing Xiao Hui with pale face and slightly trembling body.

Lin Hao didn't ask her directly about Fu Jiang, but asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Chen...Chen Hui." Xiaohui said nervously.

It seems to be a very timid girl.

Lin Hao thought about it, and continued to ask, asking a tricky question: "Have you ever been bullied at school?"

"..." Xiaohui didn't answer, and lowered her head in low self-esteem.

Well, maybe I shouldn't be asking this question myself.

Lin Hao asked a few more simple questions to set the stage, to confirm that Xiaohui had no major emotional problems, and finally asked, "Is it really you who Qiuming painted?"

Xiaohui's originally stable mood suddenly started to boil like water in a kettle, her face became extremely ugly, and she thought of something terrible.

"Xiaohui?"

"I-I don't know!"

Xiaohui bit her lip, "I don't know who he drew! He insisted that I was Fu Jiang! I, I don't know Fu Jiang at all!" Some words were incoherent.

"Tyumen likes you, right?"

"..." Xiaohui nodded with difficulty.

"I heard from them that there are quite a few people in the class who know it. Do you think Fu Jiang is a fictional character or does it really exist? Is it possible that you look more like her, or in certain behaviors and clothing."

"..." Xiaohui pursed her lips thoughtfully, and said after a while, "How could such a terrifying woman exist?"

Do you think she is fictional?

Lin Hao pinched his brows. Many people thought that Fu Jiang was a fictional character, just the crazy words mentioned by those crazy people. This is just an amazing coincidence, similar to something like an urban legend.

But Lin Hao felt that Fu Jiang existed, and he wanted to take a look at this terrible woman.

"When did Qiuming become abnormal? Do you have any memory?" Lin Hao asked.

Xiaohui's face became more and more ugly, and she said in a trembling voice: "No, I don't know. He is a little nervous."

"Nervous?" Lin Hao keenly grasped the key points in Xiaohui's words, "Where do you think he is neurotic?"

Xiaohui bit her lip, wanting to say that he is a pervert, a stalker!

That day, I followed her all the way to the downstairs of her house.I was so scared that I ran up immediately and ran back to my home.