Interaction rules for sick girls

While the teacher was asking other people, Weiwei leaned over and spoke into her ear.

"That's amazing, but do you really dare?"

She raised her phone and showed her some photos.

"The people in there are very good-looking. Do you want me to spread these photos?"

The girl's pupils constricted, as if she had seen something evil.

"You...this...devil!!!"

She murmured these words, feeling greatly traumatized.

"Thanks for the compliment."

The girl's insults became the other party's highest compliment.

The teacher walked in a bit irritated. After some operation, he didn't find anything valuable. But Fan Yan was his proud student. Looking at the girl standing there in despair, he thought for a while and finally sighed.

The group of people were gathered together and given a verbal education, telling them to respect teachers and care for classmates, and to get along well with classmates. This made them nod their heads repeatedly and admit their mistakes with a good attitude. The teacher was unwilling to give in, but had to let them go back.

He patted the girl's shoulder, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Fan Yanke, you better be careful. If you have any problems in the future, you must tell me. I, the teacher, will definitely help you deal with it."

The head teacher assured her with his thin baldness.

The girl returned to the classroom in a daze, with her head down and silent.

Only in primitive society will the strong prey on the weak, unequal systems emerge, and there will be violent rulers.

Campus violence completely destroys the democratic and harmonious system

A girl who usually played well with her came up to her. She took the opportunity to chat with Fan Yanke after class, "Did you know? Zhang Feier was harassed by a boy the day before yesterday."

"...How is she?"

"I don't know. It seems her mother came to pick her up from school. But it's not the first time she has encountered such a thing."

The hot water in Fan Yanke's hand suddenly became a little colder.

"She's pretty, but it's pretty miserable. Boys don't think they're good enough for her and don't dare to pursue her, and girls think they're not good enough for her so they try to exclude her." The other person suddenly lowered his voice, "That disgusting Long Heyi, whenever she saw Zhang Fei'er at school, she would scold her. I don't know how many times she beat her in private. The group and the space are full of rumors and slanderous words about her."

Fan Yanke's heart suddenly tightened. Zhang Feier usually didn't like to talk much, and his eyes were always cold, giving people a strange feeling. But now it seemed that the eyes were very much like a sheep before being slaughtered, allowing itself to be slaughtered without any ripples.

"It's a good thing my mother didn't give birth to me so beautiful, otherwise I would have to suffer so much." The other person suddenly started chewing candy, making a sound like a plastic bag.

Her heart skipped a beat and Fan Yanke smiled sadly.

Yes, beauty is the original sin...

Chapter 24: A Girl’s Monologue (Part 3)

Fan Yanke suddenly remembered a Western movie she had watched, called "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily". The heroine was also subjected to jealousy and attacks from all the women in the town because of her beauty. Later, they drove her out of her hometown, tore her skirt, smeared her face, and her body was covered in blood. She screamed in pain, but no man or woman was willing to help her.

Beauty is not a sin; it is the human heart that is sinful.

Perhaps, there is no reason for bullying. She just saw a video about Tangshan on the Internet. Nine boys beat up several girls. The scene was shocking. Their faces were swollen and their bodies were covered in blood. It is hard to imagine the pain and fear they endured during the few minutes of violence.

Someone made this comment

"You said girls shouldn't go out alone, but they were three girls together. You said girls shouldn't go to remote places with few people, but they were in a roadside restaurant. You said girls shouldn't wear revealing clothes, but they were wearing T-shirts and long pants. You said girls shouldn't get drunk, but they were just eating. So how can girls protect themselves?"

Such as knuckles in the throat.

It seems that beauty has lost its meaning, and being bullied has become a matter of course.

After that, Long Heyi and his group set their sights on Fan Yanke.

He asked someone to imitate her embarrassing movements in class more unscrupulously; he tripped her with his foot when handing out homework; he poured red ink on her chair, and when she sat down, her white skirt was covered with "menstrual blood"; after class, he secretly twisted her arm when passing by her, and then turned around and pretended not to know; he locked her in the toilet cubicle; he "accidentally" poured water on her while playing; he pushed her away or even slapped her on the head if she "blocked the way".

In order to avoid such things, Fan Yanke chose to skip classes frequently.

She once naively wanted to tell her teacher about this, but she immediately suppressed the idea.

Gu Xiaoyu's indecent photos are still in their hands.

They pushed Gu Xiaoyu into the toilet, ordered her to take off all her clothes, poured cold water on her, took pictures and giggled as if they had seen something funny.

Fan Yan didn't dare to act rashly. Gu Xiaoyu had already left, and she didn't want Gu Xiaoyu, who had already left, to be stigmatized.

Then what was the meaning of what she had done before?

She wiped the red ink on the stool once again and turned to look at the class. The classmates who used to have a good relationship with her tacitly looked away and did their own things.

No, Fan Yanke actually didn’t think that she regretted her decision to impulsively punch Long Heyi and his group last time.

She just wanted... wanted to prove something, to prove that there was someone in this class who could help Gu Xiaoyu.

Fan Yanke doesn't want to become those cold people in her class, as if they have no heart and live like a walking corpse.

She endured the intense pain and, having just been beaten, she managed to sit down by holding onto the wall. Her body was covered in dirty footprints and she could not go to the cafeteria.

"If you were a little softer, they wouldn't beat you."

She looked up and saw Zhang Feier from Class 4, who kindly helped her up. "I used to be like you. I always refused to give in, and they always picked on me."

She nonchalantly held a piece of fruit candy in her mouth, which tasted sour. "Later, I learned my lesson. When I saw them, I would lower my head and walk away. They never beat me again."

Fan Yanke carefully brushed the dust off her clothes and didn't answer for a long time. She continued to recite, "Long Heyi's family has a little money, so she's not easy to mess with. She's also in league with gangsters outside the school. But her father often beats her. Like father, like daughter." Zhang Fei'er's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"In the future, don't be so strong, otherwise you will get beaten often." Zhang Fei'er whispered in her ear.

"Being bullied, is it my fault?" Fan Yanke said softly, the breeze blowing through her hair, her face felt a little cold.

“Uh…” Zhang Feier didn’t quite understand this question. “Let’s just study hard now and ignore them. Everything will be fine after we graduate from high school and go to college.”

After all, she was targeted by Long Heyi, so Zhang Feier didn't dare to talk to her.

There was no more contact, and I hurried back to the classroom. The classroom during lunch break was so harmonious and peaceful, and the students were reviewing their lessons in an orderly manner. It seemed that what happened in the stairwell was not like that in this school.

"But, I'm only in the first year of high school... Do I have to spend another three years in this hell?" The girl murmured softly, choosing to remain silent.

Choosing not to eat lunch, the girl leaned against the window and stared blankly at the students outside who were all in the bright sunshine. She felt her throat tighten and she felt that she and several other people were shrouded in darkness and were suffocating.

However, this is just the beginning.

Simple verbal and physical violence are only the most basic forms of bullying. Soon, Fan Yanke's grades plummeted due to long-term harassment and bullying, causing the class teacher to talk to her from time to time and ask her the reason.

But the girl remained silent. She knew that she couldn't report this matter to the teacher. She wanted to preserve the last bit of innocence for Gu Xiaoyu.

As time went by, even the head teacher gradually gave up on her. At the same time, rumors began to circulate in the class, and bad rumors gradually spread.

Once, during a study session, a girl from another class rushed in, grabbed Fan Yanke by the collar and started to curse her, spitting on her as a lowly girl who stole someone else's boyfriend.

Fan Yanke didn't react at all, her mind was blank. Even after the people left, she was still buzzing. She had never done such a thing before. She turned her head and looked at the classmates around her. They all had that kind of deliberate look in their eyes, even if they concealed it well.

She knew that no one in this class believed in her anymore...

She had some impression of the person who rushed in and called her a mistress. He was one of the people who often followed Long Heyi to beat her up. She roughly guessed his intention.

Long Heyi in the corridor gave her a warm smile.

Her hands and feet were cold. Even though it was summer, the chill had chilled her heart to the core.

What is more cruel than killing someone is destroying their heart.

After that, all kinds of rumors began to fly. Some people said that she often stole other people's boyfriends, that she often skipped classes during the day to go to bars and nightclubs, and often went to play with different men.

Fan Yanke's reputation was completely ruined.

All of her former friends started to distance themselves from her. In fact, they knew that these things were fake, so what? But most people believed that they were true, so they could only follow the crowd, smile apologetically at the girl, and then form their own circles.

Fan Yanke suddenly remembered what Gu Xiaoyu had said.

"Don't go. I don't want you to be targeted."

She burst into tears.

Chapter 25: Absolutely Prohibited Events

Fan Yanke came out of the bathroom on the second floor, emitting some unpleasant smell. They put the trash can directly on her head and then went out laughing. Even though she had been cleaning for a long time, there were still some blemishes on her body.

At least the smell is unavoidable.

Should have skipped last class.

The girl bit her lip, somewhat unwillingly.

Returning to her seat, her deskmate moved away with some disgust. Her movement was small, but it still slightly hurt the girl's soft heart.

But I didn't care about it anymore and continued to do my own thing.

She has seen through the hearts of the students in the class.

However, the girl still frowned and had to find a way to deal with the smell on her body.

She was afraid that the boy would care about these things. This was one of the few times when she was stubborn.

A boy inexplicably broke into her world, catching her off guard and making her unsure of the distance between them.

She couldn't help but recall the smile after the rain that day. When she went home that night, her face secretly blushed in the quilt. Whenever she thought about it, she felt happy, as if the current situation became unimportant.

A girl's love may only last for a moment.

The boy was attentive and gentle. He knew how to take her feelings into consideration. He always carried cooling oil tissues with him and spoke in a humorous and witty manner. She always felt happy both physically and mentally when she was with him.

She hasn't had a good conversation with anyone for a long time...

But she really doesn't deserve him as he is.

She was in the quagmire and could only look up to him.

A man like him must be liked by many girls. After all, she heard a lot of gossip about him in the bookstore, so she and he could only be friends in the end.

She didn't want to drag him into this, just as Yu Gu Xiaoyu didn't want to involve her.

If possible, she wanted to be good friends with him forever, to chat, to skip classes together, and to play together.

The boy's presence made her involuntarily recall her previous normal life.

Maybe, I can ask him out for a date on Saturday or Sunday.

The girl began to fantasize about her future life.

Just being a friend girl is enough.

In that case, this hellish campus life would not be unbearable.

Just three years...that's all.

So, she had to clean up the smell on her body quickly. The things on her clothes and hair had already been cleaned, and only the smell was a bit troublesome.

She didn't want the boy to find out anything, if he knew her current situation.

Maybe I will stay away from her like my classmates...

She also didn't want the boy to look at her with pity. If that happened, the girl's little self-esteem would be shattered.

So...you must absolutely, ...

The girl gave a dark expression.

It's nice to keep it like this, isn't it?

The two of them chatted happily like friends. He even asked her to have lunch with him at noon. He hadn't returned the gift of buns he had given her in the morning. Maybe he should prepare some small gifts to express his gratitude...

After all, she received a lot of care from the other party.

Thinking about the upcoming noon, the girl smiled with anticipation.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, I don’t feel it is dazzling, but rather gentle.

She looked through the drawer and found that there was nothing strange inside. It seemed that the other party did not do anything tricky during the break in the last class. This made her breathe a sigh of relief, and the burden on her seemed to be lighter.

〔Excuse me, can I borrow your perfume?〕

Fan Yanke plucked up the courage to shamelessly borrow something from a friend with whom she used to have a good relationship. She wrote in her beautiful handwriting on a piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the teacher when he wasn't paying attention.

She waited for a while with a troubled mood, and she was not sure whether the other party would lend her the money.