It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

She sat down quietly. There was no desk in the dormitory, and she didn't bring any work stuff with her. She could only check her phone and ask Dongyang on WeChat if he had eaten breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, she herself hadn't eaten. She didn't feel hungry when she got up, but now she was a little hungry.

She looked at Song Zhifei curled up in the quilt, and couldn't help but imagine her situation in the early morning.

It must be scary, right?

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In the evening, the students returned to school for self-study. Tong Yao was collecting mobile phones on the podium, and this time, Song Zhifei handed her phone over.

Everything was normal, as if the incident of a social person breaking into the girls' dormitory at night had never happened.

A few days passed like this.

"Song Zhifei."

"Song Zhifei." He was already a little annoyed the second time. "It's class time, stop daydreaming."

Tong Yao was in math class and was looking for someone to answer a question, but Song Zhifei was just staring blankly at the class.

She sighed softly, not having the heart to blame anyone, and simply thought that the incident in the girls' dormitory was too shocking and that she would inevitably be in a daze for a few days.

After class, the monthly exam results came out. She analyzed them and found that except for Xia Zhi, who had a chance to get into the top four, the others didn't stand much chance.

"report!"

"Come in." Just by hearing the voice, she knew it was Xia Zhi. "What's wrong?"

Xia Zhi looked hesitant, but finally whispered:

"Recently... there have been rumors that Song Zhifei brought her boyfriend back to the dormitory to spend the night. Some people also said that hooligans entered the dormitory and Song Zhifei was..."

Xia Zhi couldn’t continue talking about the rest.

Tong Yao immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. That night, Song Zhifei was so scared that he screamed, which might have woken up the girls in other dormitories and let them see the man in the corridor. Or maybe the dormitory manager was a gossiper and let the news leak out...

In any case, the rumor has already spread rapidly. Rumors can spread far and wide in just a few breaks, and it spreads in a very orderly manner. People have bad natures, and they hope that such explosive things are true even if they are false. In a campus where the topic of "sex" is so suppressed and concealed, everyone is like a hungry shark. When they smell blood, they will come to share the food.

They don't feel pity for the girl who was raped in the dormitory, they just feel excited. Girls will look at her with contempt, and boys will look at her with obscene eyes. When alone, they may be polite, but when they are together with a group of people, the sin seems to be shared. Or when they are in a circle of good people, they show sympathy, but when they are in a circle of bad friends, they act like they are taking advantage of others.

Tong Yao did not go to find Song Zhifei first, but went to find the director first to ask if the man had been caught.

The director was smoking in a non-smoking campus, stubbed out his cigarette, and said:

"Caught."

She asked hurriedly: "Who is he?"

"He's just a pervert. I only found out after interrogating him that he has sneaked into the girls' dormitories of several schools."

"Didn't he have any cameras or anything?"

The director shook his head: "The police said no, he just slept in someone else's bed."

Outside the office, there was the sound of girls playing.

Among the girls outside, has anyone's bed been slept in by this pervert? Tong Yao felt a chill and asked:

"He doesn't have any infectious disease, does he?"

"No."

"There's one more thing." Tong Yao looked at the director and told him the rumor about Song Zhifei, "What is the school going to do?"

The director was silent, then said:

"I'll let the head teachers of the classes where the rumors are spreading the most take care of it."

"Director," she pursed her lips and said, "Rumors cannot be suppressed, they can only be clarified. Even if you don't let them say it, they will still feel that way in their hearts, and it will still hurt my students."

"What do you want?"

Tong Yao said seriously: "I would like to ask the school to clarify this matter as much as possible so that the students can be convinced."

The director's face changed. "If they knew about this, wouldn't the students and parents be furious? Didn't we agree to keep it a secret?"

"What about my student? She doesn't want to go to Class 1."

This was always her only problem.

The director clenched his palms, sharpened his nails, and thought for a long time:

"How about this... Um, it's classmate Song Zhifei, right? Can we communicate with her? Clarifying this kind of thing... is not something I can decide."

Tong Yao stood there motionless for a while, as if she had seen through something.

The director felt uneasy when she looked at him. Just as he was about to say something, Tong Yao spoke up:

"In that case, I will use my own judgment to decide whether or not to clarify. If you can't decide, let someone who can decide come to me. And it's best to do it quickly."

After saying that, she left without waiting for the director to say anything.

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Night self-study.

Tong Yao was correcting homework, looking down from time to time to pay attention to Song Zhifei's condition.

Song Zhifei supported his cheek and twirled a pen in his seat.

Boys from other classes were passing by outside, probably going to the toilet. They stopped at the back door for a moment, discussing with cunning and malicious smiles, which was particularly irritating in the quiet evening study session.

Tong Yao went straight to the front door to block them:

"What are you laughing at? Which class are you from?"

The two boys left in embarrassment.

The evening self-study session is halfway over.

A woman suddenly appeared at the front door of the classroom. She was wearing heavy makeup and trying hard to look younger, but she still couldn't hide the traces of time. Tong Yao recognized her. She was Song Zhifei's mother. She had seen her at the parent-teacher conference. She was a bit mean and full of negativity about her daughter's academic performance and future.

It is very common for parents to come to school to look for their children.

Before she even had to say anything, a student reminded Song Zhifei:

"Your mother is looking for you."

Song Zhifei looked up, almost put his pen on the table, then stood up silently and walked out of the classroom.

Evening self-study continues.

Until a not-so-friendly voice came from outside the classroom.

It was a woman's growl, and Song Zhifei's suppressed and angry response.

The student sitting near the door heard it more clearly. He turned around with a shocked expression, which made people around him curious and ask him.

Tong Yao stood at the podium in a daze. The quarrel outside seemed to be about "grades". She didn't know how to intervene, but the next moment, something happened that shocked everyone.

The elegantly dressed woman pushed open the front door like a shrew and forcefully pulled one hand, Song Zhifei's hand. Song Zhifei struggled hard but was still dragged in. Then -

This arrogant woman cried.

While crying, she complained:

"I'll let your classmates and teachers judge for you!"

"Look at her, look at her! I get up early and work late every day to make money, what is she doing? Her studies are a mess! It's not easy for me to raise you two sisters, why can't you work hard like your sister! You just slack off in school every day, that's all my hard-earned money! Are you so heartless? If it weren't for your sister, what hope would I have to live? Are you hoping for my death?"

Song Zhifei lowered his head, his face ashen, tears welling up in his eyes:

"Mom, no, please stop talking..."

"I want to say it! How painful you make me suffer?" The woman cried, "You are the same as your father, lazy until death! You just don't want to work hard! I think your trumpet is useless, your sister's trumpet is a hundred times better than yours! You know how to cry now? Why didn't you feel ashamed when you ranked last in the exam?"

No one in the class said a word. Everyone looked at this funny and sad scene, feeling a little sad.

Birds of a feather flock together. In this class, they are all people like Song Zhifei.

But fortunately, compared to Song Zhifei, they at least still have a little dignity in front of their classmates.

Song Zhifei stood there blankly, as if she had lost her soul. It was the first time she felt so helpless, as if she had been exposed to the whole class. Two lines of tears slid down her face. At the age when she was most proud, her dignity was shattered, as if she was being tortured to death.

"Song Zhifei, if you are still my daughter, promise your teachers and classmates that you will study hard in the future!" The woman's words echoed in her ears.

She acted as if she didn't hear anything, just hung her head and cried inconsolably.

"Did you hear that..."

"Mother Zhifei, can you calm down for a moment?"

Tong Yao closed her eyes, sighed softly, and then slowly opened them again.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Zhifei is not your failed trumpet, she is herself. I think that as a parent, you should not ask your children to reach a higher level than yourself, nor should you put all your bets on your children. Otherwise, you will be the one who failed yourself.

"Zhifei is a very good child. She has a good relationship with her classmates, is reliable in doing things, and is very caring..."

People in the class started chattering, saying things like "Zhifei is pretty good."

Song Zhifei finally couldn't help it, he pulled out his mother's hand, wiped his tears, and ran out of the classroom.

Chapter 183: Song Zhifei wants to work hard

"Come back here, you damn girl!"

But Song Zhifei didn't even turn around.

trouble.

Tong Yao had a headache and only wanted to say these two words.

"Xia Zhi, maintain discipline."

She said something to Xia Zhi, then ran past Zhifei's mother and caught up with him.

Don't let anything happen.

She didn't want what happened to Chen Mo to happen again.

Fortunately, Song Zhifei ran downstairs, but he ran very fast, as if he was afraid of being caught, making Tong Yao chase him breathless.

"Slower!"

She supported herself on her knees, gasping for breath, and angrily cursed him as a bastard.

Run so fast.

She hardly ever did any exercise, but suddenly she started running like an old person.

Fortunately, she saw Song Zhifei stopped in the audience seats next to the playground.

Oh, are you tired from running?

She stopped and gasped for breath with her chest heaving violently. She rested for a while before taking one step at a time.

Song Zhifei sat and watched her come up, but did not run away. In the night, there was a slight sniffling sound, a girl's suppressed cry.

The nursery rhyme that was running so hard that it was as tired as a dog, at this moment, became soft-hearted again.

——Have you ever had a moment when you suddenly didn’t want to live in this world?

For example, when I was scolded by my father, when I was scolded by my mother, when... when I was scolded by both parents.

Maybe it's because of grievance, maybe it's because of shame, you think to yourself, how can they scold me so harshly, don't they love me at all?

Then what's the point of living?

Such thoughts may last for several hours, and you may think you have stopped crying, but after a while, when you think about it, you will cry again out of grievance and sadness.

In the end, most of the time your parents will call you to eat and say a few soft words to you, and then you will remember the times when they were nice to you. The grievances will be scattered like dandelions when blown, and you will slowly lose your grasp.

When they are nice, they are really nice, giving you what they think is the best. When they are mean, they are really mean, as if you are a worthless person with no merits and full of flaws, picking out those trivial old things and scolding you non-stop.

This time, Song Zhifei felt that he would never forgive his mother.

Her grades were indeed very bad, but should she be criticized without any dignity in front of the whole class?

She buried her head and cried, and Tong Yao sat next to her without any reaction.

The moon was hidden behind the clouds and the lights in the playground were not on at night, making it look like the sea at night.