After her substitute disappeared, the CEO went crazy

"Qingqing, where have you been these days? I have sent you so many messages but have not received any reply? Have you seen the photos in the international student group?"

As soon as Shen Weiqing sat down, Jiang Xiyan pulled her over mysteriously, and asked in a low voice next to her ear.

While asking, while looking around, Shen Weiqing also lowered his voice.

Despite this, she still found that many classmates were quietly looking at herself.

The students of their college independently developed a chat software. The chat between classmates and various interactive groups of international students are all on this chat software.

Since Shen Weiqing's mobile phone was turned off on Christmas Eve, all backgrounds have automatically exited. She has been in a low mood for the past few days, so she didn't even think about turning it on.

"Sorry Xiyan, I haven't logged into my account recently."

Shen Weiqing smiled apologetically, and replied to Jiang Xiyan. Then, while the professor was still preparing the courseware, she took out her mobile phone, switched it to silent mode, and clicked on the chat software.

At one point, Shen Weiqing's jaw was almost shocked by the overwhelming news. Apart from those in the group of international students, there were also private chats sent to her by Jiang Xiyan, as well as the names of some students she didn't know at all.

Click on the group of international students, and in the top photo album, Shen Weiqing couldn't bear the first photo, and was so angry that his forehead was blushing.

In the photo is a photo of her, Ling Yuzheng, and Cheng Zhihuai standing together. Judging by their clothes, it was Christmas Eve.

The photo reads in both Chinese and English——Gao Leng's school flower overturned, suspected to be entangled with many men.

Shen Weiqing stared at the phone bitterly, her hands trembling uncontrollably, she bit her lips tightly, and continued to turn back, and someone sent some photos of her and Cheng Zhihuai, as well as intimate photos with other different men.

Withdrawing from the photo album, whether it's the chats in the group or the private messages sent by classmates who don't know each other, all of them are crusade against Shen Weiqing for corrupting the school spirit and losing the school's face.

The news sent by a few people is that kind of filthy writing.

Shen Weiqing looked at one by one, tears welled up in her eyes, but resisted not to let them fall, except for the one with Ling Yuzheng holding hands and kissing, the rest of the photos were all composites.

But now that these photos have been circulated for so long, no one will believe her alone.

She usually doesn't have much contact with people in school, let alone have such deep conflicts with anyone that she wants to use such bad methods to retaliate against herself.

The brain was running fast, and Shen Weiqing's memory returned to the night of Christmas Eve.

A name popped into my mind.

is her!

Only she watched as she walked out of the party before taking this picture.

Thinking of this, Shen Weiqing turned around sharply, just in time to meet Su Zhi's malicious eyes, and Xu Zhiyang beside her, who was staring deeply at her with a probing gaze.

Shen Weiqing trembled with anger, but kept telling herself to calm down.

"Wow!"

"Wow..."

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At this moment, there were exclamations one after another in the classroom, and Xu Zhiyang's gaze also moved to the podium. With just one glance, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Qingqing..."

Jiang Xiyan's voice came to her ears, and Shen Weiqing turned around numbly, and when she saw clearly the slides played on the podium, she froze in place.

I don’t know who hacked the school’s website. It was originally a link to the courseware used by the old professor in his lectures, but when I clicked on it, it turned out to be Shen Weiqing’s photos, which were scrolling one after another...

For a moment, all the students, including the old professor standing on the podium, turned their attention to Shen Weiqing.

Shen Weiqing's face was flushed with suffocation, and he kept clenching his hands tightly, and then clenched them tightly until his knuckles turned white, his shoulders trembled like chaff, and his brain went blank.