The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao straightened up slowly.

Only one hand could barely exert force, and he almost fell to the ground.

The ground was a mess, with torn textbooks, broken pens, and pills scattered all over the floor that couldn't be distinguished from which pill bottles they belonged to.

Tang Jiao picked up the schoolbag that had been thrown aside and opened the inner bag. Inside lay the photo album he had been carrying with him for the past few days.

Fortunately, it is still there.

She smiled numbly, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. The tears fell down her cheeks, and she tasted a fishy and bitter taste in her mouth.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the photo album and looked directly at Xiao Jingchuan, who was described as handsome and hee in the photo. The first photo was of them holding pudding at Xiao's house.

Page after page, my wet eyes traced the outlines in the photos over and over again, and my breathing slowly slowed down.

This is her talisman.

Ding--

An unread message pops up in the notification bar of your phone.

Mom: Tangtang, why haven’t you come back yet?Mimi was planning to go to her aunt's house for hot pot, and there was no cooking at home tonight.When you come back, remember to eat in the shop downstairs first.

Tang Jiao threw his cell phone into his bag, wiped his face with the back of his hand, grabbed the textbook and stuffed it into his bag.

She stood up staggeringly, patted the dust on her pants, dragged her dirty schoolbag with one hand, and turned around to walk to school.

Lin Shengqi, who was worried about leaving just now, hid behind the tree and watched the girl's thin back walking back slowly step by step.

For some reason, it felt like she was going to follow the swaying night wind, but she was caught by something and staggered.

"Small-inch head?"

Qin Li bumped into Tang Jiao who was almost paralyzed on the ground at the stairs of the dormitory, and was so shocked that she almost sprained her feet.

Tang Jiao had a pale face, holding on to the escalator with both hands, and smiled weakly: "Hi, Qin Li."

"I said, why do you get so miserable every time I see you?"

Qin Li carried half of Tang Jiao's arm and helped her walk upstairs.

"Did you get beaten up and your hand was broken? And did you give me cartilage powder? It's like noodles, with no strength at all."

"Sorry about the side effects, I don't have much strength right now." Tang Jiao swung his arm half hung with a plaster, trying hard to lighten Qin Li's burden.

Although Qin Li was taller, she was still a girl. Half-supporting and half-carrying her, she finally got Tang Jiao up to the third floor.

"Have all the people in your dormitory gone back? If you're like this, you won't die here by yourself!"

Qin Li took out Tang Jiao's dormitory key and opened the door. She didn't open the door and insulted her. She casually looked in and blurted out her words.

"Fuck...that's awesome!"

Even if she was so unscrupulous, she was shocked when she was stabbed in the head.

In dormitory 301, Tang Jiao's bed and desktop were in a mess.

The quilts and pillows were all on the floor, the bed curtains were torn, and the things on the table were torn randomly. What was even worse was that a dark red blood-like liquid was splashed everywhere.

At first glance, I thought I had mistakenly entered a murder scene.

"Squeak-"

An old wooden door was opened.

"Go in, this is an empty house owned by one of my sisters. It's a bit old and can barely accommodate you."

Qin Li helped Tang Jiao into this small rental house of only 10 square meters.

Tang Jiao looked around at the empty hut.

There is a 1.2-meter wooden single bed next to the wall, a bench, a low table next to it, and a narrow toilet in the corner.

With two more people standing there, it would seem cramped.

Tang Jiao sat limply on the edge of the bed, looking at Qin Li who was slumped on the chair and breathing heavily, and was very touched.

"Qin Li, thank you very much for causing you trouble again."

"Hey, it's a trivial matter." Qin Li flicked her ponytail, looking like a big sister as always.

"Because of the nonsense that has been spread recently? Even the wild cats in the school know about it. But the only ones who can really mess with it are those who have the courage to make up things behind the scenes and the ability to confront them head-on! I despise this kind of rubbish the most!"

Tang Jiao looked at Qin Li enviously: "Qin Li, you are so cool."

"You're discerning! I think you're pretty cool with your little head. Yes, you can resist trouble, much better than those pretentious white lotuses. But why don't you just go home? It's the weekend anyway."

Tang Jiao's eyes darkened.

Home?The whole family is eating hot pot.

Maybe, they are a family and she is just a burden.

Seeing Tang Jiao's expression and thinking of the mess in her family, Qin Li immediately understood and simply changed the subject.

"Anyway, just stay here for as long as you want. It doesn't take much trouble."

Tang Jiao nodded: "Thank you, I will pay the rent."

She sent half of the winnings from the stamp collection to Xiao's family yesterday. She still has 1 yuan left, so it won't be difficult to live off campus for a while.

Although she also tried to explain and clarify, in the eyes of others, it was her who was quibbling.

She couldn't stay passively in the center of the storm, her body and spirit couldn't hold on.

Besides, since they are all making trouble in the dormitory, sooner or later others will be implicated.

Suing her parents was an option she would never consider.

Tang Jiao knew very well that Tang Mi had never given up the idea of ​​letting her drop out of school and give up her degree, and her parents who once kissed her and loved her had changed their appearance at some point.

They were all waiting for her to accept her fate, surrender, and stop struggling.

She could only avoid it alone and wait for the storm to subside.

However, as long as Xiao Jingchuan is involved in anything, it will always be the center of the topic, and the heat will never go away.

Tang Jiao's situation in school did not improve at all, and even took a turn for the worse.

Rumors are rampant, side glances, pointers, discussions, unwarranted accusations and making things difficult will happen from time to time.

She became a target standing in the middle of the square, unable to move.

Anyone can put a label on it, or stick an arrow on it, but it is just a target, no different from a telephone pole covered with psoriasis on the roadside.

The originally kind classmates stayed away. After all, no one wanted to stand with the center of the storm. If they were not careful, they would be involved and become the target of everyone's wanton discussion and bullying.

Because Zhuang Tingting opened the door for others and destroyed Tang Jiao's bed, Chen Mili had a big quarrel with the eccentric Zhuang Tingting in the dormitory, and almost started a fight, but was stopped by Zhang Ya.

Fang Xiaomin watched Tang Jiao being bullied and made things difficult by her classmates, but she did not dare to step forward to stop him. She was so guilty that she secretly shed tears several times.

On this day, Qi Dongyang came to class and finally brought news about Xiao Jingchuan.

"Qi Dongyang didn't go into details. Anyway, some elder in Brother Xiao's family passed away." Lin Haojie sighed.

Tang Jiao, who lowered his head and took notes with his left hand with difficulty, was stunned when he heard this.

The thin homework paper was scratched with a long black line.

She was silent.

After a long time, he said "hmm" to indicate that he heard it.

She took out her earphones again, put them in her ears, and stopped talking.

Chen Mili knew exactly what her deskmate was going through.

She looked at the increasingly taciturn Tang Jiao, feeling worried, angry, and helpless.

When Lin Haojie saw this, he scratched his hair angrily.

Something happened to Xiao Jingchuan's family, and something happened to Tang Jiao too!Everyone in the school fanned the flames and made up nonsense as if they had seen a ghost.

No matter how much they tried to clarify, the rumors and prejudices were like wildfires riding on the east wind, burning more and more fiercely, sweeping through the entire Jingsheng No. [-] Middle School.