end of season and beginning of cool gl

On the second day, Sunday, the space was dominated by a video. It was said that a group of bad girls from No. [-] Middle School bullied a female classmate, and then took a video and posted it on the Internet.

I glanced at it for a while, and felt that the girl on the cover seemed familiar, so I frowned, but I didn't click in to read it.For such things, I have always had a kind of contempt and disgust from the bottom of my heart.

The damage has already been done at this point, and there is nothing I can do to help.Even through the screen, I don't want to be a cold-eyed bystander, laughing and commenting on other people's suffering.

Dai Anqi reposted this video with the words "serve it right".

I rolled my eyes angrily when I saw it, but just rolled my eyes and left her behind.She was always like this, arrogant, spoiled and self-righteous, and she didn't even bother to talk to her.

What bothered me the most was that Luo Chuliang actually gave her a thumbs up.

I refreshed and watched repeatedly, Luo Chuliang's praise was like an ice needle straight to the eyes.Why is she praising her?Why did she like her retweet?Does she also agree with Dai Anqi's point of view?

Immediately opened her dialog box and wanted to ask her why she liked Dai Anqi's repost, but she was afraid that she would think I was too lenient.

After struggling for a while, I decided not to ask. I thought to myself, maybe she just slipped her hand and made a mistake, or she just clicked casually and didn’t read the content at all. That should be the case.

When I went to school the next day, the hot topics around me were really inseparable from the bullying incident.

"Have you watched the video of Shi Zhong beating someone?"

"Look, it's really scary."

"That's right, more than a dozen people beat one. The scariest thing is that all their clothes were stripped off and posted on the Internet."

"And forced her to drink urine!"

"True or false? So it's urine, it's so disgusting, whose urine is it?"

"I don't know that."

"What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment, you have to treat others like this."

"It seems that the girl who was beaten hit someone else first and got revenge."

"That's right, that's what it deserves."

"But the mastermind seems to be another person. They told her to call another person. She refused, so they took all their anger on her."

All kinds of comments rustled into my ears like cotton wool, which made me feel very bored, but I had to listen.

I haven't gone to Luo Chuliang today. I don't want to hear Dai Anqi talking nonsense about this matter, and I'm even more afraid of hearing Luo Chuliang agree with her point of view.

But until now, I never thought that this bullying incident would have anything to do with me.

Until this afternoon when I was reading the class report, the head teacher walked to the door with a man in police uniform, beckoned me out.

"Do you know Duan Yafei?"

"Well, she and I are classmates in junior high school, what's wrong?"

"Did you beat Zhang Yan before with her?"

"Oh, that's..."

I told the police about the fight with Zhang Yan before, "She hit me first, I still have that note, do I need to show it to you?"

The policeman nodded, and I ran into the classroom, pulled out the note from the side of my schoolbag, and showed it to the policeman.

I wanted to throw it away, but I stuffed it next to my schoolbag and forgot, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The policeman took the note, looked at it, folded it, put it in his pocket, and said "Thank you."

"May I ask you, why did you come here to investigate this matter?"

"Don't you know? In the bullying incident at the No. [-] Middle School on Saturday, the girl who was bullied was Duan Yafei. She is crazy now. We arrested the perpetrator, Zhang Yan. She said that the reason she beat someone was because you."

After the police finished speaking, I was completely dumbfounded.

Zhang Yan's sinister eyes when he left that day, Duan Feifan's inexplicable phone call on Saturday, the bullying video in the space on Sunday, and the conversations he just heard from his classmates.

A series of messy things formed a line in my mind, and my heart seemed to be cut by an extremely sharp knife, and I couldn't bear the pain.

I clutched my chest tightly with both hands, arched my body and almost fell down, but fortunately the head teacher supported me.

"Are you OK?"

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

Mingming was so sad that he was dying, but for some reason, his eyes were so dry that he couldn't shed a single tear.

I don’t know if it’s because people are so uncomfortable that they can’t even cry.

Or, it's my body telling me that you don't have the right to cry.

Yes, in this matter, Duan Feifei has suffered so much, why should I cry, what right do I have to cry?

The teacher in charge patted me on the shoulder, "If you are really uncomfortable, you will rest at home for half a day. I will explain the test papers in history class this afternoon. If you don't hear it, it won't affect much. If you don't understand, you can ask me again."

There was a strong smell of tobacco coming from the head teacher—the smell of smoke I hate the most.But at this moment, the smell of tobacco made me feel so at ease.

I nodded gently, "Thank you teacher."

"Well, go back and have a good rest. You have to cheer up for class tomorrow."

"Okay." I went back to the classroom and took the keys and walked towards the bicycle shed. My spirit was still in a trance, but my steps became more and more determined.

There is only one destination—to find Duan Feifan!

Duan Feifan's home is on the way home from my junior high school.When I was in junior high school, I used to push my bicycle to the downstairs of her house with her every time, and then ride my bicycle home by myself.But I have known her for two or three years, and she never took me to her house to play, because she said her mother didn't like her taking her classmates home.

So I only know which building her family lives in, but I don't know which room is on that floor.

So I had no choice but to go downstairs to her house, put my hands in the shape of a trumpet around my mouth, raise my head, and shout loudly, "Duan Feifan, Duan Feifan, Duan Feifan..."

Pedestrians passing by looked at me with the eyes of a clown. I felt a little cold on the back of my spine, but I still yelled hard in my own way.

After shouting for a while, Duan Feifei didn't respond, but many windows on the surrounding floors were opened, and many people leaned against the windows, looking at me with disgust.

I am originally an introverted person. I try my best to stay away from the crowd in my daily life, and I am extremely resistant to the eyes of strangers focusing on me.

I've probably never done anything as outrageous as today. If it was normal, I might have slipped away long ago under the unkind eyes of these people.

But today, there is a feeling of anger in my heart that supports me, and my skin is thicker than usual.

Suddenly, a window on the third floor opened with a "wow".Before I cast my gaze over there, a big wave of cold water suddenly hit my head, and then flowed down my neck all over my body.

This sudden disaster startled me with a "buzz" in my head, and then there was another curse in the air, "What are you shouting for, calling for injustice, you? Shame on you!"

I wiped the water off my face, and looked up, the woman's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be somewhat similar to Duan Feifan's, one eye was full of whites, and it was gleaming with eerie gloom.

I seemed to be grasping at the straw of life-saving, and regardless of her bad words, I hurriedly shouted: "Auntie, do you know Duan Feifan?"

"Do I know her? I'm her mother!"

"Hello, Auntie, I..." I actually found it, and I was happy in my heart, but I was interrupted before I could finish speaking.

"Why are you complaining here? Don't you think you didn't hurt her enough?"

"I……"

"Hurry up and get out of here, my family, Fanfan, never wants to see you, a bad guy, again in this life."

"Sorry……"

I raised my head and shouted, my voice became hoarse, and I didn't know whether it was water or tears flowing on my face.However, she didn't want to talk to me at all. As soon as she finished speaking, she closed the window with a "bang".

A gust of cold wind blew, and I was sucked clean by the wet clothes. I shivered severely from the cold, and knelt down on the ground weakly.