Notebook for teachers and students of the School of Journalism

Three p.m. New York time, Columbia University School of Journalism.

"Gu, are you going to the bar with us tonight?" A blond French man in his 30s put his hand on Gu Baishi's shoulder, leaned his head closer and asked affectionately.

The strong smell of men's perfume came over his face, Gu Baishi frowned slightly, and calmly avoided his hand, "Sorry, I have to prepare tomorrow's meeting tonight."

The French man shrugged, "It's such a pity, are all Chinese men as serious as you, you will regret wasting such a wonderful night."

These days, Gu Boshi is attending an academic conference at the School of Journalism of Columbia University, and he is somewhat helpless with the enthusiasm shown by this French man.Seeing that he had no intention of going, the Frenchman turned around and left.

Gu Baishi took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. Except for the message sent to him by Yan Xiao, there was no other new content.

Yan Xiao sent him a photo of Ruolu, the little cypress tree was still as green as before.

"Dr. Gu, I have taken good care of you, don't forget to honor me."

Gu Baishi didn't reply to her, he accidentally clicked on Moments, which he seldom opened usually, and quickly swiped up.

Ms. Shen was still showing off the green plants on her balcony, Gu Pingchuan forwarded a few political news, and there were many compliments in the comments.Gu Huaiyan posted a few photos of Shannan and Shuibei in the amusement park, Shannan stared angrily, and Shuibei smiled sweeter than flowers.Gu Baishi liked this article.

Apart from relatives and friends, his WeChat didn't have much content. He scrolled down, but stopped when he saw a group of photos.

Lu Xihan posted nine photos, all of which were the same person, a young and beautiful female student sitting on the blue stone steps of Jianling Mountain, hugging a colorful kitten, smiling sweetly.It was his student Lin Xueyang.

"I ran into a kitten while taking pictures in Jianling Mountain." Lu Xihan added this sentence.

Underneath, Lu Xihan replied to someone he couldn't see: "If you want to thank the photographer, please help me reserve a seat in the library." Gu Baishi knew that he was replying to Lin Xueyang.

He looked at the female student with a sweet smile in the photo, and took back the thumb that he was about to like, paused for a moment, and commented, "The composition of the picture can be better."

The next day Lu Xihan got up early, he was going to interview that girl.

Like most college students, Lu Xihan checked WeChat first thing in the morning, but was pleasantly surprised to see Gu Baishi's reply.

He secretly smiled for a while, and replied, "Then wait for Teacher Gu to come back and give me advice."

Lu Xihan and Lin Xueyang arrived at the location provided by the girl at nine o'clock in the morning. It was in a relatively remote coffee shop, and they entered a small box.

The girl came alone. She was wearing a black loose T-shirt and a peaked cap. Her hair was cut short and she looked somewhat neutral.The black mask completely covered his face, but his beautiful eyes were still haggard.

"You can call me Xiaomeng, you can also use this pseudonym in interviews." Xiaomeng seemed a little nervous, always looking at the closed door.

Lu Xihan and Lin Xueyang nodded. In order to calm down the atmosphere, they took the initiative to chat with Xiaomeng about some irrelevant things.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Xiaomeng's expression became softer, but when Lin Xueyang accidentally mentioned the word "university", Xiaomeng suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly, covering her face.

She cried without warning, as if she heard some bad news at that moment, which made Lu Xihan a little panicked, because he was most afraid of girls crying.

Lin Xueyang was relatively calm, she walked over to help Xiaomeng up, and gave her a hug.

It was already May at this time, and everyone was wearing relatively thin clothes. After Lin Xueyang hugged her, she realized that the somewhat petite girl in her arms was actually thin and gaunt.

After Xiaomeng finished crying, 20 minutes had passed, and there was a pile of white toilet paper balls in the trash can.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you before, I dropped out of school after that because I was diagnosed with depression and took a lot of medicine. This year I have improved a lot, and I am thinking of going back to school in September, but..." Xiao Meng said with a sob, she didn't say anything more, but Lu Xihan and Lin Xueyang already understood.

Victims of sexual assault are far more vulnerable than ordinary people think. They try their best to crawl out of the quagmire of the past, but when they hear about other people's similar experiences, they may lose all previous efforts and fall into a terrible nightmare again.

"Because I took too much medicine, I have a bad memory, but I can't forget that incident. When the depression was the worst, I even wanted to die in the past. In the end, my parents had to tie me to the bed and cut off my life. All connections with the outside world."

Xiaomeng finally calmed down, and began to tell intermittently that Lu Xihan and Lin Xueyang didn't bother her, they had already obtained permission to record before, and there was no need to take notes.

"Three years ago, I was admitted as a graduate student in the School of Biology, Wenhua University. My undergraduate degree was only a second-year undergraduate. I devoted myself to preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination for a whole year. After I was admitted, I immediately contacted the graduate student of the School of Biology that I had been looking forward to for a long time. Mentor." Having said that, Xiaomeng's tired eyes showed complete fear, as if she mentioned something very scary.

"I sent him an email, begging him to be my tutor, and he agreed, which made me excited for half a year. After all, I was only a second-year student, and he was a prestigious professor. After the admission, he was very interested in I'm fine, I often tutor me to do experiments and write papers, but..." She was a little embarrassed, paused for a while, and continued,

"He often asked me to help him at his house, such as cleaning, going to the supermarket to buy daily necessities, and sometimes even cooking for him. Some students around me complained that the tutor asked them to do chores, but I never complained, because I I really cherish Wenhua’s postgraduate degree.”

"I made a boyfriend during the first year of graduate school. He was very angry and said that it would delay my study. I thought he didn't want to see me fall in love because he valued me, and my time was almost occupied by him. Didn't have much time to get distracted, broke up... I even fantasized about going on to his PhD, but until..."

Lu Xihan already knew about the follow-up development, but after listening to Xiaomeng say it, she still felt that it was too cruel. Any girl who encountered such a thing would not want to mention it again, but Xiaomeng gritted her teeth and said it , she didn't shed any more tears, her red eyes were full of hatred besides fear.

In this country, graduate tutors almost have direct control over the students. This is an extremely sharp knife, which is firmly held in the hands of Xiaomeng's tutor and Zhu Limin. As long as they resist, the knife will come crashing down. Cut off their fragile hopes.

In the end, Xiaomeng didn't even have any fear. She took off her mask, revealing a haggard but still beautiful face. As a girl, Lin Xueyang couldn't help but marvel. How welcome.

Her good-looking facial features were slightly distorted at this time, "Later, my parents found out that even if they were the most ordinary citizens, they would never tolerate this kind of thing happening to their daughter. They called the police, and I also took out the Evidence, but his background is too strong, the police hastily dealt with it, and only a few small media reported it. In the end, he was dismissed as a teacher. I thought he would never be able to be a teacher again in his life, but I heard in the second year that he arrived Another university in the city continues to teach!"

Xiaomeng suddenly raised her head, staring at Lu Xihan and Lin Xueyang with scorching eyes.

"Why do I drop out of school, but he can continue to teach?! Does he continue to torture other students?"

"Can you tell us now, who is he?" Lu Xihan asked.

Xiao Meng sneered, "His name is Yuan Shengping."