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As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Sister Xiangxiang urged him to quickly put out the posters. Next week, a shopping mall will open, a TV star will cut the ribbon, and the country is going to perform, and promote it while it is hot.As soon as Ye Ping heard that there was a celebrity, she was as excited as a monkey, clamoring to take a photo with her and want to have sex with her.

"You're the only one who is still gorgeous, your face looks like it's been smeared with soy sauce." He was taking a photo, and a group of people surrounded him to make himself look good.

"Isn't Xiao Sao B a big deal for selling pussy?" Ye Ping stood at the door and said, "Your old man, is it enough for you to see pussy once?"

As soon as he released the mouse, he rushed to the door, and Ye Ping screamed and went back to the house.The two began to fight when they disagreed. Ye Ping was black and thin, but she couldn't fight and had to have a mouthful, grabbing the doorknob and scolding him.When Sister Xiangxiang came to fight, he had just taken off Yeping's pants, but was dragged away by the collar by Sister Xiangxiang.

"Do something serious." Pressing him in front of the computer, he wanted to give Ye Ping some shame.Ye Ping put on her trousers, supervised behind Sister Xiangxiang, and made requests whenever she could.He made it look like he had smeared several catties of flour on P, and Sister Xiangxiang patted his head: "It's fucking reflective."

He was laughing and laughing, and Ye Ping flew organs from his mouth in the air with him.

Zhuang Baixin came in the evening, and "Another Kind of National Beauty, Another Kind of Brilliant Radiance" was published in her colleague's just-opened Internet column.The number of pageviews is not much, which is better than nothing. She privately contacted some LGBT websites to repost it to make the data look better.Sister Xiangxiang didn't really care, she saved it in her mobile phone, and showed it to everyone she saw, and even printed it out and pasted it on the wall, worshiping every day like a Buddha.I have the confidence to speak.

He went back to the room and played the recording to Zhuang Baixin. After listening to it for a while, Zhuang Baixin didn't speak, and asked him: "This can at most prove that he lied about your relationship and his own sexuality, but it doesn't prove that he sexually assaulted you. Doesn't prove he committed a crime, or even that you didn't beat his wife - he's just morally corrupt now."

"I know." He was not surprised.

"You said 'saw it on his phone', didn't you keep those contents?"

"Can he let me keep it?" Yu Fu snatched it back within a few seconds.Just for a few seconds, I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about it now. "Even if there is, I'm not a victim there, and I can't make decisions for them—"

"Then why did you suddenly collect evidence because he made things difficult for your family?" Zhuang Baixin remembered the first sentence, "Are you going to go through the judicial process or make a deal with him?"

"Neither," he shook his head, fiddling with the recording pen: "I want him to emit a stench. If Reporter Zhuang is interested, you follow him, if you are not interested, you pull him down. If you keep your word, I will do it too."

Zhuang Baixin smiled, "You want me to be exposed, but you don't give me any information."

"I've given you everything I can. I know you don't fully believe me now, but I don't have any other evidence."

"I'm curious about one thing," Zhuang Baixin asked. "You are not the direct victim. If they don't testify themselves, why do you insist on it?"

"Why am I not a victim, I'm not a victim when I'm fucking blindfolded and fed shit?" After a pause, he added, "Actually, I'm more afraid of facing the real victims.

"Some of them know of my existence. When they see me, they will think of Yu Fu, what happened to me, how I, a homosexual, have not been sexually assaulted, and I am still intimately in love with the sexual assault. On the campus, I go around telling people good things about Professor Yu - the junior student next to him looks just like me back then.

"You know what a guy asked me? He said you couldn't satisfy that bastard, so he came to me?."

He smiled softly and said, "Reporter Zhuang, I am also the perpetrator."

"So they have their concerns if they don't provide evidence. I understand. I often blame myself. Is it because I reported on Yu Fu that the boy tried to commit suicide? He may face more harm. Compared with letting the bastard be sanctioned, It may be the idea of ​​more parties to let this matter be hidden quietly. Being sexually assaulted is an unspeakable thing, and it is a man, and the 'slut/woman-shaming' has become double."

Peeling a piece of candy and throwing it in his mouth, the sour taste relieved the heavy, he said again: "You can't make me pretend I didn't see it, you can't make me eat shit and I'm not allowed to vomit." He gave Zhuang Baixin one.

Zhuang Baixin took it and ate it: "That's why you have been dealt with first—ah, so sour!" Her face was wrinkled together, tears were about to come out, and she giggled happily when she saw him.

"Meimei, you are with Teacher Guan, do you want to use his hand to take revenge on Yu Fu?"

"Reporter Zhuang, such things as revenge are not self-consolation," he raised a hand and shook it, "you have to do it yourself."

"You went to Yu Fu with a knife, do you really want to kill someone? Why did you change your mind again?"

Instead of answering directly, he asked, "Have you seen a movie, GodBlessAmerica?"

"God Bless America?"

"Yes. It's a cult movie about a retired middle-aged divorced uncle and a little lolita killing each other." He pointed a gun with his right hand, aimed at a non-existent enemy, and dubbed, "There is a clip in which the male protagonist wants to kill a The host who is full of extreme incitement to war, the host said, if you kill me, I will become a martyr and a hero. I think so—" He blew on the "gun muzzle" and put it on his waist.

"No matter before or now, if I killed Yu Fu, he would become an innocent professor who was brutally murdered by a perverted homosexual who couldn't court him, and a dead person who could not be criticized. All his crimes would be buried because of his death, and all his advantages He will be magnified infinitely, and he will be enshrined in Dongning's altar-this is worse than letting me die. I don't allow it."

Zhuang Baixin looked at him for a long time, and said, "Yan Keji, I'm beginning to think that you are more interesting than Guan Zang."

When Zhuang Baixin was about to leave, Lingling came out of the room with red eyes. "I didn't eavesdrop. I had a cold and asked for leave to sleep." She tugged Zhuang Baixin, "Sister, aren't you a reporter? After the interview is broadcast on TV and published in the newspaper, wouldn't that be enough?" Then he asked him very puzzled, "Why didn't you sue? Why is it not considered evidence? If the court doesn't judge, if you find someone to give you some gifts, wouldn't you be sentenced?"

He and Zhuang Baixin looked at each other and smiled, a little coke and a little helpless.

Zhuang Baixin returned to the stage, put the matter of Yan Keji into the topic selection submitted this week, and made a topic that could be passed.The director came back to the office from the outside and asked her, "Are you back?" She said "Yeah".

She stopped, and so did the director.Liu Yang went back and forth twice, not even saying hello to her, pretending not to see each other.Liu Yang is young, full of energy, and publishes many manuscripts quickly. She is no longer comparable to her, and she is not taken seriously.

Women, rushing to the fourth, the two major conditions of not being able to work in the front line by default have all been met.

She also had a good time in the past, the ace reporter of the ace column, who was faster and more aggressive than her male colleagues, dared to go to any situation, and was commended and won a news award.She snatched resources from old reporters to occupy the line, spoke aggressively, and walked vigorously. Before the resources in the station were integrated, her manuscripts were new, fast, and rich in content.

Just like Liu Yang now.

She was very proud and felt that she had brought honor to the female reporter.After two years, the leader said to her, you lesbians will have to get married and have children sooner or later, and if you are pregnant, you will not be able to work in the front line.But she was not promoted to management because "it's not suitable, gay men have opinions."She was not reconciled, refused to retreat, and could not enter, bit by bit, she was squeezed to the side.Like a ghost, wandering on the land of the living, even looking at each other is an eyesore.

Lingling asked her: If a reporter like you can't expose, then who do you have to turn to?Looking for something better?Then who is in charge of your stage?What, there is someone in charge of your station?Lingling seemed extremely disappointed and said: Then you are not much better than us.

Zhuang Baixin opened the photo taken for Guose Tianxiang, and looked at the wild duckweed on the screen, his face was full of spring breeze, full of enthusiasm, and the ambition in his eyes was burning.Even if he only has a junior high school education, has never been out of the province in his life, is dark and thin, short and high cheekbones, quarrels with swear words, doesn't know what LGBT is, has never heard of RuPaul, his biggest wish is to go to CCTV, and he will always only care about who dares Threatening his status as a pillar.

Standing in front of the camera will always be the focus.Confident as if a Queen, looking down on the world.

She closed the file and dragged it away from the computer desktop.

Before Ah Fen and the others started work, he knocked on the door of their room.After entering the room, he muttered and burst into a burst of surprised laughter. "What are you laughing at? I don't know who to ask for it. Do you know anyone?" He asked.

"What's wrong, I'll ask you tomorrow, when do you want it?"

"Monday afternoon." He chuckled, "It must be warm."