How many weeks are you going to confess?

Jiang Lesheng sneered, "It deserves it."

What Bian Jin didn't expect was that Yuan Zhibin dared to look for him offline.

In the evening, when self-study was over, Lian Li was late because of the set of papers. When the two left the teaching building, there was almost no one in the school.

A figure suddenly flashed in the deep corridor, and Bian Jin subconsciously stood in front of Lian Li.

He frowned and stared ahead vigilantly: "Who?"

A figure stumbled out, it was Yuan Zhibin.

He looked like a walking dead, with a broken mouth, bruised face, greasy hair, clothes that hadn't been changed for a few days, full of stains, and he had no human appearance.

When he saw Bian Jin, he knelt down directly, crying until his nose and tears were mixed together, looking disgusting.

"Brother Jin, please let us go... I know I was wrong, I will never find someone to blackmail you again... Please..."

"I haven't been able to sleep for three days and three nights... I feel like I'm going to die, please..."

Yuan Zhibin wanted to climb up Jin's calf, but he dodged it directly. Yuan Zhibin missed it and fell to the ground. Maybe he also had injuries on his body, and he groaned in pain.

He should be pitied like this, but Lian Li only felt disgusted.

It is not called "acknowledging mistakes" when the influence of mistakes threatens you. It is just that you are afraid of the consequences.

Bian Jin's eyes were full of disgust.

"What about when the girls you molested begged you to stop?"

"What about those girls who were raped by your dad begging your dad to stop?"

"Are you still taking pictures by the side? Threatening them with pictures?"

Bian Jin looked at Yuan Zhibin condescendingly.

"Don't any of you try to run away."