[Comprehensive] The hero Fu Jiang is always doing things

After walking with the energetic Echizen Ryoma for too long, Ryuzaki Sakura was a little tired. After returning to the rented room in the afternoon to review her homework, she had a hasty dinner. She was about to go to bed early after washing.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, when a call came, and seeing Shota Adachi displayed on the screen of the phone, Sakurano Ryuzaki wanted to throw the phone into the drawer for a moment and pretended not to hear it.

It's a pity that the phone rang persistently. She sighed and connected the phone: "Hello."

"Ryugasaki-san," Shota Adachi's tone returned to that deliberate gentleman's tone again, "you'd better read the school's forum?"

Ryuzaki Sakura frowned, with a vague premonition in his heart: "What's the matter?"

"The photo of you walking with Echizen-kun is on the front page," said the person over there gloating, "The person who posted it is a loyal fan of Mr. Tomie."

Ryuzaki Sakura immediately turned on the computer and entered the forum of the Ice Emperor School. As expected, the forum has been swiped.

"Fu Jiang fainted, and his best friend Echizen Ryoma ignored him for the sake of others?"

"Echizen Ryoma was black all his life, Master Tomie fainted because of him, and he is still dating girls!"

"The black material of 818 Echizen Ryoma."

"I already knew that Echizen Ryoma is a scumbag. It was always Tomie-kun who took the initiative. He enjoyed it but never reciprocated!"

……

Pursing her lips, she clicked into the post with the most replies. From the first floor to the second floor, all Fujiang fans expressed their anger, and occasionally had other opinions, which were quickly drowned out or suppressed.

Finally, on the second page, someone began to suggest "let Echizen Ryoma know how powerful it is". Many Tomie fans quickly left messages with terrifying enthusiasm, until they saw some radical Tomie fans going to Echizen Ryoma's house to splash paint, She grabbed her coat and ran outside.

Shota Anda chattered on the other end of the phone: "Although Chairman Atobe has urgently controlled the field, you understand how terrifying the magic power of Master Tomie is."

Ryuzaki Sakura grasped the phone tightly, yes, she did understand better than anyone else.

If fans of ordinary idols are rare even if there are extreme fans, then there are only lunatics among the supporters of Tomie Kawakami. They are irrational and fanatical like cultists. Dissatisfied, those people's revenge is completely irrational and cannot be measured by normal people.

"Sakura no-chan thank me anyway~"

"what do you want?"

"Hey, Sakura Naochan, don't be so dark, don't you ever think that I will be happy with you and give selflessly?"

"...I don't know what you want, but if you watch the fire from the other side, you may burn yourself." She hung up the phone and got into a taxi.

Shota Anda on the other end of the phone showed a weird smile, and sighed to another being in the room, "It can't be helped, she won't be fooled."

To be honest, when he first met Sakurano Ryuzaki in college, he thought about pursuing this girl. After all, this type of woman is very suitable as a wife.

But, not long ago, he changed his mind.

"Sure enough, you are the best."

The boy's eyes were red, and he praised with an aria fanatical expression.

It was already dark, but there was a group of people gathered in front of the quiet temple in the past, Sakurano Ryuzaki saw the police car parked beside her, and her heart tightened.

Some onlookers whispered: "What happened?"

"It seems that a group of young people splashed paint on the door of Echizen's house and threw burning.burning.bottles."

"My God, no one was hurt."

"No, but has anyone offended their family?"

"Isn't there a tennis player from Echizen Ryoma who is his son? Could it be a competition dispute?"

"No way, athletes still get into this kind of thing?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not that you don't know, the sports circle is not clean now, and gambling and the like are very dirty."

"That's right, flies don't bite seamless eggs."

——"Actually, Ryuzaki-san is very fake. I was deceived by her before and became friends with her."

——"Ryuzaki-san, why are there so many students in the class, only you say that you have been bullied, and no one testifies to you, think about it yourself."

——"Ryuzaki, I'm a bit self-righteous, who would get into these things with a good student, after all, a slap can't be slapped."

"The person who doesn't know anything, and just speculates there is even more filthy."

The girl's voice was originally extremely gentle, but at the moment it was as cold as ice. After she finished speaking, she didn't bother to look at the faces of those gossipers, and walked forward without turning her head.

Most of the people who gossip are embarrassed, but some of them continue to mutter: "But if it's okay, there are so many athletes, why throw him away."

Because of encountering a mad dog, Sakurano Ryuzaki clenched the phone tightly, her wine-red eyes were as if frozen, and beneath the ice was a burning flame.

The original nameplate with the word "Echizen" was splashed with bloody paint, which stained her eyes red, and the burning bottle burned two-thirds of the wooden door black.

The huge "death" was placed across the center of the door, so dazzling that Ryuzaki Sakura couldn't help biting her lower lip.

——Exactly the same as the two words written on her locker back then.

She stood at the door, watching what Echizen Nanjiro was saying with his arms around Echizen Rinko's shoulders, her usual inconspicuous expression was rare and solemn, but she gently wiped away the tears from the woman's eyes.

Rinko Echizen seemed to have calmed down, took out her mobile phone to make a call, and vaguely heard words such as "appeal" and "yes, surveillance video".

Ryuzaki Sakura didn't know if she should go in now, she was a little anxious, because Echizen Ryoma was not there, the phone vibrated, she opened it irritably, but almost suffocated after seeing the letter.

"Oh, what should I do? If I don't stop it, Echizen-kun might be injured before the game like you, and he will never be able to play? By Tomie."

A photo was attached to the text message. The tall boy holding Carubin was hurrying back, not noticing a black car behind him.

As if falling into an ice cave, Ryuzaki Sakura's mind roared, and he replied tremblingly: "What do you want me to do, don't touch Ryoma-kun."

The reply over there was very quick: "Well, Sakura Naochan, I said it at the beginning, people must know themselves—"

"——Since it's garbage, you should obediently stay in the garbage dump."

She blinked her eyes, her eye sockets were dry, and quickly replied: "I know, I will never get close to Mr. Long Ma."

"Bingo, don't hate me, if you want to hate... just hate your dear Shi Xin-senpai~"

Ryuzaki Sakura was suffocated, walked outside, and typed in a hurry: "Please don't trouble Senior Sister Shi Xin, she and I are not close friends."

"Pfft, don't be self-righteous, Sakurano-chan, you are the poor guy who got involved in the game."

Those contemptuous words could not arouse her emotional change at all. When she wanted to reconfirm whether Fu Jiang would take action against Senior Shi Xin, the text message came again.

"Now, get out of there, I don't have much patience?"

"Hey, is it Miss Sakurano?"

The woman's gentle voice sounded from behind, Ryuzaki Sakura froze all over, without even thinking about it, she bowed deeply in the direction of the Echizen couple with her head muffled, and then ran away.

Echizen Rinko couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong with the little girl?"

Echizen Nanjiro scratched his hair, "I guess he came to see that brat Ryoma, he hasn't come back yet?"

Echizen Rinko frowned slightly: "I'll give him a call. It's late at night and we're on the other side. It's too dangerous for the little girl to be alone."

"Meow~" a lazy meow sounded.

"I'm back," Echizen Ryoma saw the miserable situation at the door at a glance, and it was the same as the picture Atobe sent him, "Tsk."

"Ryoma," Rinko Echizen breathed a sigh of relief, "The little girl just came, but she ran away suddenly for some reason."

Echizen Ryoma suddenly frowned: "Which direction is she going?" Throwing Karubin to the old man, he chased after the direction his mother pointed without looking back. While running, he took out his mobile phone and called her .

"The number you dialed is active—"

He continued to make calls, feeling a little flustered in his heart. The King of Monkey Mountain had just warned him to be careful of Tomie's neurotic fans attacking Ryuzaki Sakura.

"Oh shit."

Echizen Ryoma made a rare loud noise, remembering the obscene words of those lunatics on the forum, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

There were only two or three vehicles on the unknown road, and Ryuzaki Sakura stood there blankly for a while, then called Shi Xin with a crying voice: "Lord Xinshi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

If it wasn't for her, how could Mr. Longma and Mr. Xinshi be involved.

"It's okay," the gentle voice came not from the phone, but from behind, "I'm here."

Ryuzaki Sakura turned around and saw Shi Xin coming out of an alley. Rather than being puzzled, she was more relieved and burst into tears instantly: "If... if it is possible, I can go back on my word and accept your proposal ?"

That period of being slandered and ridiculed caught her mind again, isn't it the same? Starting from an inexplicable rumor, all evil thoughts fermented at a terrifying speed.

She didn't want him to do the same.

The light fell into the mire.

—It must be her fault.

The hung up phone rang again, she connected it dumbly, and heard Echizen Ryoma's anxious voice: "Hey, Ryuzaki, where are you now?"

She wiped away her tears, turned her choking into calm, and replied: "I met senior sister Shi Xin on my way home."

The other side seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good, you can go with senior sister... Don't worry about the matters on the forum, I will take care of it."

"I'm sorry," she suppressed for a long time before she stopped crying, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, why are you saying sorry? Those madmen and Kawakami should apologize for these things," Echizen Ryoma said softly, "Go back, take a good rest, and don't think about anything."

"Okay." Ryuzaki Sakura hung up the phone, looked up at Shi Xin who was walking towards her, and didn't notice the stains and blood on the white shirt of the other party with his trance-like gaze.

Shi Xin, who had been following her invisibly by the system, glanced at the alley, and there was a pile of [garbage] that had just been cleaned up and had been following the little girl. Given the little girl's current mental state, the reason for making a draft was completely unnecessary.

It has to be said that Fu Jiang's move is very powerful, and there is nothing more destructive than using the method used on the victim again on the person she cares about.

So bad, she wanted to shoot an arrow into his brain.

Ryuzaki Sakura's eyes were dull, like a suffering person drowning in endless nightmares, she kept murmuring: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The scene that she thought was forgotten kept surrounding her, just thinking about those things would happen to Mr. Longma, she felt as painful as being lingering.

Shi Xin sighed: "You can't help it, you can't help but think, 'If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be affected'."

-Typical post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after being bullied.

Many people don't understand or understand the destructiveness of bullying to a person, relying on the so-called kindness to chatter, "If you were stronger and fought back at the time, you wouldn't be bullied like this."

But this is not good, it is just a further evil, choking the bullied by the throat and making them strong.

Therefore, they will only suffer more and blame themselves more.

What's more, what Ryuzaki Sakura encountered was a lunatic who had no solution.

Shi Xin closed her eyes, tried her best to suppress the killing intent towards Tomie, and stretched out her hand to Ryuzaki Sakura: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ryuzaki Sakura raised her head, the woman's indifferent face did not have the slightest desire to measure others, neither sad nor happy.

Looking at her is like a mortal looking at the spider silk hanging down by the Buddha in order to save the world.

So, she finally grabbed that hand, as if as long as she did so, there would be a future where there would be no pain in front of her.