Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

The group couldn't seem to connect her with the girl in the photo.

Although Mo Jiu was well-known at school, she was neat and clean. Although she didn't have a good relationship with girls, she had a good reputation among the boys.

Coupled with her pure and beautiful face, her pitiful background but her stubbornness that never gave up on herself, the boys have long regarded her as the goddess in their hearts.

However, such a thing happened to their goddess...

Mo Jiu ignored the gazes of his surroundings and walked to the bulletin board from the path revealed by the crowd.

On the bulletin board, several photos were posted on it.

She dressed up enchantingly and entered the trump card gate, greeted Lin Ruo's colleague familiarly, and entered room 3003, and there was even a picture of her actively kissing the man last night!

A few photos vividly distort the facts of yesterday.

Mo Jiu clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

She calmly stepped forward and tore off the photo with all her might, but the photo was glued to it, and she had to pick it off bit by bit!

Her face is calm, and only those who are familiar with her can notice that her fingers are trembling slightly, which shows that she is extremely angry!

The angrier you get, the calmer you get.

Mo Jiu picks out the photos bit by bit.

"Bah! Why are you pretending to be noble!"

In the crowd, I don't know who started it.

"Tsk tsk, if something like this happens to me, I will definitely be beaten to death by my father! How shameless!"

"What do you know, people have no father or mother, and they live freely!"

"Even if all the photos are cut out, it can't change the established facts!"

"So dirty!"

Mo Jiu's hand finally stopped.

She straightened her back, and with such a movement, the surrounding discussions disappeared immediately. After all, no one dared to offend her fist.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed.

Yes, even if you tear off the photo, can you deny what happened yesterday?

She is indeed dirty.

Anyway, she has no father or mother, and no one cares about her, and no one will be angry or sad for her. Does she have to make trouble with herself?

Laughing heartlessly, she no longer bothered with those photos, threw the debris in her hands into the trash can, and walked towards the classroom, ignoring the pointing behind her.

Over the years, she has long been used to being alone.

She missed her class all morning, and she needed to make up for it during her lunch break.

Just two steps away, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me: "Mo Jiu!"

The clear and warm voice is like the spring wind, making people feel extremely comfortable.

The moment the sound came out, the tip of Mo Jiu's nose felt sour, and his eye sockets ached.

Turning around, Han Chaoyang stood there, he was as gentle as sunshine, and was once the only ray of sunshine that could shine into Mo Jiu's heart.

But at this moment, the sun's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was also wearing a school uniform. His clothes were so clean and gentle, so pleasing to the eye.

But now, this gentleness doesn't belong to me anymore.

Mo Jiu pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "What's the matter?"

The tone is distant and indifferent.

Han Chaoyang walked over step by step, his slender body was like a beautiful boy who came out of an anime, he came to Mo Jiu, suddenly reached out to hold her shoulder, and said emotionally: "Mo Jiu, tell me, those are all fake. As long as you tell me, I will believe it."

As long as you tell me, I will believe it.

Mo Jiu's eyes blurred, and he suddenly remembered the first sentence Han Chaoyang said to himself.The group couldn't seem to connect her with the girl in the photo.

Although Mo Jiu was well-known at school, she was neat and clean. Although she didn't have a good relationship with girls, she had a good reputation among the boys.

Coupled with her pure and beautiful face, her pitiful background but her stubbornness that never gave up on herself, the boys have long regarded her as the goddess in their hearts.

However, such a thing happened to their goddess...

Mo Jiu ignored the gazes of his surroundings and walked to the bulletin board from the path revealed by the crowd.

On the bulletin board, several photos were posted on it.

She dressed up enchantingly and entered the trump card gate, greeted Lin Ruo's colleague familiarly, and entered room 3003, and there was even a picture of her actively kissing the man last night!

A few photos vividly distort the facts of yesterday.

Mo Jiu clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

She calmly stepped forward and tore off the photo with all her might, but the photo was glued to it, and she had to pick it off bit by bit!

Her face is calm, and only those who are familiar with her can notice that her fingers are trembling slightly, which shows that she is extremely angry!

The angrier you get, the calmer you get.

Mo Jiu picks out the photos bit by bit.

"Bah! Why are you pretending to be noble!"

In the crowd, I don't know who started it.

"Tsk tsk, if something like this happens to me, I will definitely be beaten to death by my father! How shameless!"

"What do you know, people have no father or mother, and they live freely!"

"Even if all the photos are cut out, it can't change the established facts!"

"So dirty!"

Mo Jiu's hand finally stopped.

She straightened her back, and with such a movement, the surrounding discussions disappeared immediately. After all, no one dared to offend her fist.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath, feeling extremely depressed.

Yes, even if you tear off the photo, can you deny what happened yesterday?

She is indeed dirty.

Anyway, she has no father or mother, and no one cares about her, and no one will be angry or sad for her. Does she have to make trouble with herself?

Laughing heartlessly, she no longer bothered with those photos, threw the debris in her hands into the trash can, and walked towards the classroom, ignoring the pointing behind her.

Over the years, she has long been used to being alone.

She missed her class all morning, and she needed to make up for it during her lunch break.

Just two steps away, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me: "Mo Jiu!"

The clear and warm voice is like the spring wind, making people feel extremely comfortable.

The moment the sound came out, the tip of Mo Jiu's nose felt sour, and his eye sockets ached.

Turning around, Han Chaoyang stood there, he was as gentle as sunshine, and was once the only ray of sunshine that could shine into Mo Jiu's heart.

But at this moment, the sun's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was also wearing a school uniform. His clothes were so clean and gentle, so pleasing to the eye.

But now, this gentleness doesn't belong to me anymore.

Mo Jiu pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "What's the matter?"

The tone is distant and indifferent.

Han Chaoyang walked over step by step, his slender body was like a beautiful boy who came out of an anime, he came to Mo Jiu, suddenly reached out to hold her shoulder, and said emotionally: "Mo Jiu, tell me, those are all fake. As long as you tell me, I will believe it."

As long as you tell me, I will believe it.

Mo Jiu's eyes blurred, and he suddenly remembered the first sentence Han Chaoyang said to himself.