Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 50 Truth and Innocence

The next day, Song Jiawen heard that Jiang Yan and the others played a basketball game with Class [-] yesterday afternoon. A group of boys from Class [-] seemed to have been given a shot of blood, beating Class [-] to a pulp.

This has never happened before.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything about what happened after that, and the boys in the class didn't mention a word when they came back.

But the rumors are getting more and more intense. Even the first and second grade students are talking about the former school beauty who was in the third year of high school. Because of jealousy, she stole the painting of the current school beauty, which caused the current school beauty to be unable to participate in the painting competition in the provincial capital. This also made some He lost an opportunity to win a prize in the provincial capital.

The key is that the sophomore boy in high school who was the witness actually performed the whole process of Deng Tao tearing up Song Jiawen's painting live.

Class three and six in high school.

The second period in the afternoon was physical education class. As usual, the physical education teacher did not come because he had something to do. Everyone was free to move around as usual, but no one in the class went out, and the whole class was unusually quiet.

The monitor stood up and closed the back door, then motioned to the students in the front row to close the front door. Then he turned to look at Deng Tao, who was sitting across the aisle from him, with a serious look on his face, "Deng Tao, have you heard the rumors in the school? Can you?" Can’t you tell us, is it true?”

The whole class turned their heads and looked over.

The school did not impose any punishment on Deng Tao, nor did the class teacher mention it. However, wherever I went today, I could hear comments and comments about this incident, which made the students in Class [-] very unhappy.

As the school beauty and class beauty, Deng Tao also has excellent grades. People in the class see her as wearing a filter.Even though Song Jiawen was ranked first in grade, in their hearts, they were still incomparable to Deng Tao.

Therefore, their first reaction when hearing the rumors was that they were false.

"Monitor, you are asking too much."

Before Deng Tao could speak, a boy retorted dissatisfiedly, "That Song Jiawen came from a rural middle school. Her good grades can be said to be due to her own efforts, but does she have the guidance of a famous teacher for things like Chinese painting and sketching?"

"That's right, you don't know how many years Deng Tao has been studying painting. Even Song Jiawen also participated in the painting competition, but she can be Deng Tao's opponent? Is Deng Tao going to tear up her painting? Isn't this unnecessary?"

"That's it."

Several girls who usually had good relations with Deng Tao echoed.

The monitor frowned, "At first you looked down on other people's academic performance, but now?"

Several indignant boys and girls were instantly speechless.

But there was still one person who muttered unconvincedly, "But painting is different."

The squad leader ignored that person. He looked at Deng Tao, waiting for her answer.

Deng Tao had a straight face and cold eyes, "Since you believe the rumors outside, why bother asking me again?"

She was also suffering a lot today. People were pointing at her and whispering to her wherever she went.Several times I almost couldn't help but run to the first class and wanted to question Song Jiawen. Didn't he say that after taking 5000 yuan, the matter was over?

Now that he has gone back on his word and made the matter known to the whole school, why should he be so shameless?

But thinking about her father's instructions to her and the attitudes of the vice principal and Teacher Fang, she forced herself to endure it.

At this time, when he answered the monitor's words, there was obvious forbearance and grievance in his voice, which made all the boys in the class feel particularly distressed.

They were the most beautiful girls in the class, when had they ever been treated like this?

"unacceptable!"

A boy with a crew cut slammed his fist on the table. Thinking of how Jiang Yan and his group of people humiliated them yesterday afternoon made him even more intolerable.

"Let's go to class one."

The boy with a crew cut suddenly stood up from his seat, opened the back door and walked out with several boys.

<divclass="contentadv">The squad leader stood up and wanted to stop him, but before he could shout, several people had already run away.

He turned to look at Deng Tao, who was sitting as steady as a rock in his seat, holding a pen in his right hand, his head slightly lowered, as if he was studying the test paper seriously.

Can you still learn at this time?

For the first time, the monitor felt that Deng Tao was very good at pretending.

In order to prevent the matter from getting bigger, the monitor ran to the office to find the class teacher.

At the same time, several boys from Class [-] had already run to the door of Class [-] classroom.

When there are no main classes in the afternoon, most of them are self-study. A group of people have good grades and are self-conscious about their studies. At this time, except for the rustling of pens on paper, no one is chatting in the classroom.

"Song Jiawen!"

As soon as the boys arrived at the door of the classroom, they shouted loudly to Song Jiawen, who was sitting in the last row by the wall, "Is it you who spread the rumors slandering Deng Tao?"

This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Jiang Yan threw the pen on the table. Xiao Qi stood up and sneered at the boy with the crew cut, "I thought it was a fucking dog barking somewhere, Lu Jinglong."

"Xiao Qi, it's none of your business!"

Lu Jinglong glanced at Xiao Qi and Yu Hang who also stood up, looked at Song Jiawen with gloomy eyes, and sneered, "You don't think you can defeat Deng Tao with rumors just based on your face, do you? Song Jiawen, As a person, you must be self-aware. If it's not yours, it's not yours. No matter what tricks you play, it's useless."

"Well said," Jiang Yan almost applauded this idiot. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold, "So Lu Jinglong, you guys came to our class to complain about Deng Tao?"

Needless to say?

Lu Jinglong looked at Jiang Yan, wondering what the purpose of his knowingly asking was.

He explained his purpose, "Song Jiawen needs to apologize to Deng Tao and clarify the truth to the whole school at the radio station. She needs to clear Deng Tao's name!"

"The truth? Innocence? Ha!"

Several people said these words at the same time. Lu Jinglong glanced at the group of people. For some reason, he seemed to feel that all of them looked at him with sarcasm and ridicule.

Lu Jinglong's heart skipped a beat. How could a country bumpkin who had only been here for a month be protected like this by a group of people?

Until now, he has not had the slightest doubt about Deng Tao. He is paranoid that a group of people are blindly and without any bottom line protecting Song Jiawen.

"Everyone has heard clearly. Lu Jinglong and Team [-] want the truth and innocence. In this case, do we have to be kind enough to satisfy them?"

As soon as Jiang Yan finished speaking, Zhu Zhen, who had always been taciturn, was the first to express his stance, "We must be satisfied. As the monitor, I can testify for classmate Song Jiawen."

Xu Yan stood up and said, "Lu Jinglong, I am an art student. I know the truth better than anyone else. Of course, you can also choose not to believe it. Then I can take you to see Teacher Fang. You can't help but believe what the teacher says." ?Do you still think that Teacher Fang is also targeting Deng Tao?

In the painting competition, because Deng Tao secretly took Song Jiawen's painting, she and I are the only finalists in the school. However, because of what she did, Teacher Fang refused to take her to the finals.

This is not a secret. You can ask about it or ask your class teacher directly. He will know. "

One more!

I was stuck on the road for too long yesterday, so I'm a little tired today, but I won't miss two more nights.