Don't think of rebirth.

The boy said slowly, "Because the girls like me very much, and the boys said I was pretending to be cute and disgusting, so they cut me with a knife..."

"Has the wound been disinfected? Has the injection been given?" Gu Qinghuan interrupted him.

The boy still smiled: "It's a freshly unpacked ceramic knife. It won't infect you with tetanus. By the way, I hate injections."

Gu Qinghuan wanted to pull him, but was afraid of tearing his wound: "Come with me, I'll take you to see the president of the Student Union."

She walked quickly to the front of the office building and entered the access code - good, the code had not been changed. Then she asked the boy to follow her and took the elevator directly to the sixth floor. She found the president's office and knocked on the door.

A voice came from behind the door, "Come in", and Gu Qinghuan opened the door: "Hello, I'm Gu Qinghuan from Class 3 of Grade 1. A student was bullied, and I'm here with him to report it to the Student Union."

The boy followed her and imitated her: "Hello, I'm Xia He from Class 1."

The boy standing in the office was the one who had just walked in front of Gu Qinghuan. She only saw his face now.

The boy wore a pair of black-framed glasses and his hair was meticulously groomed. Rather than being cold, he looked expressionless.

He was holding a pile of folders in his arms, and seemed to be about to put them on the bookshelf. When he saw Gu Qinghuan and Xia He coming in, his expression did not change at all. He just looked calmly at Xia He who was hiding behind Gu Qinghuan: "You were bullied in school?"

Xia He's smile did not fade, and she did not look like she was being bullied at all: "Yes, it's me."

To Gu Qinghuan's surprise, after seeing Xia He clearly, the president sighed heavily, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "You again?"

Huh? Gu Qinghuan looked at Xia He in surprise, and the latter blinked innocently.

The president put his hand on his forehead and said to Gu Qinghuan, "What grade do you think he is in?"

No way? Gu Qinghuan's mouth twitched: "Could it be... the second year of high school?"

"That's right." The president's answer shattered Gu Qinghuan's fluke mentality, "He has often said that he was bullied since the first grade. Including you, there are already seven students who have been deceived by him."

Gu Qinghuan covered his forehead with his hands, then put his hands down and looked at Xia He: "Give me your hand."

Xia He obediently stretched out her left arm.

Gu Qinghuan grabbed Xia He's arm, carefully examined the blood scabs, and tried to scrape the edge with his fingernails.

The transparent tape curled up.

Gu Qinghuan tore off a layer of extremely realistic scar stickers bit by bit.

She held the sticker between two fingers, her expression indescribable.

Xia He stuck out her tongue: "Yeah."

"Ah" what "ah"! Gu Qinghuan crumpled the sticker into a ball.

The president said: "You can see that he is not injured at all, he is just playing a prank..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qinghuan had already grabbed Xia He's other arm.

She looked down at the scar and didn't notice the president's surprised expression. Xia He's smile instantly changed from innocent and cute to excited as if she had discovered something rare.

This time, the nail did not scrape off any tape, but instead scraped off a small piece of blood scab.

Gu Qinghuan was startled, and after confirming that the wound had healed properly and no more blood had seeped out, he whispered "sorry" and then turned to look at the president.

"This is a real wound." Gu Qinghuan said, "I don't know if it's a wound left by bullying or something like that, but, in this case, the student union should intervene, right?"

The president was silent for a moment, then said, "I will investigate it thoroughly. Gu Qinghuan, right? You can go back first, Xia He, you stay."

When Gu Qinghuan walked out of the office building, he felt a little dazed.

What was she doing here? To ask how to join the student union, to see if she could find the president as a backer - but why did it turn out like this!

So, did this mean she was kicked out? Did she leave a good impression on the president?

Gu Qinghuan rubbed his temples and decided to go and discuss it with Qin Min first.

Cheerful humming could be heard from the president's office on the sixth floor.

The "President" who was talking to Gu Qinghuan had a headache at this moment. He put the folder in his arms on the table and sighed deeply: "This is the first time..."

Xia He hummed a tune as she walked to the desk and threw herself into a comfortable chair.

He leaned on the armrests, and tapped his fingers nimbly on them as he hummed, as if he was playing the piano.

"Xiaobai, you lose~" Xia He smiled brightly.

"I have the name 'Bai Hanshan', please don't call me 'Xiaobai'." Bai Hanshan pushed his glasses, "I will abide by the bet and do the work of the president for you when you don't want to do it."

He looked at Xia He's scarred right arm and hesitated to ask, but Xia He had already raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her smile devoid of warmth: "Xiao Bai, don't meddle in other people's business."

"...I understand." Bai Hanshan looked away.

He always thought that this was just a game played by Xia He to test people's hearts. He had also seen Xia He putting scar stickers on her arms. But when he thought about it carefully, every time he saw it, Xia He only put it on her left arm.

However, the most unexpected one is the girl named Gu Qinghuan, right?

He knew he was being fooled, but he guessed that the scar on Xia He's arm was fake, and even proved his guess through his actions.

Why didn't he give up to the point of checking Xia He's other arm?

Xia He took out her cell phone from her pocket and continued to hum a song while sending messages to Qin Min.

Xia He: [(o^^o)?]

Qin Min: [Have you seen it? ]

Xia He: [I like her! I like her very much!]

Qin Min: [She is not a toy. ]

Xia He: [(｀Δ′)! What I found! It’s mine! ]

Xia He: [Once she joins the student union, you won’t be able to control her! ]

Qin Min had a headache. Although according to his idea, Gu Qinghuan should be able to win Xia He's favor, but the current situation seemed a little beyond his expectations?

Qin Min: [What did she do to make you like her so much? ]

Xia He: [?(????)? I won’t tell you! ]

Qin Min was too lazy to continue arguing with this childish guy. Just then, Gu Qinghuan's message came over, so he simply went to listen to what Gu Qinghuan had to say.

Perhaps there was too much to say, and Gu Qinghuan thought typing was too slow, so he sent several voice messages of more than 50 seconds each.

As Qin Min listened, he wanted to hold his forehead with his hand.

In the past, Xia He relied on his deceptive appearance to deceive many people. Now he is even using the same trick on Gu Qinghuan. Only someone like her who is not in the circle would be fooled.

However, when Qin Min heard that Gu Qinghuan discovered that the scar on Xia He's other arm was real, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Hasn't he gotten over his self-harming habits yet?

Qin Min switched to Xia He's chat box and wanted to type something, but finally gave up.

According to Gu Qinghuan, Xia He now only has scratches on his arm, which is much better than a few years ago. It is better to leave the professional matters to the psychologist.

He returned to Gu Qinghuan's chat box and comforted her: [I asked him, he is very satisfied with you and will contact you soon.]

Gu Qinghuan: [Really? I found a backer? It's that simple?]

Qin Min: [Well, you have to have confidence in yourself. ]

Gu Qinghuan put away his phone, still a little bit unbelieving, and couldn't help but poke the system: [System, you didn't embezzle my future luck again, right? ]

The system looked at the information about Xia He displayed in the background and replied with mixed feelings: [No.]

It underestimated its host. No, it was mainly because of her way of thinking, which most people don't have.

System question: [Why did you check Xia He's other arm after discovering the sticker? ]

[Because he only stretched out one arm to me. When he first told me that he was being bullied, he stretched out both arms. I felt that he was deliberately avoiding me.] Gu Qinghuan answered.

【Just because of this?】The system cannot understand.

[Yes, if you have doubts, you have to confirm it. It won’t take much time.] Gu Qinghuan shrugged.

[It would be best if it was fake, but what if it was real? I don’t want to miss this possibility.]

[As long as I spend a few more minutes, I may change the fate of others. Nothing is more cost-effective than this. ]