I am him [Comprehensive]

As soon as he heard the word "freshman", Arthit's head couldn't help but ache.

The person who had been deliberately ignoring him for the whole night was somehow connected with him in the end.

Arthit subconsciously rejected it in his heart, but still had to watch it.

That post didn't mention names, from the title to the content, the whole article referred to a resigned instructor from the School of Engineering—as if there was a second person to the resigned instructor.

"As a teacher and senior, but because of personal grievances, he has been targeting a certain junior. Such a person resigning is a good thing for all first-year students. I hope his resignation can be somewhat sincere. If he wants to leave, he will leave simply and never come back. , we don't need this kind of coach who avenges our personal hatred for first-year students. I hope that this senior can take care of himself in the future. As for the reason why the coach and senior have been bullying the juniors, I don't know if you have guessed some of them. Anyway, I have seen him confront him in private Then my junior's boyfriend shed tears. Could it be because of jealousy? If this is the reason, it's really disgusting. Please respect yourself, senior."

Originally, the rumors of Arthit targeting M were rampant, but many people felt that the targeting was unreasonable. Most people listened to it as gossip, and not many people believed it seriously.

Now this post undoubtedly found an excellent reason for his targeting.

The post was posted last night, and it has already become hot by a group of juniors. Although there are some senior students who reply to the post to help Arthit defend, but in front of those fierce juniors , this argument seems a bit inconspicuous.

And this post seems to have become an outlet for first-year students to vent their dissatisfaction. Many freshmen from other departments have also taken the opportunity to post complaints in the forum, but in just one day, the atmosphere in the school forum has been fired. It seems that the instructor team and the first-year students suddenly stood on two opposite sides on this day.

It would be fine if it was just his post, since he has already resigned anyway, and everyone will be attracted by other gossip after discussing it for a few days.

But at present, such a large-scale washout of annuals, I'm afraid it can't be fooled by ignorance.

In order to avoid those two people, he had already resigned without hesitation, why did so many things still come to him?

Arthit also drank some wine tonight, I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle and being blown by the night wind, his bones all ached a little.

The remarks in the post completely turned black and white, but he didn't even want to defend himself.

Do you want to tell people that in fact, he is not the boyfriend who covets the junior, and that the so-called junior is the third party who intervenes?

He can't afford to lose that person.

Losing is lost, so why open this wound again in front of everyone.

No one would care if he was dripping with blood. For bystanders, even if he told everything from beginning to end, it was just to provide more gossip for everyone.

No one cares about the truth.

"What's the matter with you, this moderator is for nothing? You actually let this post float for a day and a night before you found it!" Just after arriving at Tuta's residence, Not couldn't help but get angry.

Tuta also looked guilty: "It's a big weekend, who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen... It was too late to go crazy with Bright last night, and I only woke up when I received a call from the teacher in the afternoon asking me to delete the post."

"Teacher..." Not pointed at him helplessly, unable to speak.

Arthit sighed: "Okay, it's not Tuta's fault, it's clearly coming for me, it's impossible to guard against."

Hearing him speak for herself, Tuta was immediately grateful, and looked at Arthit flatteringly: "I just deleted all those messy posts related to you! Not a single one left!"

Not was still sulking from the side: "Yes, I deleted it after the teacher reminded me."

Tuta's smile froze instantly.

Arthit wanted them to skip this topic, shook his head at Not, and asked: "Will you delete the post like this, will it arouse the resentment of the juniors? I think the atmosphere in the forum today is very tense. Forcibly deleting posts, I'm afraid it will make their rebellious psychology even more inflated?"

The current situation is no longer as simple as the personal conflict between Arthit and M, the entire training atmosphere has become tense because of the provocation of this post.

When Arthit thought of what he was about to face next, his brain ached.

Arthit already felt very ashamed when Kongphop saw him shed tears, but he didn't expect to let others see the situation at that time.

Fortunately, the place where they were standing was dark enough, otherwise, if someone took a video and posted it on the Internet, he would probably drop out of school and go home.

"Don't worry, the teacher has already considered this issue, so when he asked me to delete the posts, I left some posts with more pertinent statements." Tuta replied comfortingly, "Anyway, the matter has reached this point, even if they don't delete them, their rebellion The psychology is already serious enough. I can’t let me hold the authority in my hand and watch them spitting blood, right? How can you say that seeing Arthit cry, some people believe such false words, are those people stupid?”

Seeing his righteous indignation, Arthit's expression is unavoidably a little unnatural.

Of course, Not believed that Arthit would cry to a junior.

He waved his hands impatiently, and said to Tuta, "Did the teacher just ask you to delete the post? Didn't he say anything else?"

Tuta's resentment subsided immediately, and he stammered his answer: "Of course not, the teacher also said... let us go to his office for a meeting tomorrow. But it's okay, he didn't tell Arthit to go too."

Arthit's heart tensed up.

In the past two years at school, the teachers have always favored him.

Because of such rumors, it is not a glorious thing to be summoned by the teacher. This time, he also saved enough face for Arthit.

But this preference made Arthit feel even more uncomfortable.

The teacher trusted him so much, and he not only resigned the instructor because of personal matters, but now he has caused such trouble.

Nine times out of ten, the teacher will also be reprimanded for this incident.

"Tomorrow... I'll go with you." Arthit whispered.

Not rejected him without hesitation: "No."

After finishing speaking, he realized that his tone was too blunt, so he sighed, and continued: "The teacher didn't let you go, it was for your own sake, don't disappoint his kindness. Just wait for our news. "

Not turned to look at Tuta again: "Who is the person who posted, have you found it?"

Tuta nodded: "Does this need to be said? Of course I checked it immediately. The ID of the post is a small account. I just registered last night. However, I screened out the large account that used the same IP as him. "

Tuta glanced at Arthit, hesitated to speak.

Arthit's heart skipped a beat, but he still couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"That big one was registered after the freshmen enrolled, and its name is... 0062."