It's not my fault to be ugly

When Feng Dingkun rushed to the storage room, Jiang Linfei had the first student, but there were only two boys, and the rest were girls.Feng Dingkun was a little embarrassed to be watched by so many girls, but those girls were very generous and enthusiastic.One of the very beautiful girls came over, looked carefully at Feng Dingkun's face, and praised: "Student Feng Dingkun, can you tell us how you take care of your skin?"

"Hey?" Feng Dingkun didn't expect to be asked such a question, and was a little confused for a while.

"Okay, don't tease him." It was Jiang Linfei who relieved Feng Dingkun: "This is the vice president I mentioned to you, Lan Haiyuan."

"Hello." Feng Dingkun smiled.

Jiang Linfei introduced the other members to him one by one, and then said, "The information we found is here, please take a look."

Feng Dingkun took a few old newspapers from Jiang Linfei. It turned out to be the school newspaper from last year, which reported the news of the photography competition for middle school students in the city. The list of award-winning students was announced in the news, and Pei Fei's name was in it.

Below the newspaper is an old magazine run by the Photography Association, which published award-winning works. Feng Dingkun found Pei Fei's works, but he didn't know much about photography, so he couldn't see any style.But what can be determined from the information found is that Pei Fei's photography skills are very good.

"Could it be him?" Feng Dingkun squeezed the newspaper angrily: "What shall we do next?"

"Of course it is to find evidence."

That is to say, but it is not so easy to find evidence immediately, but at least there is a clue now.Feng Dingkun followed Jiang Linfei and the others out for dinner.Because the support club had just been established, Jiang Linfei and the others still had a lot of things to deal with, so Feng Dingkun went back to the dormitory alone.

There are not many students coming in and out downstairs of the dormitory, so the boy standing downstairs under the street lamp is particularly conspicuous.

Feng Dingkun caught a glimpse of his two long legs, his heart skipped a beat, then he glanced up, but the face was not the one he had been thinking about day and night, and he immediately sighed in his heart: It's not Lu Mingran!

He lowered his head and walked towards the dormitory floor intently, but was stopped by the boy: "Feng Dingkun, I have something to tell you."

Feng Dingkun frowned and looked at him, only then did he realize that this person was none other than the one they were still suspicious of this afternoon—Pei Fei.

Feng Dingkun instinctively resisted him, frowning and trying to avoid him, but Pei Fei took a step away to stop him.Only then did Feng Dingkun raise his eyes to look at him, and said indifferently: "Okay, you still dare to appear in front of me."

Pei Fei immediately showed shame, his ears turned red, and he said after a while: "I really have something to tell you."

"That's right, I have something to tell you too!"

Pei Fei and Feng Dingkun walked to the green garden not far from the dormitory building, Feng Dingkun asked, "What do you want to say?"

Pei Fei sat down on the stone bench, put his elbows on his knees, and looked up at Feng Dingkun: "The person who often talks to me at night is you, right?"

Feng Dingkun raised his eyebrows and nodded: "So you didn't know until now?"

Pei Fei's eyes were red, she stared at him fixedly, and asked hoarsely after a while, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't think it was me at all, did you?"

"...you lived with Ling Yuxin, I thought it was him." Pei Fei's hair was a little long, hanging down in front of his eyes, making his face unclear, like a gloomy and sick vampire: "If I knew it was you, I would never do that to you..."

"What's the use of talking about it now?" Feng Dingkun sneered: "If you knew you hurt me before, why are you secretly filming me now! Are you a pervert?!"

Pei Fei didn't speak, obviously acquiescing.

Feng Dingkun was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, his chest heaved violently a few times, he took a deep breath, and walked away.

"Ah, did he admit it just like that?" Jiang Linfei's voice came from the phone: "This candid photographer is so cunning, he doesn't seem like someone who would admit it so straightforwardly."

"It must be him! I'll go to the police tomorrow!"

"Hey, you have classes all day tomorrow, so you still have to work part-time in the afternoon, don't you?" Jiang Linfei thought for a while, "Lan Haiyuan and I will go to the police station together, so you should go part-time."

"Okay, then please."

In the afternoon, Feng Dingkun finished his class and rushed to the handicraft workshop where he worked.There were not too many people today, so he was able to chat with Xiang Ying during his break: "We have found the person who secretly took pictures of me!"

Xiang Ying's eyes widened, and the curly hair on her head trembled: "Yes, who is it?"

"Yes..." Feng Dingkun approached Xiang Ying and whispered in his ear, "Pei Fei!"

"What?" Turning to Yingwu Liuliu's black eyes: "How could it be him? Are you sure?"

"He admitted it himself!"

"Ah?" Xiang Ying exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, a guest came in, Feng Dingkun gave him a determined look, and went to entertain the guest.

I didn't expect that Zong Xinsheng brought a girl in tonight.Feng Dingkun was sure that he had falsely accused Lu Mingran, and spread the news that Lu Mingran was suspected by the police. He hated him so much that he didn't want to talk to him.Seeing him like this, Xiangying took the initiative to entertain Zong Xinsheng.

Zong Xinsheng glanced at Xiang Ying, and said impatiently: "You don't need to come, let Feng Dingkun come over."

Xiang Ying glanced at Feng Dingkun in embarrassment, and the latter came over helplessly, blocked Xiang Ying behind, and asked, "May I help you?"

"My girlfriend is your fan. She seems to be a member of your support club. Can you sign her?" The girlfriend Zong Xinsheng mentioned should be the girl he brought.

The girl pulled La Zong Xinsheng and told him not to do this.

"Sorry, we don't provide signature services in our store."

"No? Haha, don't come here. I have money, so I just want to make my girlfriend happy! Make a price!"

Feng Dingkun was speechless for a while, went to the front desk and found a pen to sign his name on, and handed it to Zong Xinsheng when he came back: "5000 yuan."

Zong Xinsheng was originally waiting for Feng Dingkun to stage a martyr drama where riches and powers cannot be promiscuous and mighty, but he did not expect him to offer 5000 yuan so simply, and he had nothing to say for a while.

The other customers in the store, as well as his girlfriend, Xiang Ying, and Feng Dingkun, looked at him with more than a dozen pairs of eyes, making him unable to get off the tiger. He reluctantly took out his wallet, only feeling that he was too aggrieved to spend the money, and it was completely out of his imagination. The pleasure of humiliating Feng Dingkun with money.

After Feng Dingkun accepted the money, he couldn't help but smile sincerely, and asked, "Is there anything else I need?"

Jiang Linfei and Lan Haiyuan followed behind the two police officers and knocked on the door of Pei Fei's dormitory.Although Pei Fei was a little surprised by the policeman's patronage, his expression and tone were very calm, probably due to his family background, which made him more knowledgeable than others, so that he would not be panicked when the police came to his door.

"What did I do?"

"You are suspected of secretly photographing Feng Dingkun, infringing on his privacy, portrait rights, and personal freedom rights. Come with us."

Jiang Linfei stood outside the interrogation room, looking at the people inside through the transparent glass.The chairs in the interrogation room were too narrow, and the table was too short. Pei Fei's long legs could only squeeze under the table, but his back was straight, and he didn't look embarrassed at all.

"You secretly photographed Feng Dingkun, do you admit it?"

"I admit it. But I have never used his photos for commercial purposes. If he minds, I can also remove the photo wall in the bedroom."

"You posted his picture on the campus forum without his permission, what should you say?"

"Post it on the campus forum?" Pei Fei raised his eyebrows: "I can't admit this, because I haven't done it before."

The interrogating police officer took out a few photos and put them in front of Pei Fei: "Please identify them carefully, are these photos from your hands?"

Pei Fei picked up the photos one by one and read them carefully. After at least 10 minutes, he put down the photos and nodded: "It's a good shot, and its level is higher than mine."

The police officer stared at him: "You won the first prize in the city's photography competition when you were in the second grade. Judging from your level of winning at that time, you are fully capable of taking these photos."

He took out two more photos: "This is a photo found in your darkroom. After comparison by experts, these two photos are 70.00% likely to be from the same person as the ones posted on the campus forum."

Pei Fei looked straight into the eyes of the police officer: "I can tell you that I didn't take the photo when I won the competition in the second grade. It's just that Lu Mingran was the president of the Photography Association at the time, and I didn't want to lose to him, so Just found the shooter."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the two photos he found in the dark room of the dormitory: the two photos taken at Yu Wenning's birthday party.

"I didn't take these two photos." He reached out and pointed at the person standing in the photo: "Excuse me, how can I take a picture of myself in the photo?"

Jiang Linfei's heart tightened. If Pei Fei wasn't the person who secretly took the photo, then the person who took the photo must be the person who helped Pei Fei in the competition in the first grade, and also the person who secretly took the photo at Yu Wenning's birthday party!

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