Fu Mingxuan sent several messages in the grade group.
Lu Zhen never used social apps, and he never appeared in any of the groups. Today, he finally showed up, and Fu Mingxuan was ecstatic.
[Brother Zhen has come forward, everyone stop posting and let the previous posts sink.]
After sending this, she quit and went to the forum. Strangely, her post that had been hot just moments ago was suddenly cold. No replies.
So Fu Mingxuan sent one more:
323l: Kick! Such a good post isn't allowed to sink!
The moment she sent it, she felt something was off with the interface. Xing Lan suddenly messaged her:
"Xuan Xuan, don't kick it!!! The forum has real names now!!!"
Rumble! Like a bolt from the blue—
Fu Mingxuan looked at the screen and froze. Her name was there. Right under her post!
How could this be? How could a good anonymous forum suddenly become real-name? And what she had said in the group and in the post—did everyone see it?
Fu Mingxuan panicked but comforted herself: Lu Zhen only asked who posted; it probably wouldn't matter to him. He wouldn't care about such trivial things, right?
But with the forum real-name feature on, no one dared to reply. The post exploded after the grade group reopened anonymity, and Fu Mingxuan's post gradually sank. She let out a long sigh of relief—
Until she refreshed, and the post shot back to the top.
Someone had replied.
The entire school was watching. Posts appeared one after another:
324l (Lu Zhen): [email protected] (Fu Mingxuan, the host) Are you a fool?
The post stayed silent for a minute, then—
325l (Tan Ke): Sorry hahahahahahaha326l (Song Zhaolin): Sorry for me too hahahahahahaha327l (Jiang Yan): As I said long ago, it's unethical to post others' transcripts.
The anonymous group went wild:
[Fucking brother tore it directly!!!!][So handsome, ahhhhhhh!][Look at her, little white rabbit torn apart, two-faced, tut tut][Fu Mingxuan always wanted Brother Jing to remember her name—finally he did, hahahaha]
Fu Mingxuan tried to pull in some friends to help her, but within minutes, it became uncontrollable. Her friends didn't dare speak.
First, she got criticized by someone she liked. Then laughed at by countless others. After several face changes, Fu Mingxuan finally cried on her bed.
Meanwhile, Chu Qiuqiu, seeing the forum blow up, was grateful she had only sent the photo to Fu Mingxuan, not posted herself. But she panicked, realizing what was spreading in the building, and began reporting madly.
But the fire she lit burned on her anyway.
Someone commented in the anonymous group:
[No one noticed? If Fu Mingxuan is a delicate little white lotus, Chu Qiuqiu is a flourishing white lotus!]
[Image]
The first post: Don't laugh at my sister, I will definitely help her!The second post: Don't pretend to be a master if your studies are poor.
Together, it was face-slapping.
[Collapsing… always feels like Chu Qiuqiu is elegant][Usually she's a bitch… boys can't see it][So Chu Qiuqiu never really accepted her sister? Everything's superficial][White lotus is so much worse]
Someone added:
[I think you missed something important. Where did the transcript come from?]
All ridicule that was aimed at Chu Yin half an hour ago was now shifting to Chu Qiuqiu.
Seeing people start tracing the transcript, Chu Qiuqiu panicked. She usually cared about her image and acting like a wealthy daughter—but this time, all her care for Chu Yin had backfired.
Chu Qiuqiu (panicking) chose to play dead, hoping neither her brother nor Chu Yin were watching, and that the incident would fade.
But her phone lit up. A note from her brother Chu Shi:
[Apologize to Xiao Yin tomorrow, then I'll tell our parents the truth.]
Her brother sided with Chu Yin?!
Chu Qiuqiu's heart froze.
The incident happened late at night. Most of the "melon-eaters" dispersed, leaving only a few in the anonymous group.
[Anyone here? I didn't dare ask during the day—Brother Zhen protecting that hillbilly?][Fuck, can you really change someone?][Also!!!][I'm so envious, willing to be scolded as long as Brother Zhen speaks for me.][Neuropathy]
The next day
Senior third, International Class.
Gu Qiuze leaned on Chu Shi's table, drinking coffee: "So how did my sister react?"
"No reaction," Chu Shi said, pointing at the table. "But it hurts very much."
He knew where the transcript came from. But Chu Yin hadn't shown any sadness, nor had she defended herself in the post.
Gu Qiuze sighed softly: "Yes… the hidden forum allows viciousness to spread."
Yesterday's explosion online was immense. Gu Qiuze had only learned of it today and worried about Chu Yin—the little girl looked gentle, obedient, and would not fight back if bullied.
Chu Shi frowned, standing: "Go check on her."
Gu Qiuze followed consciously.
Lu Zhen, meanwhile, was downstairs in the second-year international class, thinking the same thing.
It was because of him. That girl… Chu Yin. He knew her name yesterday.
He remembered her piercing eyes and thought aimlessly—would a good student like her cry if scolded? She hadn't defended herself in the post.
Tan Ke beside him was carrying his clothes: "Brother Ying, going to play ball?"
Lu Zhen shook his head, got up, and walked toward Class 5. Around the corner, he saw her.
Still in a large school uniform, standing by the window, swaying slightly. Pedestrians passed, some glancing at the center of yesterday's topic, but she remained unaffected.
Lu Zhen paused, bought a Sweet Cow milk from the vending machine, bent to pick it up, and turned to see Gu Qiuze speaking to Chu Yin. Gu Qiuze touched her head gently.
Chu Yin, still masked, hugged her book and nodded obediently twice. She didn't understand what Gu Qiuze said, yet she laughed.
Lu Zhen watched from a distance, then glanced at the can in his hand, chuckled, and dropped it into the trash accurately before leaving.
Isn't talking to others normal?
After Chu Yin's big vote in the forum, she didn't check the results. Judging from Chu Qiuqiu's embarrassment and Fu Mingxuan not asking for leave, it seemed to have worked.
Many in Class 5 glanced at her awkwardly, the words once hidden now public, and the feeling of shame like someone had stripped their dignity.
Chu Yin didn't care, continuing her studies.
Her brothers, sensing the injustice, came after class and spoke carefully to her. Chu Yin smiled faintly, warming her heart.
"When my parents return, I'll tell them," Chu Shi said, gently touching her head. "Then Qiuqiu will formally apologize."
"Don't worry. Your brothers will protect you."
Gu Qiuze also reached out, finding her hair soft. No wonder Chu Shi liked touching little girls' heads. Chu Yin nodded.
But Chu Shi quickly swatted Gu Qiuze's hand away.
"I haven't had my share yet!"
Gu Qiuze and Chu Yin exchanged confused glances.
Chu Yin smiled, unfazed. Her apology to Chu Qiuqiu was optional. There were thousands of ways to handle Chu Qiuqiu—some more exciting than others, depending on her mood.
And she never forgot the culprit—if not for Lu Zhen, none of this would have happened!
In the evening, Chu Yin finished the major historical topic for the system layout.
History was trickier than math—cause, root, influence, and full coverage tested logical thinking. If one answer was missing, the system wouldn't accept it. After a day of work, she completed it.
"Dip—the historical topic is complete. Unlock the next script and permission to [change the word]."
Chu Yin held the light pen happily. Xue Ji watched her, knowing she had worked hard.
It was late at night.
Lu Zhen wasn't asleep, restless and irritable. He remembered the faint scent he had smelled, lit a lamp, and asked the butler to get aromatherapy. Not perfect, but better than nothing.
Chu Yin saw this in the script and smiled faintly:
[He lit the scented candle, the candlelight was faint, the scent refreshing. After a long time, Lu Zhen finally slept.]
She didn't know what scent he preferred, but she could give him an unforgettable night.
Her dark eyes rolled as she tapped the system: "Chicken—an idiom like 'please refreshing' counts as a word."
Xue Ji confirmed it. Chu Yin licked her lips, crossed out "Qing Renxin," and wrote:
"Smelly Fish, Rotten Shrimp."
"The colloquialism counts too," she clapped.
Early morning.
Lu Zhen woke suffocating, the night quiet, moonlight bright.
The stench of fish and rot choked him. After a few seconds, he sat up, silent in the empty bed, wondering if he had been turned into canned seafood.