Su Luan looked through the comments under the post, and almost all of them were criticizing Song Jing, and some of the words were even offensive.
[Such people should get out of our experimental middle school and ruin the reputation of our experimental middle school.]
[Wow! One woman dominates four men at night, it’s a bit exciting! 】
【Is this woman a chicken? 】
[Excuse me, young lady, do you still need a boyfriend? I don’t mind sharing a room with other people!]
【This girl is beautiful, so hard to watch!】
"Fuck these people!!" Su Luan's face darkened, and he cursed when he saw the comments below.
These people were concerned that this was a campus forum and chose to remain anonymous when posting curse words, not knowing who sent them.
"Brother Luan, what should we do now?" the fat man asked.
"Ask management to delete the post."
"Okay, I'll go find the forum manager right now." Fatty usually made a lot of friends, so he immediately contacted a forum manager.
[Brother, help me delete the posts about Song Jing in the forum. I’ll treat you to dinner later.]
[Brother Xin, it’s not that I won’t help you, I don’t have permission to delete this post, only Liu Ding can delete it.] The reply over there was quick.
The fat man frowned, "Push Liu Ding's friend to me."
The other party quickly pushed Liu Ding's friend's business card over, [Brother Xin, I think it's useless for you to find Liu Ding. Liu Ding has liked Lin Banhua since junior high school. Now that Lin Banhua has been wronged, Liu Ding is eager to take his place.
Lin Banhua is so angry that it is impossible to delete the post.】
After reading the reply, Fatty added Liu Ding as a friend, but the other party didn't even get approved as a friend.
"Damn!" Fatty put down his phone, "Brother Luan, Liu Ding refused to add me as a friend. This grandson must have a hand in this!"
Su Luan took out his phone with a sullen face and replied under the comment.
[If I ever see anyone scolding Song Jing even one word, I will tell him not to come to school again!]
“Let the admin pin my comment to the top.”
The fat man immediately followed the instructions. The administrator could not delete the post, but he could pin the comment to the top. Su Luan's comment was pinned to the top immediately.
Su Luan was in Experimental Middle School. He had been a school bully since junior high school. He didn't talk much, and he basically didn't take the initiative to cause trouble or bully his classmates. However, he once slapped a teacher in the head, and everyone knew that he really pissed him off.
He dares to do anything.
As soon as this comment was posted to the top, those who anonymously criticized Song Jing did stop a lot.
At this time, the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon. The math teacher came into the classroom with the materials. The fat man sat back down in his seat for class.
Su Luan looked at the comment area again, then put away his phone and turned to look at Song Jing next to him.
Song Jing was still lying on the table and sleeping heavily.
Su Luan clenched his fists. Although he had just met Song Jing, his first instinct was always very accurate. He never believed that Song Jing was such a bad person.
One class seems to be enough time for the incident to continue to ferment.
Soon, there was another anonymous post on the forum, in which the scores of many Song Jing exams were posted. The scores for all subjects added up were still in single digits. This score could no longer be said to be bad, but incredible.
The comments below the post were full of ridicule, and some people even asked Song Jing how he managed to get a total score of no more than ten points in both math and science.
After the fourth period, school was over. Su Luan gently touched Song Jing's elbow and said, "Song Jing, school is over."
Song Jing frowned and stood up. His aura was still low, but he was obviously much more energetic than in the morning.
"Sister Jing, you have finally woken up. You don't know that you were almost torn to pieces on our school forum!" The fat man immediately turned around, "Sister Jing, what is your relationship with Lin Yan?
"
"It doesn't matter." Song Jing took out her phone. There were many unread messages on her phone. She saw a name with a special note and clicked on the message.
[Xiao Jing, are you busy now? Uncle has something to ask you for help.]
[After you finish your work, can you call uncle back? 】
Song Jing picked up his backpack and stood up. Su Luan handed her a bag lying next to her, "Your school uniform."
"Thank you." Song Jing casually took the bag, pressed out the address book, and walked out of the classroom.
"Sister Jing, aren't you interested in the things that smear you on our forum?" The fat man was a little dumbfounded.
No matter who it is, as long as they hear something related to themselves, they will at least pay a little attention to it.
But Song Jing didn't even raise his eyelids. He didn't seem to pay any attention to the so-called being smeared on the forum and about to be quartered.
How can I put it? It’s cool!
It seems that this kind of thing is like a child playing house in the eyes of his sister Jing. It is so trivial that it is not worthy of her even paying attention.
The fat man was in awe, "Brother Luan, Sister Jing doesn't care about this matter, so do we still care about it?"
"No matter!" Su Luan said with a serious face, "Song Jing doesn't care, and she can't let others pour dirty water on her. I remember Lin Yan has a younger brother in the elementary school, right?"
"Brother Luan, when did you pay attention to Lin Banhua's affairs?" The fat man was surprised.
"I'm tired of paying attention to what she is doing. I just met her once by chance." Su Luan also picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom, "Let's go to the elementary school to find Lin Yan's younger brother. Just ask him and you will naturally know that Song Jing is with
What kind of relationship does the Lin family have?"
After Song Jing left the teaching building, he dialed the phone number in his address book. The phone only rang twice before he picked up the phone.
"Xiao Jing!"
"Uncle Zhai, what happened?"
"Xiao Jing, are you done?" The voice on the other end of the phone was elegant and upright. People who often read Haicheng news will not be unfamiliar with this voice. You can tell that the owner of this voice is Haicheng.
Zhai Zhengqing, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.
"Well, get out of class is over." Song Jing's voice was less cold than usual and a little more friendly, "Uncle Zhai, just tell me what happened."
"Xiao Jing, you are about to take the college entrance examination now and you are very busy. I shouldn't have asked you about this matter, but I really can't think of any other way but to trouble you." Zhai Zhengqing's voice sounded a little anxious, "
I want to ask you to help save someone."
"Save who?"
"My wife." Zhai Zhengqing sighed slightly, "Xiao Jing, do you still remember my teacher? He went to your house with me once when you were a child and even hugged you."
"Uncle Zhai, you mean Grandpa Han?" Zhai Zhengqing and her parents are very good friends. When her parents were still alive, Zhai Zhengqing would go to their house at least seventeen or eight times a year, even if it was very difficult sometimes.
If I am busy and can only stay for an hour or two, I will go.
Song Jing remembered that when she was six years old, Zhai Zhengqing went to their home and there was an old man beside her.
The old man stayed there for five days and liked Song Jing very much. He praised Song Jing for his intelligence every day and taught Song Jing a lot of things.
Later, Song Jing learned that this old man's surname was Han, and he was the president of Beijing University, a famous university in the imperial capital. His name was Han Xingxiu. At the same time, he was also a famous master of Chinese studies and Chinese paintings. He had won the Confucius International Art Award, the Global Chinese Studies Lifetime Achievement Award, and had numerous honors.