"What is it?" Shi Momo asked impolitely.
Yan Ruoruo glanced at Feng Feng's retreating back and said, "Um, can you pick me up this afternoon?"
"Why should I pick you up?" Shi Momo replied, still with her eyes closed.
Yan Ruoruo cautiously looked around and then, pouting, began to fake cry, "Sister, I'm being bullied. Please come pick me up, I'm scared."
Shi Momo was already accustomed to her sister's manipulative ways. Hearing her obviously fake crying, she became angry.
"Yan Ruoruo, if you want to play the victim, go somewhere else. Stop it with me," she said before hanging up the phone.
Yan Ruoruo's expression stiffened. The moment she put her phone away, the malevolent spirit within her spoke.
*Your sister is treating you like this, it's too much.*
Yan Ruoruo put her phone back in her pocket and thought, *My sister always treats me like this. I'm used to it. You don't need to say anything, I'm not angry at all.*
The malevolent spirit was speechless.
Yan Ruoruo smiled at two girls walking out of the classroom and then turned back in.
The next moment Yan Ruoruo entered the classroom, one of the girls whispered, "Yan Ruoruo is so shameless. She actually went to Feng Feng's house and said all sorts of nonsense in front of her mom. It's too much."
"Yeah, and she even said Feng Feng stole her boyfriend. Oh, who does she think she is, having a boyfriend? With someone like her, no man would dare be with her."
"I get annoyed just seeing her," the second girl said, glaring at the door behind her.
"Who told you these things?" Feng Feng suddenly appeared in front of the two girls and asked.
The two girls didn't want to answer Feng Feng's question. They uniformly lowered their heads, bypassed her, and walked away.
Feng Feng looked at the backs of the two girls and then stepped into the classroom. Her gaze immediately fell upon a photo stuck to the blackboard, and her eyes widened instantly.
"Who did this?" she shouted, running to the blackboard and tearing off the photos from last night.
Yan Ruoruo, sitting in the last row, calmly watched the photos on the blackboard and the written account of what happened at the Feng family's house last night. She thought, *Was it you?*
*Not me.*
*Then why was there nothing on the blackboard before I went out to make a call, and now it's covered with my wrongdoings and what Feng Feng's mom said to her?* Yan Ruoruo frowned slightly. *Besides you, who else would do something so pointless?*
*Putting me aside, aren't you angry?* the malevolent spirit asked.
*Why would I be angry? There are plenty of people who curse me on the school forum, all sorts of rumors. Besides, what happened last night is true, not fake. I got my satisfaction anyway. Even with more negative news, it doesn't matter to me. Her mother believed me.* Yan Ruoruo said, propping her chin with one hand.
*Your thick skin is quite something,* the malevolent spirit said dejectedly, beginning to doubt its choice.
After cleaning the blackboard with an eraser, Feng Feng turned around and angrily looked at the students below the podium, asking, "Who did this?"
No one responded. Everyone was intimidated by Feng Feng.
Normally, Feng Feng was very image-conscious at school, especially hating when people asked about her family. Now, thinking about the photos on the blackboard and the one of her being slapped by Feng Feng's mother, she became even more enraged.
"If no one confesses, I'm going to be very angry," she said angrily.
The classmates all understood Feng Feng's usual personality. Seeing Feng Feng so furious, a girl in the second row stood up and said, "A boy came in just now. After he finished posting and writing all this, he left."
"A boy?" Feng Feng lowered her voice, thought for a moment, then holding the photos, she strode to Yan Ruoruo's desk and asked, "Did you do this?"
Yan Ruoruo tilted her head, looking at Feng Feng calmly, and said, "What would be the point if I did this? But speaking of which, these are all curses directed at me. Why are you angry? You're making a mountain out of a molehill."
"I'm telling you, if I find out it was you, you'll regret it," Feng Feng said, then tore up the photos and placed them on Yan Ruoruo's desk.
Yan Ruoruo lowered her eyes, looking at a photo of herself that had not been torn up, and smiled, "Who took this? My appearance in it is quite good." As she spoke, she took out her phone and took a picture of herself in the photo.
The malevolent spirit said helplessly, *This is considered a family disgrace. No wonder Feng Feng is angry.*
*I think she's truly offended her classmates now. These girls in our class are not to be trifled with. Whoever gives them a dirty look, they'll give one back. Tsk, tsk.* Yan Ruoruo picked up the photo, walked to a corner, and threw it into the trash can. She continued, *This time, she's doomed.* She said this in her mind, then glanced at Feng Feng, who had returned to her seat.
Feng Feng sat at her desk, staring at something in deep thought, clenching her fists.
As Yan Ruoruo had predicted, the surrounding classmates were now giving Feng Feng looks of disgust.
Feng Feng didn't care about the eyes of others. What she cared about most now was who had done this, who had sneaked into her home and taken photos of her in her most vulnerable state, making her a pathetic person she never wanted to be.
Yan Ruoruo held her phone, pondered for a moment, then thought, *No, I can't stay in school anymore. It's too boring. I need to go out.*
*How do you plan to leave? Should you go find the teacher?* the malevolent spirit asked, thinking, *Hmph, this girl must be someone who is easily embarrassed in front of teachers. If she goes to the teacher, and the teacher gets angry with her, she definitely won't be able to take it. Then, my plan will succeed.*
*I never ask the teacher for leave. Those who ask for leave themselves are idiots,* Yan Ruoruo thought. She took out a bottle of eye drops from her desk compartment. As she unscrewed the cap, the malevolent spirit asked, *What is this?*
*"Tear-jerking artifact,"* Yan Ruoruo said. She tilted her head, pried open one eye with her hand, and skillfully dropped the eye drops into both eyes.
A few seconds later, Yan Ruoruo sniffled, her eyes watering, and took out her phone to video call Shi Momo.
Just like that, Shi Momo's dream was once again interrupted by Yan Ruoruo. She opened her eyes, answered impatiently, and just as she was about to put the phone to her ear, Yan Ruoruo urgently said, "Sis, video, video."
Shi Momo frowned, held the phone in front of her face, and looked at Yan Ruoruo, who appeared to have been crying, asking, "What are you doing now?"
"Sis," Yan Ruoruo pretended to sob, "I feel sick, my stomach really hurts. The teacher won't let me leave campus. Can you come pick me up? Everyone here bullies me. Please."
"Keep spinning your tale," Shi Momo said lazily, narrowing her eyes.