Chapter 385 The Rumormonger

Jun Jiuli's legs felt cold. She reacted quickly, pulling on her pants. A boy's laughter immediately came from ahead.

"Zhao Meimei, you stupid idiot, why are you so fast today? I didn't even see anything."

As he spoke, he approached Jun Jiuli, his hand reaching out impolitely. Jun Jiuli grabbed both his hands and twisted them outward with force.

The boy immediately let out a pig-like scream and then tried to spit on Jun Jiuli.

Jun Jiuli dodged and threw him to the ground, then mercilessly stepped on his private parts.

He had fainted. Jun Jiuli seized the opportunity and left the alley.

The original host's name was Zhao Meimei, she was six years old and in the last year of kindergarten. She lived with her father in a single-parent family.

Her father worked very hard delivering goods every day, so the original host had been very well-behaved since childhood. She would try to solve problems herself first, only telling her father if she couldn't resolve them.

The scumbag just now was named Chen Youbin. He had been a pervert since childhood. He was in the same class as the original host. The original host was cute and well-behaved.

He had probably learned some inappropriate knowledge from adults' phones and applied it to the original host.

The first time he pulled the original host's pants down was during a physical education class when she was alone. As a child, the original host's first reaction was to cry.

Chen Youbin laughed at her the whole time and said some indecent words she didn't understand.

The original host put her pants back on herself and went to find the teacher. Seeing the teacher's serious expression, Chen Youbin knew this was serious and immediately denied it.

"Teacher, he's slandering me. I just happened to be passing by. I don't understand anything at all. Why would Meimei say that? What if no one plays with me anymore? Wuwuwu..."

He started crying as he spoke, looking more like a victim than the actual victim. The original host didn't know what to do and could only repeat that he had done it.

This small county town was relatively backward, and not all areas of the school had surveillance cameras. The teacher couldn't draw a conclusion and could only invite both parents.

Zhao's father was delivering goods quite far away and couldn't get there in a short time. As for Chen Youbin's mother, she was a teacher at a nearby primary school.

She arrived in about 10 minutes. She had already learned the cause and effect from the phone call. As soon as she entered, she looked Jun Jiuli up and down with disdain. Then, she took out 100 yuan from her small purse and threw it at Jun Jiuli's face.

"I know my son's character, and my education is not wrong. Looking at how you're dressed, you must want to extort some money, right? Consider this money a gift from Auntie. You shouldn't talk about other boys like this anymore."

The original host was already more mature than average children, and she understood the condescending and contemptuous tone of Chen's mother. Her entire face quickly turned red, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Her shoulders trembled as she cried, "Teacher, I'm not lying. I don't want this auntie's money either. I want Chen Youbin to apologize to me."

"Impossible, my son will never apologize to you. Do you have any proof that he took off your pants? If not, don't talk nonsense."

"Can't I prove it myself?"

"Who knows if you're lying? Children these days are very clever. Besides, your pants are already on. Who knows if they've been taken off?"

The original host couldn't argue with her and could only keep crying. At this moment, her father came in and patted her shoulder.

"It's okay, Dad believes you. Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Chen's mother looked at his work clothes that he hadn't had time to change and her eyes showed even more disdain.

"What truth can a child taught by a bottom-level worker tell? I'm a teacher, and my education can't be worse than someone like him, right? Teacher Song, you should think about it carefully."

After speaking, she sat down on a nearby chair, acting as if she didn't want to communicate with anyone.