Chapter2 Scapegoat
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Half a month later, I stepped into the school that I had been away from for many years.
After completing the procedures, the class teacher led me into the classroom.
He arranged for me to sit in the only empty seat in the middle of the classroom.
I walked through the gaps between the desks and chairs, listening to the whispers growing louder and louder until a clear whistle sounded from the back row.
A boy half-closed his eyes, his gaze crawling over me like a predatory animal, licking up and down my body.
"Welcome, new classmate!"
I walked past my own seat and went straight to the boy.
"Fan Siqi."
I silently read the name in the textbook and said, "I remember you."
The boy's smile became ambiguous: "I remember you too. Do you want to walk home together after school?"
Mocking and teasing laughter rang in my ears.
I returned to my seat, the wooden desk still bore faint traces of "i***t" and "retard" carved into it.
As I put my backpack into my desk, someone patted me on the shoulder from behind.
Standing beside me was a girl with a very pretty face. She gently engaged in conversation with me:
"You look like your former classmates."
"Do you know... Xu Ziran?" I listened to her voice, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
The girl's face changed slightly, but still answered with a smile, "My name is Song Ailin."
Fan Siqi.
Song Ailin.
Having received the answer I wanted, I also smiled: "Hello, Miss Song, you are very beautiful!"
Song Ailin raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disdain in her expression, but still pretended to shyly turn her head away: "Thank you, new classmate!"
My smile deepened.
Such a beautiful face should be displayed in a showcase.
After school,Fan Siqi invited me to go home together.
I didn't refuse.
His family is overseas, so they usually have a driver pick them up.
The boy deliberately left the back seat for me, but I stood outside the car, emphasizing that I couldn't stand being in a car.
Fan Siqi leaned against the car window, looking at me with a mocking and playful expression:
"Xu Ziqi, this may be your last chance."
I responded coldly: "You can get out of the car."
"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but trash..." He sneered and rolled up the car window as it drove away.
The next day, rumors about me and Fan Siqi going home together spread like wildfire.
I took out a nearly rotten sparrow from the drawer of my desk.
At the same time, a voice filled with disgust and excitement came from behind:
"Hey, who put the dead bird on Xu's desk?"
It was Song Ailin's little follower.
She covered her mouth, glanced at the girl next to her, and looked at me sympathetically.
"So disgusting, Xu."
After saying that, the corners of her mouth inadvertently turned up.
So after school, I followed her into an alley and stuffed the dead bird into her mouth.
"Does it taste even more disgusting? Fu."
The little follower's scream was muffled by the bird's body stuck in her throat.
I looked at her terrified eyes and laughed sincerely:
"Tomorrow, it's up to you what you want to eat."
My little sidekick took a leave of absence, and nothing strange appeared on my desk again.
Song Ailin took the initiative to talk to me, subtly inquiring about my family situation.
I'm not in good health, my parents are deceased, and I have no friends.
I mixed the key points she wanted to hear into the conversation.
Sure enough, the girl's eyes became disdainful again.
She maintained her friendly and caring facade, and took the initiative to say she wanted to be friends with me.
I smiled and said, "Sure, I love making friends."
After school, Song Ailin took me to the so-called secret base.
It was an abandoned warehouse not far from the school, with a few broken wooden boxes and a faded old quilt inside.
As soon as I entered, a boy grabbed me from behind.
Song Ailin crossed her arms and didn't speak, but first slapped me hard.
The soft flesh in my mouth was scratched by my teeth, and blood flowed out.
I swallowed the hot liquid and looked up at her, "Aren't we friends?"
"Huh?" The girl seemed to hear something incredibly funny, "Why are you so naive?"
She grabbed my chin and glared at me fiercely, "Who do you think you are? Just like your sister, using your face to flirt with others. You're only fit to be a w***e!"
I was puzzled, "So, are you hating yourself for not being a w***e?"
"What are you talking about?" she suddenly raised her voice.
I calmly said a name, "Fan Siqi."
She suddenly became furious, and kicked me in the stomach.
The sudden cramp made cold sweat appear on my forehead, but the liquid flowing in my veins began to stir.
At that moment, another girl joined in.
She was elegantly dressed, with a cold demeanor, and looked down at me with disdain:
"My favorite dog died, and now it's your turn to be the dog."
When I was forcibly pushed to the ground and made to bark like a dog, I asked a question: "Isn't what you're doing considered wrong?"
Song Ailin laughed uncontrollably and squatted down to grab my bangs: "Then go tell the teacher and see if they care."
I looked up at them and murmured, "It's not considered wrong, there won't be any punishment..."
The unfamiliar girl smiled slightly, "You had better get rid of those thoughts now and be a good dog for me, okay?"
She bent down and patted my cheek, "Now, give a little bark for your owner to hear."
I ignored the girl's words and continued to ask: "Did you treat my sister the same way in the past?"
The girl curled up her lips and said, "It's not that easy to train a good dog. It seems that you also want to try it all.
She stood up straight, her gaze turning cold: "A disobedient dog will be punished."
The boy pressed against my back, and Song Ailin walked over, taping my mouth and nose shut.
"She's not fighting back, will there be trouble?" The boy controlling me started to feel scared.
Song Ailin hesitated a bit, but it was the unfamiliar girl who remained calm:
"What's to be afraid of? Even if she dies here, we won't go to jail."
Song Ailin agreed, "Yeah, we're only 15, we won't be held responsible for anything."
The feeling of suffocation grew stronger, my blood was roaring in restlessness, and my fingertips gradually began to feel numb.
So, even for this kind of behavior, there won't be any punishment...
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