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Jiang Yunchuan frowned: "What's that illegitimate son's name? Who is Liang?"

"Liang Ciqiu." Yang Jiashu looked at him speechlessly: "It's been so long and you can't even remember their names."

Jiang Yunchuan curled his lips disdainfully: "Why should I remember the name of an illegitimate child? Well, you said okay, why did Su Ran disappear for fun? The blame is put on my sister, do you think it is unfair? Yesterday, she had a day They were all at home, she... coughed, had a stomachache, and rested at home for the day."

Yang Jiashu also frowned, with some doubts on his clean face: "I'm also a little confused. Isn't she just trying to get someone to kill her? If you ask me, there is no need for people to waste energy on things that have no results."

He was referring to the matter between Lu Qingyan and Su Ran.

If Lu Qingyan really cared about her, he would be able to find out even if she escaped to the earth's crust.

Jiang Yunchuan suddenly felt guilty.

Because he didn't miss Jiang Nanshu's voice, saying that Su Ran had been unwritten...

The thought of this annoyed him.

You won't be locked up in any hotel, right?

A girl would be desperate if she suffered such a thing, right?

I don’t know if anyone went to rescue her yesterday.

He coughed lightly and said to Yang Jiasu: "Jiashu, tell me... is Su Ran still sleeping now..."

Yang Jiashu blinked. He had narrow eyes and wore a pair of glasses. He looked boyish, but because his temperament was too harmless and gentle, he looked like a good old man.

He reached out and touched Jiang Yunchuan's forehead: "You're not sick either."

Jiang Yunchuan was furious: "Who are you scolding?"

"What does it matter to you whether Su Ran sleeps or not? Why are you blushing? Also, why are you feeling guilty?" Yang Jiashu narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Yunchuan's collar: "Tell me honestly, do you know where Su Ran is? .”

"How the hell do I know!" Jiang Yunchuan broke away.

Walking forward: "I'm just guessing, because every time I fall asleep, I can't hear the messages on my phone. Forget it, you accompany me to the Jiang Group. I have to tell my elder brother face to face about this. The Cheng family should also I know, Cheng Yu is so injured that it won’t end well.”

Yang Jiashu put his hands on his hips and chuckled: "Then let me testify for you. You really went too far."

What happened was that no one in the entire classroom dared to look at Jiang Nanshu seriously. One of the legs of the chair was broken, and now the rotten chair was lying in the back corner.

Xu Xi went to wash the mop and wipe away the blood on the floor.

Jiang Nanshu picked up the knife and turned it around in his hand. It was so sharp that Jiang Nanshu wondered if Cheng Yu had sharpened it when he came out.

She raised her eyes and met Hu Ying's eyes. Jiang Nanshu grinned at her. Hu Ying was so frightened that her legs went weak and she wanted to run away. In the end, she was carried by a chair and fell to the ground. She fell onto her back and hit her head heavily on the edge of the podium in front of her. superior.

The "bang" sounds painful.

Jiang Nanshu's white and tender hands grasped the handle of the knife tightly. With a strong force, the knife entered the table and got stuck. If you listen closely, you can hear the buzzing sound produced by the tip of the knife due to the strong force.

"If the school leaders ask about what just happened, do you know how to answer?"

Everyone: "..."

Shivering, he dared not answer.

Seeing no movement, Jiang Nanshu was not in a hurry. She sighed and said in a sad tone: "I have been hiding something from everyone. After being diagnosed by a psychiatrist, I suffer from severe depression. When I get sick, I just want to go to the hospital." Human, but I definitely didn’t mean it, I’m just a patient, I can’t stand stimulation, can you understand my pain?”

Everyone: "..."

Help, can they understand?

Which family of depression attacks others? Aren’t they all suicides?

Seeing that the whole classroom was silent, Jiang Nanshu hummed with dissatisfaction: "Huh? All mute? My depression is about to attack again."

Everyone has never spoken so neatly: "I understand! I understand so much!"

Jiang Nanshu was pleased: "The school leaders..." Everyone said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you are the victim!!!"

This unified confession.

Jiang Nanshu smiled happily. The atmosphere in the class was still very harmonious.

She fell in love with reading.

Unity and friendship are the qualities that students in her broadcasting department should have.

Jiang Nanshu looked at Hu Ying again: "Squad leader, what do you think?"

Hu Ying: "..."

She stood up holding the back of her head and said in a stiff voice: "I think like them... you are innocent."

She is dirty, she has no conscience.

We have to give in before the evil forces.

In her eyes, Jiang Nanshu now is scarier than a ghost.

I was also a little scared, not sure whether I should listen to Lin Yueyue and continue to target Jiang Nanshu.

"I'm very happy that you trust me. You are all my good classmates." Jiang Nanshu was very touched.

She still remembers that she was in the original world. At that time, she was deeply involved in the controversy of setting fire to her parents. After self-examination, she found that the fire was an accident. She personally sent her younger brother to a mental hospital. She came out of the detention center and went back to school.

That was the aristocratic school arranged for her before Zhou Yanxu's death. She had just entered high school that year. The children who attended private aristocratic schools were either rich or noble. Jiang Nanshu lost the mountain of Zhou Yanxu and was like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves.

At that time, many people didn't like her. They called her an orphan and a parasite that clung to the Zhou family. They wrote graffiti on her seat and splashed red ink on her seat.

Those years were even worse than Xu Xi's experience.

Jiang Nanshu was forgetting in his mind.

Because she remembered that one very ordinary night, she took the kitchen knife hidden in her schoolbag and cut off the fingers of a group of gangsters surrounding her like a wolf cub.

She also broke one of her hands and became seriously ill.

After she recovered from her illness, she signed up for a martial arts class.

From that time on, she knew that only she could protect herself in this world. Zhou Yanxu taught her to be tolerant and gentle to the world, but he did not teach her how to protect herself.

Only by fighting back, fighting back desperately, will they surrender if they are afraid.

"Jiang Jiang, you can't play with knives, it's very dangerous."

Jiang Nanshu was also brought back from his thoughts by Xu Xi's voice. Xu Xi cleaned up the mess and stepped forward.

She pulled out the knife inserted on the table and looked at the empty hole on the neat table. She shook her head helplessly and threw it into the trash can. The knife fell in in a parabola shape.

"unlucky!"

Xu Xi moved a new chair: "This table was also damaged by Cheng Yu's kick. I'll apply for a new one later, so I'll take a seat first."

She looked at the notes torn in half on Jiang Nan's desk, looked at her handwriting, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and praised again and again: "Wow, how come your handwriting is so beautiful! It's comparable to a contemporary calligraphy master. , It’s a pity that this notebook is broken, I will accompany you to buy a new one after class.”

　Xiao Jiang: Oh, depression is so annoying!

　　Everyone: Are you sure you have depression...

　　(End of this chapter)