"You don't want to contribute money to see the class monitor, and you even dare to hit me?"
"How shameless. Sister Sophia, don't waste your breath on her. Just fight back."
I struggled desperately and stared at them with both eyes firmly:
"You spread rumors about me and my mother behind our backs. Are you still human?"
Sophia laughed and squatted down to pat my face:
"Rumors or not, we're just speaking the truth. I'm telling you, in this place, my family is the law."
"If you have the guts, call the police and see if the police will help you or me!"
At this time, my phone in my pocket vibrated. "Alipay received £1,500."
It was the living expenses my mother transferred to me.
"Don't be too frugal at school. Eat something good. I'll go back to handle the affairs in the rural hometown first. Don't worry about it."
Sophia read it out with a playful smile and then stepped on my head with one foot.
"Your mother is quite timely. Although it's not enough for £20,000, it's still money. Since you don't want to go to see the class monitor, use this money to make up for it."
They roughly grabbed my scalp and forced me to do facial recognition to transfer the money.
Sophia still wouldn't let me go and threw me heavily on the dirty ground.
One of the lackeys asked worriedly: "What if she really calls the police later?"
Sophia thought for a while, took out her phone and put it in front of me.
Groans and moans immediately came into my ears.
These were... face - swapped videos of my mother with different men?!
"If you call the police, I'll post all these videos online. Then everyone will know that your mother is a slut. Let's see how you two can live in this city."
"You always act so high and mighty. Pretending to be so noble. Now you still have to kneel at my feet and beg for mercy. You should let Zhixuan see you in this pathetic state and see if she'll still miss you!"
The lackeys laughed loudly and raised their phones to take pictures of me from all angles.
Then they swaggered away.
I got up from the ground, wiped away my tears with my hand, and forced myself to send a message to my mother.
I got up from the ground. My whole body was covered with stains. I was dirty and smelly.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm fine at school. I have enough money. I haven't used up my scholarship yet. Don't work too hard. Take more rest."
Scalding tears dropped on the screen.
After this incident, I was completely isolated. The other classmates went to see the class monitor in a group.
The next day, I found that my desk had been moved next to the trash can, and all the things in it had been thrown into the trash can.
I could only endure the stench and pick up the things with my hands.
I no longer had the strength to fight back. I couldn't let my mother get involved anymore.
As soon as I thought of my mother and how hard she worked at the street stall to support the family, tears couldn't help but flow down.
A classmate beside me saw me crying and sneered:
"Stop pretending to be pitiful. Don't play the victim here."