Chapter 19: Doing 1% is better

She was even unprecedentedly hostile to the opposite sex in the entire school. She didn't know if there was such a bad group that treated her as a forbidden body, and always seized opportunities and bullied her in various ways.

And the saddest thing is that she didn't know when this terrible nightmare of being gang-raped anytime and anywhere will last.

Chen Qiongying completely lost her sense of security, as if no matter whether on or off campus, the other party could easily grasp her movements.

She even suspected that she had been implanted with a subcutaneous chip, had a pinhole camera entrained, and was tracked.

If others hear her think this way, they will definitely think she is crazy.

But in fact, she felt that she was not far from madness.

If this continues, she feels that her destination may be a mental hospital.

She is about to collapse.

It seemed that she had been covered in a big net, and a group of people regarded her as a plaything in their palms and played with her freely.

This perception made her panic all day long.

Although Chen Qiongying thought that she had become a forbidden body in the hands of some people in the school, she still did not reveal a trace of such a terrible thing at home.

My parents have extremely strict requirements on her in this regard.

Even if she has an early love, she may be taught a lesson and was slapped in the face without loving herself. If the scandal of becoming a toy is exposed, she may be exiled abroad or traveling far away, and her parents may think that she is worse than disappearing from this family.

Especially mother, who is also a person living in the spotlight, may be implicated and become a scandal.

She didn't want to cause trouble for her family, and became a shame for her family to be indecent in the eyes of the world.

Chen Qiongying thought sadly: So she should be glad that those people showed mercy and did not show off to others.

If that were the case, she would probably jump off the teaching building and end it all.

She looked out of the balcony window in a daze, and there was the concrete floor down, just take a step forward...

Her mind began to fear high-level dizziness, but her body unconsciously poked out half of it...

There was a voice in her mind telling her: the previous step is liberation, and it is the final destination...

Oh yes... She was in a trance when she was about to compromise and her center of gravity was tilted and she thought that she had forgotten to do something... Dad had a lecture today, mom had a performance today, Jinyu went to play basketball, because she was the only one at home, so mom had explained it repeatedly before going out and asked her to wash off the family's clothes.

I have become less and less memory lately. It seems that I can forget what I have to do in the next minute, and I have not put any instructions from others into my mind.

She was deeply upset about such trivial matters, but she forgot about the fact that she almost fell off the building just now, as if she had become accustomed to such small episodes.

So she went to the dirty clothes basket in a daze and took out her parents' dirty clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine. When the walking dead turned on the washing machine, she remembered that she forgot to take Chen Jinyu's. She quickly pressed the function of adding clothes in the middle, went to his room and searched for the clothes he had changed.

Jinyu's room is very neat. He has always loved to be clean, and the clothes he changed are usually hung on the back of a chair.

A poster photo of the siblings hanging on the wall of his bedroom caused Chen Qiongying to pause for a second.

That was taken when the family went to the botanical garden to play together. There were many photos, and he chose this to enlarge it.

The siblings don't look very similar.

In the photo, the boy has handsome appearance, with a pair of extremely cold eyes, deep pupils like concave ink, which makes people unforgettable, and has a calm aura that does not match his age. His eyebrows and eyes are deep and serious, like a low-key obsidian.

The girl is pure and delicate, with clear eyes, narrow and long eyeliners, and looks like a skylark who lowers her head to drink water. Her temperament is rare and classical. When she smiles, she only raises the corners of her lips, like a soft and colorful moonstone.

If we compare the temperament, the younger brother looks like a picture of a splashed ink eagle, and the older sister looks like a picture of a fine-brushed ladies. The two people with different temperaments but neither smiled very much sat together in the lavender field, which was actually very harmonious and looked like a poetic painting.

Chen Qiongying withdrew her eyes and kept walking. She took the school uniform on the back of the chair and turned around and passed by the bed. She saw the suspiciously messy quilt on the bed. She threw several suspicious toilet paper balls that were common to adolescent boys under the bed.

This is obviously not in line with the norm. His bedding is always folded neatly.

And now it seems that she is deliberately trying to discover something.

If it were the past, Chen Qiongying might blush, be ashamed and be evasive.

But now she just ignored it without paying attention.

Chen Jinyu was very thoughtful, but Chen Qiongying was not in the mood to take care of his tricks now.

But the wrinkled clothes pressed under the quilt were likely to be replaced, so she pulled out the clothes and prepared to take them out together. Suddenly her hands trembled, her mind was blank, and there was a burst of lightning and thunder in her mind. It felt like she was hiding from the rain on a rainy night. She finally touched the shelter, but what she touched was high voltage electricity.

She thought she had experienced the most terrible thing, but it was obviously not.

Life seems to have to teach her a lesson so that she can understand that nothing is impossible.

This is a white shirt and a white shirt with dubious white stains and stale blood on it.

The shirt is very ordinary, but the turbid blood on the shirt is unforgettable.

She didn't know what to do, and she seemed to be completely unable to think. She was stuck in place by a sticky mouse. Her slender and white fingers held the shirt with extreme force, until the shirt twisted like a twist, and she couldn't help but tremble.

How many seconds have passed?How many minutes?Or a quarter of an hour...

She began to be at a loss again. For a moment, she even hesitated whether she should turn around and leave, pretending that she had not discovered anything, not delving into it or seeking it. After all, there are many possibilities for blood... Whitening peace is good for everyone?

Even if it is 99% possible to explore the affirmative answer, isn’t it better to just do that 1%?

She barely supported the torture pause in some way, and her fingers were held tightly and opened, pinching herself out of blood...

Just as she was about to convince herself, a sudden sound of the door closed behind her, awakening her from the torture of her choice.