How scary can a college girl’s bedroom be? – What?
My roommate stood by my bed in the middle of the night with a knife.
Call her Yellow Heart. Yellow and disgusting.
When I was a freshman, we had dinner with four people in our bedroom.
Well, as long as nobody’s asking for a treat, it’s the AA. Nobody makes money, nobody takes advantage of it.
After we had finished, we went to the front desk to settle the bill, and I was just about to start the payment, and I heard yellow heart suddenly saying, “I haven’t eaten a bite of my loaf, and I can’t pay for this dish. I’m sorry.
Huh? Is that how it works?
When I saw the three of us swooping, and Huang’s bill, I added, “I’m useless, and I don’t charge five dollars for the napkin.” I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
So you’re just gonna pay the little fried meat alone when you’re holding it like an old hen?
I’m really bad-tempered, but in view of the fact that people are here, and that the noise is embarrassing in public, I put up with it and paid off.
Then she didn’t have the money, but my other two roommates were very nice and dropped her part to A.
Well, I knew she could do so much later. I shouldn’t have used her.
Huang’s not really from our college.
In the school dormitory, the girls’ dormitory was full and one more was assigned to our dormitory.
That’s why we don’t go to class together. Time and everything.
But that doesn’t affect her holding on to all the time she’s been with us, flaunting her limited-money shoes, new packs and a variety of colored lipstick.
Finally, I couldn’t help it when she told me that her boyfriend had bought her an YSL box suit for the third time.
“It’s nice. Nice shoes. Can you wash all the socks in your shoes? Otherwise it’s a waste of so many stinking socks in such a beautiful shoe. I’m sorry.
Really, I don’t know why expensive shoes stink.
He looked so pale, turned his eyes upside down, took a bottle of perfume, brushed the air a few times.
“The blue wind bell, more than $20 a milligram.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what a blue wind bell is. All I know is that perfume smells like stinky socks.
My other two roommates are a lot better than me. When you’re rich, you can’t hear them.
Unlike me, I can’t help but talk about it.
Maybe that’s why her friends blocked me, but not them.
This day’s class, Roommate A, hand me the phone and let me see Yellow Heart’s circle of friends.
When I look at it, it’s not mine.
Don’t ask me why I’m sure it’s mine, because I accidentally pressed the corner on the cover, and I can’t possibly fall in love with even the crumbling marks.
I’m just wondering, why does this book appear in a friend-circle photo of Yellowheart riding a motorcycle?
Why “know the motorcycle, start with reading”?
Did she pretend not to do her homework before, and the difference between the content of this book and its title is probably a Pacific Ocean.
By the time I went back to the bedroom, Yellow Heart was already in the bedroom, and the art of Zen and Motorcycle Repair was already on my bookcase.
Fuck, the book’s giving me back.
I swear, I’m guilty, but I can’t stand it.
The most ridiculous thing is, I took out a book to put it right and found a big brown print in it.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Coffee?
Milk tea?
Oh, that’s not the point. The point is I’m pretty sure my book wasn’t even dirty until today!
Who got the stain on it? I thought of it with my toes.
He’s still wearing a mask and he’s making a phone call with her boyfriend, and he’s like, “Oh, I’ve just had a bath and I’m not gonna call my husband until I wash the scent. Thank you for taking me on a motorcycle. I’m sorry.
Well, five, six, seven, eight pairs of socks still stuck in their shoes.
“Oh, it’s okay. I have a lot of books. It’s okay to make one dirty. I’m sorry.
Shit! It’s not your book, so you don’t feel bad?
I was going to wait for her to call and question her, and now I can’t stand it. I’m sorry.
She said to me, “Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.
I heard her on the phone and asked her what she was doing, and then her tone became very sad: “It’s my roommate.
What the fuck?
I should have kept it.
And I put up with it, and said, “You took my book without permission, and you are dirty, so you can say, “Are you sorry?” I’m sorry.
She turned her eyes over: “It’s a few dollars. Why are you so mean? I’m sorry.
Your call turned me into a bad sinner.
Who’s afraid of acting? Who hasn’t been a princess in bed sheets since we were kids?
I’m learning her soft voice: “You’re gonna need a dozen dollars of sugar enthusiasts, and you’re gonna need a few dollars of books to grow old. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong?” I’ve never had a sugared ridge. Why should I pay? I’m sorry.
And then she looked at me with contempt: “There’s a lot of people in the world, and some people are small families. I’m sorry.
It’s upside down, right? That’s a knockout, right? That’s the bad guys first, right?
I was so angry that I calmed down, and when I saw her holding her hands on the phone, I said out loud, “You can’t apologize to me, but I’ll remind you that you can use my book, but don’t say that it’s a motorcycle.” I’m sorry.
The silent button was pressed with her hands and feet, and when she was silent, she spoke to me, and said, “What do you mean, Don? I’m sorry.
I spread out my hand innocently, saying, “It means literally, to take what other people have, and to make it look like it’s the end.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter with you?” I’m warning you, Don Joy, you can eat without talking. I’m sorry.
Yeah, her friends blocked me. Little A couldn’t get it for me.
If I say I have evidence, I’m selling Little A.
Huang Chong himself has no limit but knows how to use it to blackmail me.
Holy shit.
But…
“You just admitted it. It’s just a few dozen dollars. Why, you left your boyfriend on the phone? Do you want to do this in person? I’m sorry.
“You can’t even hear it.” When did I admit it? I’m sorry.
Another piece of evidence.
I can’t record it at any time, of course without evidence of conversation with her.
Little A and Little B went to an association without a third person and naturally lacked witnesses.
I didn’t say anything, I felt like I was holding on to my heart and turned around like a winner, and I kept calling her boyfriend, “Honey, I’m back.” Well, it’s okay. I’m not afraid of anything. I’m sorry.
After tearing it up once with me, the yellow heart doesn’t even maintain the apparent peace.
We had early classes without her, and we were all so gentle that we didn’t wake her.
She opens the door and closes the door when we don’t have morning classes. She’s afraid she won’t wake us.
Usually I can bear it because I don’t know if the other two roommates are awake, and I don’t want to wake them up.
But last night, Huang Chong called her boyfriend at 1:00 a.m., and A. reminded her that she was still upset: “My roommate won’t let me talk, shall we? I’m sorry.
Yeah, that’s probably why she’s out there today.
(a) The chair was dragged, with a stabbing of the ear;
I’m gonna throw a plastic bottle. She didn’t throw it hard enough.
Not to mention, the water runs to its maximum and so does the three canyons.
I was woken from the moment she pulled the chair, and I was lying in my bed and I was patient, and I said to myself, “Tong-hye, hold on for another ten seconds, and you can fall asleep.”
At this point, the phone rings.
The iphone’s bells are really ugly, they’re very soft, they’re buzzing, they can’t sleep.
Little A might think it was his cell phone that rang, groped in the basket for a while, and then laid down in a frenzy: “Can you close the alarm clock?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I can hear you or if I can’t hear you.
It was about five minutes before she slowly returned to the table.
Watch out, she still hasn’t turned off the alarm clock at this time, and she’s so calm that she’s going to be deaf.
“Can you turn off the alarm clock?” I’m sorry.
She looked at me and said, “Can’t you see I’m wearing makeup?” I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
So you didn’t see us sleeping?
“Your alarm clock has been ringing for a long time, and others are sleeping, so can’t you turn it off and make up?” I’m sorry.
It’s the kind of light, “What’s so mean, I didn’t say I didn’t turn it off.” Last night I said I was fighting. I said I was fighting during the day. I’m sorry.
Is that what people can say?
Little A may have been shaken by her logic and can’t speak.
Yellowheart may feel like he won, gawking at A, and continuing to paint his makeup.
I couldn’t help but say, “Why do you argue at night and during the day because you’re really noisy? Have you done anything in your mind? I’ll call you the night before the day you had early classes, and I’ll clean up the bedroom in the morning when you don’t have class. I’m sorry.
“Mama, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
When she finished, she stepped on her heels, walked out and closed the door in shock.
I’m really having a heart attack.
After these incidents, the three of us left her alone.
But this day I actually saw her in my friends’ circle.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not her circle, it’s someone else’s circle.
It’s from a sister.
It’s probably to say that she bought cosmetics on QQQ at a 70% discount, and it turns out to be fake.
She went to the seller (i.e. the Huang Chong) to defend her rights, and as a result Huang Chong immediately blacked her out.
Aoi was so angry that he had been beaten upside down in the middle of an idle crowd, that it was blackmail.
A few arguments, more girls coming in.
Some of the girls indicated that they had bought out-of-date cosmetics at Yellow Heart, which insisted that the other side had switched over.
After ten minutes of fighting, Huang’s heart throws a line: Do you have proof? No proof, no blood.
And then she quit.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪ Out of line.
After she retreated, the wind did not subside.
Aoi’s best friend found himself with yellow hearts.
It’s normal for Su-eun to love, but after she tanned her chat, she found out that she always asked her boyfriend for that.
Of course, they both wanted to fight one and others couldn’t say anything.
But…
Top of the yellow heart.
The same fate as this bag, and lipstick, the shadows, the cheeks…
In addition to this, it is even more ridiculous that Yellow Heart once sold both.
Both buyers received a “99 New” eye disk she sold, one of which received a bad powder, a vague print, and a fake.
When I read the description, I laughed.
He’s got a real business head.
Two.
Little B is puzzled to read the yellow-hearted text in a QQ screenshot: “YSL gift box, completely unused…” If she remembers correctly, she took off a lipstick the other day and went through with you. I’m sorry.
Exactly.
Little A’s birthday is coming up, and her friend sent her a gift in advance, just like one of the lipstick in the yellow heart box.
Because it’s from a friend, Little A, who hasn’t used it yet.
“Do you know about hoarding?” The poorer the less people like to hoard, it’s a mental illness. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Little A had a bad family and applied for a student loan at the start of school.
But she’s never searched, and she’s honest and kind, a hundred times better than a thousand times more.
It’s ridiculous to humiliate Little A today.
Little A’s face was red and white, and his head was down and there was no sound.
I held the hand of the little A, looked at the yellow heart, and struck back with a mean blow: “Small A is born with red lips and white lips and looks good without makeup.” Of course, things that don’t take an hour to make up can’t see people. I’m sorry.
Thanks to Huang, she’s tapped my potential.
I really didn’t think before that that I’d treat people like this, not to mention that I would humiliate others with such harsh words.
It’s too uncivil, too sublime. I’ll scold myself first.
But in the face of Yellow Heart, I think I’d rather have no qualities and let her suffer the same pain as Little A.
The three of us in our bedroom have done too much to avenge our grievances.
In exchange for something, she’s getting worse.
I can’t believe I can talk to her like that.
Then she responded, and was angry: “Who the hell do you think?” Speak to me clearly!”
And I went up and laughed, “Who is in a hurry is who.” I’m sorry.
The yellow heart pushed out the chair, and the legs and the bricks scratched the floor, and she ran in front of me in three or two steps, raising her hand and beating people!
The next second, her arm was pushed away and her whole person moved back two or three steps.
It’s the highest little B in our bedroom.
Little B stood in front of me and Little A, and said, “All of us are classmates, say something and don’t move. I’m sorry.
She spoke politely, but the gesture was to protect me and Little A.
The yellow heart held the chair, and his eyes looked so big, as if he had had a jade: “Well, you three join together to bully me. All right, you’re too many. I can’t beat you. Don, wait!
Crazy, who’s gonna fight you.
“I’m waiting for you.” I’m sorry.
But I didn’t expect you to let me wait for you.
By the way, there can’t be a new box in Huang’s heart.
Don’t tell me she bought an original lipstick. It’s impossible.
And little B said, “I have a very wild assumption, which normal people never expect. I’m sorry.
It turns out she’s not normal.
When I looked back in the bedroom, little A’s lipstick was stolen for a pillar.
Girls know that the used lipstick surface is smooth, and when it is used, even if it’s light, it makes it rougher.
At this point, Little A, with the lipstick in his hand, the surface has used traces.
Who changed, why? It’s obvious.
Little A holding lipstick, never spoke.
And for a while, she said, “I wonder where I have offended her. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry. Why are you being bullied?
Little B said, “It’s not your fault. It’s just that Yellow Heart has a problem. I’m sorry.
I’m in a long-silent dormitory.
She: Which eye do you see? You’re throwing dirty water again, right?
I haven’t finished typing yet, and she’s gone on: the last person who threw me dirty water has been criticized by the counselors for education. Do you want to be next?
What is it?
I’m so conscious that I’m going to look at my sister’s friends and find out she’s taken them out.
The newly released circle of friends said that someone was very good at putting pressure on me and threatening me with praise and membership. All right, you’re cool, but I have to say, the circle of friends can be deleted and the things done can’t be deleted.
Little A and what happened to Aoi made me mad.
How can you be so shameless?
I pressed my voice to spray her, and little A pulled her sleeve: “We have no proof, she won’t admit it.” I’m sorry.
I felt particularly bad looking at her apparently depressed emotions.
Why should a good man swallow his breath?
“There’s no evidence now, it doesn’t mean there’s no evidence later.” We buy a little camera in the corner. Next time she does something, we call the police. I’m sorry.
I’m impressed with little B.
Little B is actually a little girl who doesn’t talk, who’s in the inside, but she’s the one with the best idea.
We were on the order, and it was sent to Kyoto that evening.
We’ll put the camera in three or two.
The camera was in my closet.
It is not in public space to protect privacy.
It’s a little bit fast when you hear a noise outside the door. Little A and little B are asleep, and I’m the only one who’s still up for novels.
The key spins in the lock several times, and it doesn’t spin, and I’m still counting the sound of the back-lock, one, two, locks, locks.
What’s wrong with her? Why won’t the door open?
I was in my belly, and suddenly I heard a shocking knock at the door: Why are you keeping me out of here? Are you sick? Open the door or you’ll die today! I’m sorry.
The three of us are sitting up and we’re face-to-face.
I’m telling the truth, I’m not afraid.
I’m afraid she’ll chop down if we open the door.
The three of us are in the middle of a hesitation, and the curse of the yellow heart has escalated: “When I return to my fingernails and tear off your faces, you are not worthy of my bedroom, you people.” I’m sorry.
Let’s not say that the door is not locked. She can open it herself.
How can you open the door to her?
We want to live.
Poor wooden door frame rang, and I called the campus security office: “Hey, my roommate’s gone crazy, is smashing the door, can you come over and see if she kills us?” Accommodation is XX-XX-XXX. I’m sorry.
I was gonna call 110, but it feels like the security uncles will be here soon.
Not a few seconds after the telephone calls, the bedroom door had been opened.
I really admire myself, my hands are sweating, my calves are shaking, and I can still feel the tape button.
Really, it’s a shame to say it, but my psychological activity was: Mom and Dad, if I died here today, you must know how I died.
My bed is close to the door, not exaggerating, and as soon as the door was opened, I smelled a very strong drink.
The yellow heart stood at the door, and the light came out.
I saw all the makeup on her face, the eye shadows and thick eyes, the red lips, and it looked like I could eat people.
She then pulled out of her drawer and drew a fruit knife, which she was standing under.
“You guys are good, aren’t you? You’re going to sue me for being black and dirty and you’re going to ruin my reputation? Don’t you guys want to see what you got? I’m sorry.
Looks like you’re drunk and you’re counting on us.
Say something! If you’re so good, I’ll kill you with my boyfriend. He’s not from our school! You’ll know the other people, they’re all a bunch, and I’ll tear your faces apart! I’m sorry.
Our bedroom is the structure of the next table of bed, so for the time being she’s just standing on the ground and she can’t hurt us.
Even so, we’re already terrified.
I admit I’ve never seen such a fight before! Growing up in an environment where there are few fights, let alone knives.
That’s a knife!
The three of us were afraid to move and angered to Yellow Heart.
“Don’t you think you can handle it?” Why don’t you talk now? Talk! I’ll let you talk!”
We said, “Put down the knife first.” I’m sorry.
“You’re scared, you’re scared, you’re scared, you’re a coward, you piece of shit.” You used to be so nosy, what’s wrong? Now you know how to do it?
I did not speak because I saw the door being pushed open,
The guard’s uncle kicked him in the knees of Yellow Heart, but he couldn’t see his movements.
She’s still struggling, and the guard’s uncle put her on the ground, and he’s angry. I’m sorry.
3
Huang’s counselor arrived later.
She had a pyjamas in her pavilion, and she looked at her sleep and was cried out.
When he saw her, his heart cried: “They bullied me. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
“It was you who had the knife.” I’m sorry.
And the yellow heart got excited again: “They locked me out first! I’m sorry.
“You can’t hold a knife.” This is school! I’m sorry.
And yellow heart is in vain: “True, forgive me. I am too anxious to be mean to you. I’m sorry.
The forest’s eyebrows are dying: “Don’t talk for a second. I’m sorry.
She turned to us, and she said, “How can you keep her outside the bedroom?” We’re all classmates in the cold. Can’t we talk about something? I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
I don’t know the counselor, but I don’t think she’s got a problem.
How can you wear a hat like this indiscriminately?
“She got drunk and couldn’t open the door, and she framed us. We never went down at night. How did she get in if we did lock the door? I’m sorry.
“You’re full of shit! I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Are you kidding yourself? I’m sorry.
“Be quiet!” This man shouted, and looked at us with the face of the prisoner. “I know what kind of person she is. Did you bully her? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to talk to her.
Little B turned on the phone silently and put out an audio.
From breaking the door, to opening the door to the yellow heart, with the sarcasm and the sarcasm in the bedroom, and when you can think of the populist words, the whole cube is surrounded.
Lin’s face gets ugly.
I’ve come back to life, looking at little B. You’re a good sister!
Little B blinked at me and looked at the forest guide, and the tone went flat: “The recording time is 01:27, just now.” You’re a very gentle student who broke the door for 10 minutes and came in with a knife to kill us. Please be reasonable. Don’t rush the pot. I’m sorry.
And that’s when our counselor arrived, and he ran in like a panther, and the slippers on his feet weren’t ready for change.
When she came in, she asked, “Are you all right? Are you all right? I’m sorry.
What’s a good counselor? That’s a good counselor!
Even though I was just inspired by that forest, I was feeling better when I heard our counselor ask.
Little B said to her, “We’re fine. I’m sorry to bother you so late. I’m sorry.
He said, “When the office called me, I was scared to death. Why is there a knife?” I’m sorry.
That’s when she saw Lin’s guide: “You’re here too, what did the students say? I’m sorry.
The forest guide shakes his head: “I can’t tell the right from the wrong word. I’m sorry.
Oh, that’s partial?
Little B’s recording is so obvious that there’s no movement out of bed to open the door. It’s obvious that Huang-suk is drunk and is crazy!
He looked at us and said, “Can you tell us what happened?” I’m sorry.
Little B says, “I’m asleep and I hear Yellow Heart smashing the door hard outside.” She slammed and scolded, saying that we locked the door, that she couldn’t open it, that we had to open the door and that she would tear our faces apart when she came in. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, she laughed: “If it were you two, would you dare to open the door? I’m sorry.
And neither Lin nor Yuan looked at, nor spoke.
Then the yellow heart jumped from the chair and almost came back: “You’re lying! I’m sorry.
Lin’s consciousness is hiding, and Yuan’s reaction is to open his arms in front of us.
I’m so touched!
Yuan is a little shorter than I am, but he’s holding us back like an old hen.
Uncle Security is still here. Can Yuan protect us?
The moment Yellow Heart stood up, the security guard grabbed her shoulder with his eyelids and pushed her down and she kneeled back.
When Lin came back laughing, he said to us, “You Yuan is a student-friendly student.”
Nobody answered.
I don’t know if she’s embarrassed.
Little B, slowly speaking, goes on: “She was like this before. Then she opened the door herself, and when she entered the house, she pulled out a fruit knife and scolded, as you had just heard. For a few moments, I thought she’d jump up and kill me. I’m sorry.
The whole room is quiet.
“We can’t live with a roommate like this, we want to change bedrooms.” I’m sorry.
Yuan and Lin look at each other, and the Lin guide does not speak, and finally Yuan speaks out: “We know your situation, so it is too late, and you have classes tomorrow. I’ll talk to Mr. Lin and give you an answer tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Yellow hearts are stuck in their chairs, silent, staring at us.
I said, “We won’t be able to live with her again, so please give us a verbal approval and we’ll stay at the hotel outside the school for one night.” I’m sorry.
We had not spoken to him, but he frowned: “What was it like when the yellow hearts had driven you away? I’m sorry.
I said, “Isn’t that what happened? I’m sorry.
Yuan guide roundabouts: “Come on, cut it out. I gave you my permission to stay outside the school. By the way, Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back at the college. I’m sorry.
This night at the hotel, I had a terrible dream.
It was a dream to be hunted down with machetes, a dream of a plane crash falling into the deep sea, and a dream to go into a pavilion with yellow-coloured wax.
The next morning, we all woke up with big black eyes.
Little A, the first thing that opens up is, “Can we change it?” I’m sorry.
Little B said, “It should be. It’s all there. I can’t. We still have cameras. She’s so scary that if the school lets us live with her, it’s not responsible for the students. I’m sorry.
I think little B is right.
But we were not aware that schools were meant to be responsible for their students, but at the expense of another group of students.
Yuan told us that Lin had taken into account yesterday ‘ s incident in our bedroom and the uninhabited buying and selling of small groups, and that her classmates at Huang Chongchong College were not impressed with her and no one wanted to live with her.
In terms of last night’s performance, the mental state and mental state of the yellow heart are not stable, and if she lives alone, no one will know if anything happens to her (such as suicide).
In conclusion, Lin advised that we should continue to live with her until her mental state is restored.
What logic is that?
Stability prevails, right?
The victim needs to serve the perpetrator, right?
I couldn’t help but say, “Why can’t she live with Huang’s heart when she’s so big?” I’m sorry.
And Yuan gave me a glass of water, and said, “I know that this decision is not fair to you.” I also mentioned it to the Deputy Secretary of the College, but it was rejected. What he means is that if something really happens between the two colleges, it’s our responsibility. I’m sorry.
She groaned: “However, Lin promised me that she would coordinate with the girls at their college to see if any of the leading student cadres would be willing to live with Huang. However, coordination will take time, and I hope you will be able to persevere for a while. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, we don’t know what to say.
Yuan’s black eyes are heavier than ours, and his face is worn out, and last night should have been very late.
Hearts grow.
If Lin had come to talk to us about this, we might have continued to do so, even calling the deputy secretary of the party; but it was Yuan, who felt the danger, and the Yuan Guide, who was in front of us.
She is a counselor, and some things are not clear, but we know that.
The Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee of the Court, who is very disciplined and disciplined, has no interest in “human care”.
The student is best placed to be a beautiful figure of his political performance; if he is not, he is not the problem, but the one who raises it.
All the students in the water are like this, not to mention the counsellors who work for him.
On more than one occasion, he was publicly critical of Yuan Xin when he was in attendance.
If we continue to fight, Yuan will be caught in the middle.
Me and Little A and Little B, look at me, look at you, never talk again.
Yuan thought about it and said, “Yong Chong said he was drunk last night, drunk and crazy, usually not. What do you think? If you don’t think that’s a good reason, I’ll go and fight for it. I’m sorry.
I’m telling the truth, though the man is usually disgusting, she’s not usually scared with a knife. If you want Yuan to fight again…
The face of the Deputy Secretary of the Committee, which we usually avoid, let him fight.
Forget it, forget it.
That’s when Lin finds someone and we can move.
Let’s not get into trouble.
So the three of us exchanged our eyes, and they both gave up their heads, and I said, “All right, let’s stay with her for a while, and let’s get Yuan to the other side of the forest. After all, it’s the students of their home, and let’s figure out what’s going on.” I’m sorry.
And when Yuan Noded, and when he brought us to the gate, he said: I will. By the way, the Deputy Secretary specifically instructed you to think about the reputation of the college and the school. I’m sorry.
4
It wasn’t meant to be.
We’re all the kind of people who learn well, who are highly qualified, who enter the party and who graduate, and who are important to us, and who are not good enough for us to make up with the college.
After all, reality is not a television show, and nobody can be quick to take revenge without consequence.
But when we came back to the bedroom, we put on makeup, and said to ourselves in contempt: “Yo, I thought I’d be good enough to come back and live in ash.” I’m sorry.
At this moment, I am not angry, but feeling a sense of weakness.
Those who did it, if they had nothing to do with it, had even a beautiful make-up.
And my friends and I, we’re going to get trained by our mentors and even by the deputy secretary of the party, and we’re going to get down to the so-called big picture.
I wonder if the world, so-called justice, really exists only on paper?
This time, I didn’t fight with her again.
I pretended not to hear her sarcasm and packed my clothes and laundry.
When you went to the big balcony to wash your clothes, little B came with his face and clothes.
The faucet’s up to the maximum, the foam’s in my hand.
I looked at her in the mirror.
I’m exhausted and she smiles a little, “Don’t you want to hear this? I’m sorry.
Little B told me about a melon.
She said that her senior high school sister worked as a student assistant at the Forest Steering Office, passing through the porch while fetching water, and heard her phone call.
The telephone content was so intense that she had been standing long after she had taken the water and had been found by a forest guide after fear of going out.
According to Lin, the young girl is the girlfriend of a friend of the hospital, who only donated 800,000 scholarships to the college for outstanding students a year ago. Even if the young girl did wrong in this case, it is up to them to defend the young girl on her behalf.
When I returned to the office, I went to the university to search for “news dynamics” this year.
Indeed, there is a donation of 800,000 alumni and the name of the scholarship is named after the alumni themselves.
But what’s the most ridiculous thing? This alumni, it’s over 40 years old.
One more time, the name of the alumni is used to describe the success of his family career.
Oh, do these two have any more faces?
By the way, I can’t tell you who’s on the other side of the phone, but little B guessed from the conversation that the other one was Chen’s assistant secretary at our college.
And this little girl in the forest’s mouth, it’s self-evident, is yellow heart.
This gossip is so far-fetched, it’s so absurd that it’s logical to be out there.
This is the only way to explain why the College is being paranoid about placing her in the “care” position of “protective” and “care” when it is being done wrong.
It’s disgusting, the “love story” of young girls under 20 and 40 or so old men with beers.
I can’t remember the night she called her “boyfriend” and called her “husband” on the phone.
There are things that can’t really think, think too much, and there are other emotions besides disgusting.
Cold water has frozen my hands to the red, and cold fingers are warming as they wash and dry.
Also recovering is my frustration-driven rage.
Mr. Lin, Deputy Secretary-General Chen, said the school honour, all of which was a profit.
A man’s watch, a solemn promise, no match for real money?
If we’re really good, who’s next?
We said, “The reputation of the school is closed, but it is they who are the worst moral losers.” All right, the college is afraid of big, so let’s show him big! I’m sorry.
After washing your clothes back to the bedroom, Yellow Heart is gone.
The smell of fragrance in the room, and the smell of stinking socks.
We both opened the surveillance back up with the intention of picking out the footage of last night when she smashed the door and giving a circle of friends to break her face.
It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t have a picture. Her voice was scary enough that day.
But not long ago, after we left last night, she opened my closet with a knife, one at a time, and cut my clothes so hard.
And the door was closed, and the picture was dark, but there were other noises.
She opened the locker of two other roommates and cut their clothes with a sharp knife.
And it shall be a disgrace to the voice of anger, and to the scolding.
We pressed the pause and opened the closet door to check our stuff.
That’s fucking dumb! I just bought this year a fowl that was cut so badly, and all the fowls are missing.
So are the other clothes. My grandma picked me up a dress, me and my girlfriend went through the mall to buy a coat, and a dress specifically bought to meet a male god.
Every dress I remember is who bought it with and how clear or snowy it is.
It’s gone now, and my memories, along with these clothes, have become a pile of rags.
Okay, good. We’re gonna have to step on it again at this time of the day, and we’re gonna be forced by the college because of her old boyfriend?
My fingernails were strangling in the palm, my head was buzzing, my fingers were shaking and calling 110.
It was little B who stopped me: “Well, let’s figure out how much these things are worth before we call the police.” I remember the last lesson of the criminal code, when I said the line between the crime of intentional damage to property and the crime of non-crime. I’m sorry.
I have a very handsome teacher at law school, and he runs an open field, and there are people sitting in the hallway.
This feast of joy between the brain and the eye, me and Little A and Little B naturally didn’t miss.
I’m still thinking, “B, we can figure out what the value of the clothes she broke, and if it’s more than 10,000, it’s a lot, and she’s going to jail or jail. Even if the value was less than 10,000, she had been detained or warned in violation of the PSA. I’m sorry.
The winter clothes were expensive, and my feathers were bought for two months, $1,800.
Little B. I found little B. This guy’s a deep-seated rich woman!
Four thousand dollars a coat, 5,000 dollars a velvet dress, and a thin, half skirt, and 3,000 dollars a day.
The total value of the clothes that had been damaged in her closet alone had exceeded $20,000.
Okay, very good.
You’ll be punished by the law!
When we looked into the law, we forgot to press the pause button.
A very delicate sound came out of the surveillance.
The first second was when the scolded yellow heart suddenly phoned and complained about how annoying her roommates were.
Maybe she knew we wouldn’t go back. She yelled at her husband one by one, even with an amplification.
I saw the eye surveillance time, it’s more than 2:00 in the morning.
What’s the matter with you?
There’s a clear voice of her boyfriend on the phone.
It’s magnetic, but something’s wrong.
That sounds like he’s not the one with Chow.
Mr. Zhou, in 1974, he was born with considerable wealth, but with an unchanged voice.
And the voice of the person who’s being monitored back there, the standard of Mandarin, the sound is so good that it can lead.
There’s no way that Zhou tried to correct the accent just to pick up the phone.
The answer is too obvious: Yellow Heart has a “boyfriend” with an unknown ceiling.
I’m still in the mood of “You’ve got a lot of heart,” little B, and suddenly he hits his thigh: “It’s a pie in the sky! I’m sorry.
Nothing but pie.
Little B explains: “Do you think that Lin and Chen’s Deputy Secretary-General are protecting Yellow Heart in the name of their fellow courtlors, who will still protect Yellow Heart if they find themselves green? I’m sorry.
I was a little confused: “How can we let him know that he has been greened and has no contact with him?” I’m sorry.
Little B said, “We didn’t. The forest director did. I’m sorry.
Her logic is clear.
If he wanted to protect Huang Chong, he would not interfere, but rather influence us through a forest guide.
As long as I let the guide know about the two ships with yellow hearts, the alumni will know.
It’s too easy to let Lin know.
Me and little B combined, wrote a new fairy tale.
As to why it was a fairytale rather than a straight narrative, because the fact could not be said that it would violate a person ‘ s right to privacy; but the story, of course, could draw on reality.
You know, Huang’s never learned the law, but we’re both in the criminal law class.
That night, a tweet called ” Snow Black and the Seven Crimes” was fresh.
There are seven counts of Black Snow’s sins: arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, hunger and lust, each of which is explained by a novelty of fairy tales.
No names or specific incidents are involved.
Besides fairy tales, they’re fairy tales.
The story simply needs to give a framework, and the details will naturally be filled with enthusiastic people.
You all know that it’s human instinct to eat a melon.
And soon after that, I’ve seen it in a lot of herds.
The message will be long legs and the heart will see.
This kind of person, naturally, includes the director and Zhou.
I don’t believe it. After seeing this, they’ll keep their hearts shut.
And when the reading rate swooped up, little B called 110: “Hey, hello, I want to report a case. I’m sorry.
And while the sound of his heels was ringing, and the door opened open,
As soon as he saw us at the door, he said, “Take her nail bag and smash it on us.” I’m sorry.
The nail bag hit me on the shoulder and hurt.
It’s a hell of a situation!
“It’s up to us to say it! I’m yelling.
The bad mood of seeing the broken clothes in the closets has now turned into rage and fighting power.
I grabbed her nail bag and pulled it out of her hand.
I still have a blunt nail in my hand, but I don’t care.
“Who’s finished? Are you still a human being? What’s the point of making a mistake? Who told you to move our closet? I’m sorry.
I opened my closet with anger and took out my feathers.
I pushed too hard, and a bunch of feathers came out of my mouth and blew my yellow heart all over my face.
“What’s wrong with you?” Who said I did it? I’m sorry.
“Don’t tell us, the police uncle will look into it himself.” I’m sorry.
She changed her face: “Did you call the police?” I’m sorry.
Little B raised his cell phone, and there was a phone call on the interface: 110.
He went down in a panic to pick up his nail bag, flipped his cell phone and made a very nervous call.
I guess it’s off the hook. She’s panicking again.
She seems to be in the neighborhood. The police haven’t arrived yet.
“It’s you again. What’s wrong with you two? Didn’t your counselor agree with you? I’m sorry.
Oh, it’s an indiscriminate criticism of our tone.
It’s so familiar and disgusting.
I smiled, “What is the reason why you have to protect your heart anyway, Mr. Lin? I’m sorry.
She probably didn’t think I’d ask, “I’m all the same for students, and I’ve never been partial.” I’m sorry.
And when we did not speak, she said, “You are young and do not understand, and think that I am partial to the yellow heart, but I am also considering for you.” If a slap didn’t ring, you’d call the police and arrest Huang-suk, wouldn’t Huang-suk tell me what you’re doing to her? Do you want to take a civil servant or not? Back to the record, but it’s hard. I’m sorry.
What logic is that?
Did you learn from Lin?
Little B smiled: “You’re too much of a cop.” The police case is based on evidence, not on anyone who has money. I’m sorry.
And the face of the tree was stiffened, and the sight of it was not natural: “What are you talking about? What is the golden Lord? You’re a kid. You’re such a bitch. I’m sorry.
“Did you look at my diary, or did you listen to my phone, both of you?” I’ll rip your faces off!”
She’s coming at us, and Lin’s scared.
I couldn’t react in time, and I took a slap from my heart.
She shaved my face with her long fingernails in red, and I was in pain, strangling her shoulder and pushing out.
And when a few shadows were turned from the door, one of them browsed: “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
It’s the police. They’re following the security guard.
A police officer caught Huang’s heart and another older uncle asked, “Who called the police?” I’m sorry.
Little B says, “It’s me. I’m sorry.
The police uncle also said, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
We said, “We just got back from school and found the clothes in the closet cut with a knife.” The clothes were expensive in the winter and the roommate was initially suspected. So we called the police. I’m sorry.
The police didn’t say anything, and Huang’s heart started screaming, “You’re throwing me dirty water!” Who said I did? Do you have proof? Don’t listen to her. She’s been jealous for a long time. I’m sorry.
The people who eat melons without knowing the truth (the little sister in the bedroom next door) have come to watch the fun.
If the evidence is not, the surveillance is recorded.
I take out the phone, click on the APP, select date, click back…
At 1:50 a.m., I left the bedroom with Little A, Little B and the counselor and the security uncle.
The bedroom is quiet.
After a while, the hysteria on the floor sounded.
The dark, dark surveillance footage suddenly filled with light, followed by a shaking of clothes and the yellow-hearted face that appeared in the blanks of the clothes.
She had the light on her back and couldn’t see it.
Occasionally, the light was on her face at several angles and she was able to see faceless, black eyes and red lips.
And then she scratches her clothes so hard, “Go to hell! Go to hell! I’m sorry.
And then she banged off my closet door.
The surveillance camera returned to black, but she was able to hear her voice and insults when she opened the other two roomie closet doors.
She’s acting a little crazy, even though I’ve seen it again.
The whole room was silent, except for the cursing, which was distorted and distorted in the cell phone.
I broke the silence: “You want proof, don’t you? The evidence is right here. We’ve counted the total value of broken clothes over $20,000. According to article 275 of the Criminal Code of the People ‘ s Republic of China, any person who intentionally destroys public or private property in greater or other serious circumstances shall be sentenced to imprisonment, detention or a fine for a term not exceeding three years. I’m sorry.
Little B: “In many places, 20,000 dollars is enough for the `larger’ standard; even if not, you are violating the PRC Law on Administrative Penalties for Security. I’m sorry.
And I put down my cell phone for a while and said to the policeman, “Yes, you saw it when you came in. She slapped me and cut my face with her fingernails. As I have just checked, although this level of injury does not amount to a minor forensic injury, which does not amount to a violation of the criminal law, she has already violated article 43 of the Policing Code. I want to report this, too, okay? I’m sorry.
“As long as you feel that the safety of your lives and property has been violated, you can report it.” Also, you should have called the police when you had a knife in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
There was a misperception at the time about the speed of the People ‘ s Police ‘ s outburst, and it was felt that the security services would be more familiar with the terrain.
Don’t be like me, trust the People’s Police!
I’ll see who I’m sending.
And I said immediately: “Lin, before you lift up who’s crushing us, ask Huang-suk whether she was a friend of yours after she cut off our clothes.” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
I laughed: “It means literally.” I’m sorry.
Little B may not be patient enough to say to the police uncle, “The surveillance evidence is here, and we will not accept reconciliation, and she must pay for her actions. Anything else we can do, we can do it. I’m sorry.
It’s only now that Huang Chong is panicking, and he calls from his bag: “No, you can’t arrest me. I’m looking for Zhou Qi! I’m sorry.
Maybe it’s offline. She’s calling again, still not.
The police officer said, “No one is worth looking for.” I’m sorry.
On the other hand, the older uncle of the police said on official business: “We are the police officers of the xx station, and we will now present you with an oral summons in accordance with the law. Please come with us to the police station for an investigation, or we will force you to do so in accordance with the law. I’m sorry.
It’s in the process now.
Your heart is weak, your face is white.
At last, at the police station, Huang can’t go mad.
She seems to finally realize something, and she’s begging us, “I’ll pay for it. Please, I’m a student. I don’t want to go to jail. I’m sorry.
Little B said calmly, “We thought so when you threatened us with a knife. Please, I’m a student and I want to live. We gave you the opportunity to repent. I’m sorry.
That’s it.
“If you had agreed to a change of venue instead of moving out of the week to pressure the counselor to force us to live with you, it would not have been like this. I’m sorry.
Soon after, Deputy Secretary-General Chen, Lin, Yuan and a high-level leader I didn’t know came.
The police station is a district with our school, which usually invites civilian police to give lectures on anti-fraud and other topics.
A small office has been set up at the police station, and we are all in the office at the behest of the school leaders.
The leader from the school was Fong, and several teachers called for the Director of the other party.
When the Commissioner sat down, he said to us, “I’m in a meeting, and I’m suddenly informed that the students have called the police and that the meeting is not over, so I’m here.” I don’t know what’s going on. Can I just say something? I’m sorry.
I was just about to talk to little B., and Lin was ahead of him: “Where is this? They promised well before, they didn’t make a big deal, they didn’t expect to call the police. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
She’s really good at moving trees.
I said it wasn’t big. It was when I didn’t see the clothes broken!
Besides, it wasn’t too big at the time, and it was entirely for Yuan’s sake.
What, now it’s our fault?
I said, “Lin, we were drunk and we were waving a knife in front of us when we said we were going to change dormitories. You did not agree and said that no one was going to live with her, but we had to be humbled.” We listened to the college arrangements, and it turned out that Yellow Heart cut all our clothes in our closet. I’m sorry.
Little B adds: “On both occasions you were present, and your so-called “communication” was to ignore our demands and to protect our hearts. We were disappointed at the handling of the school and had to report it to the police. I’m sorry.
The vision of the Fong Director fell on the forest director.
She seemed a little hung up, and she said, “Tang Joy, I was thinking about you in this matter. If you want to put your classmates in jail, it’s bad for your reputation. I’m sorry.
Even though it was easy for me and little B to start by trying to find a way to mediate and not actually charge Yellow Heart, it was very uncomfortable for Lin to talk like that.
What do you mean, “you’re going to jail”?
It’s like it’s our fault. It’s completely blurry.
And when we were silent, he said, “You are young and you can only see the long term.” The teacher is here to think for you. And you brought her in quickly, but how will the rest of your classmates look at you? Do you think the two of you are very difficult to get along, and you can’t help but call the police? I’m sorry.
When I saw both of us bow down, I saw Lin’s way of winning. When you have settled with Huang’s heart, I will arrange for you to return to another place. Isn’t that what you’re after? I’m sorry.
Oh, that’s funny.
It had been a long time since it had been said that it would be necessary to wait for the main student cadres to move to the school.
Now it’s the public security authorities.
I was just laughing and suddenly I got ahead of myself.
It’s Yuan.
Mr. Yuan is a graduate student and has only begun to be a mentor this year.
She listened silently and did not speak after the leader appeared.
At the moment, her hands were tightened in the glass, as if she were a little nervous and as if she was forcing herself to speak.
I’m Tang Yue’s counselor. I’d like to make my point. I’m sorry.
The Commissioner Noded.
Both Lin and Chen were surprised to see Yuan’s guide.
But she didn’t pay attention to them.
“It was wrong to deal with this at first. The threat of a knife to the roommate after the wine should, in fact, have met Tang’s demands and replaced the dormitories in a timely manner. But Lin called me and said that Huang-suk’s boyfriend was alumni of their college, and it was not good for them to piss off. I’m sorry.
Commissioner Fang’s eyes have changed.
“It’s not the same thing to maintain relationships with friends and protect students. I’m sorry.
The Commissioner Noded.
The Deputy Secretary-General seems to have realized something, and he says very harshly: “Jon, what do you say about this? I’m sorry.
When Yuan looked at him, his voice was shaking: “Is this irrelevant?” Do you really think this is irrelevant? As a teacher, can students be offered for profit? I’m sorry.
I remember how afraid she used to be of the deputy secretary.
Now, however, she is brave enough to argue with Mr. Chen, even though her voice is unstable and her fingers are rapidly deformed.
“In the pre-service training, it is stated that first, teachers must be committed to their lives. I thought that was what every teacher should do, put the students first. But from the day you told me to follow the instructions, I began to question the meaning of the profession. I’m sorry.
“As a teacher, if I can’t protect a student, then what am I supposed to do? I’m sorry.
Her eyes were a little red and her words were bumpy, but that did not prevent anyone present from understanding her.
Commissioner Fang was silent for a moment, pouring her a hot water. “Your name is Yuan, right? Yuan Seon, you sit down and drink. I’m sorry.
Vice-Secretary Chen is in a hurry: “Fang Zheng, the young people of our house are not very good at it.
He’s not finished. He’s been cut off.
“I don’t know anything. I see it better than a lot of people. What was the beginning of the teaching team? Secretary Chan, I think we should all think about it. I’m sorry.
Vice Secretary Chan is muted.
“Now, there’s an uphill wind in the teaching profession. Only a small percentage, but the impact is very bad. If that’s what you guys said, then I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
The Deputy Secretary-General, Chen, and the forest director stayed in their places, opened their mouths and tried to justify something, but eventually remained silent.
And they didn’t look at each other, and went on to say, “The dormitory conflict is a very small thing, and it must be our teacher’s responsibility because it’s so big today. At this time, we will not shirk our responsibilities, nor will we be silt. We respect the views of the students and fully support the handling of the public security organs. I’m sorry.
At this moment, the wind is completely reversed and the most urgent is yellow hearts.
“Lin Sein, you heard Tang-hae saying she wanted me to go to jail I’m 19 and I don’t want to go to jail. I’m sorry.
In the eyes of several eyes, Lin showed the seriousness of being a human being: “How can you destroy people’s clothes if I don’t say you, so let’s have a little mouth between them?” How many times have I told you, students must be learning how to live. How do you get into society? I’m sorry.
Me and Little B are getting more grumpy.
The speed of this face-to-face .
This is a clean and clean statement.
She must have been responsible for this.
Moreover, she knew that Huang Chong had done something wrong, but for the sake of her friend, she let her heart fall on her side and used us three as cannons to fill her heart.
It is true that there is a very strong relationship with Huang-chul himself.
But Lin’s acquiescence even contributed to it. Why is it not a sign of yellow heart?
She’s pretty good at avoiding weight.
This is in fact an expression of the fact that she has been persuaded more than once to have a relationship with her roommate and that she has nothing to do with her doing this today.
To put it harshly, she used us as a tool for courtesies and now as a tool for good leadership.
But everybody’s not stupid. I can see what she’s doing.
You always have to pay back, you always have to be beaten if you make a mistake.
She should have known that.
When I saw this attitude, my heart fell down on its knees, kneeling before both of us and slapping itself in the face.
“I’m a bitch, I’m sick, I’m wrong. I’ll get you down on your knees, or you can call me back. I’ll never fight you back. Please, I don’t want to go to jail. I’m sorry.
She said she was on her knees, pulled me and B, grabbed my hand and hit her in the face.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
She’s really scary!
“What are you doing?” This is the police station!”
The leaders’ faces were stalked at the speed of the forest guide, and the teachers came up and pulled her: “What do you look like? I’m sorry.
“We have two words to say.” I’m sorry.
Little B said, “We can reconcile, we can delete.” However, Huang Chong must be removed and punished, and the punishment of the public security organs and the disciplinary action of the school must be carried back. I’m sorry.
I take out the Student Manual from the school bag, which explains article by article: “In accordance with article 16 of our School’s Student Infractions Regulations, the following penalties shall be given: if the intentional infliction of bodily harm does not cause serious harm to another person; article 29 provides for the intentional damage to public or private property in serious circumstances, subject to the above-mentioned sanction; and article 42 provides for the imposition of the above-mentioned penalty if the student’s accommodation regulations are violated, the residence of the other person is prevented and repeated. I’m sorry.
Little B. Answer: “We can’t sue, but the school can’t let it go. I’m sorry.
Actually, from the beginning, B and I were just trying to make up.
It’s a real case. We’re on the run.
We still want to study and get scholarships, but we don’t want to waste time on her.
He had been killed in front of Huang’s heart in order to make her remember and scare her.
There is also an implicit implication, called Revere, to make it clear to the school that we are not soft tomatoes and that we will have direct access to justice in the aftermath of injustice.
It’s been a month since the dust finally settled.
Yellow heart moved away from the dorm and paid us $28,000.
Disciplinary action in schools was also taken in time.
Huang Chong has also violated several school regulations and has been sentenced to a “remand” punishment.
The teacher also specifically stressed that, during the stay in school, there was a risk of being expelled from school if the relevant provisions of the school were violated.
As a result, Huang Chong stopped school.
Oh, yes, and Lin.
It was said that Lin had been severely criticized, that it was not clear how it had been handled internally, and that, in any case, she might not have been able to think of administrative promotions later.
Deputy Secretary Chen was transferred from his post to that of Deputy Secretary of the College, instead of being Deputy Secretary of the College, to an administrative post in the College.
My dad says it’s a “might up and down,” and I don’t get it.
They are in contrast to Yuan.
Yuan had intended to resign, and she said she wanted to go home to take the civil service exam.
Her words were, “I was a bit reckless that day, offended the leader, and I may not be able to stay in school.” I’m sorry.
On the contrary, she is the only teacher who has been recognized for less than a year in the school’s annual rating.
In the circle of friends, she had the certificate and smiled so brightly.
We sent Yuan flowers, a postcard, a piece of cake, very solemn:
Dear Yuan, thank you very much for everything you’ve done for us. You later told us you felt guilty after following the instructions of Under-Secretary Chen. But let us tell you, don’t feel guilty, because we also lost faith in teachers and schools once, and you pulled us back.
Education is said to be one cloud that drives another. I didn’t believe it before, but now I do. You always say you’re just a little counselor, but you make us understand that even a person who is in the middle of a rule, tangible or intangible, encounters many dilemmas, following his heart, holding on to his faith, can produce infinite power.
You have influenced us physically, and so will we.
Love you, my Yuan Sei!
Everything has returned to calm, as the storybook says: “The prince and the princess have lived happily ever after, and witches and bad sisters have been punished. I’m sorry.
The good and the bad have their own homes, as if this was the end of the book.
But reality is more than that.
After this wave, the three people in our bedroom, who look like they’re 19 years old, have changed so much in their minds.
It’s like the role of the game is of an experience, and suddenly, after hitting a level, it’s grown a lot.
The characters’ clothes and weapons have not changed, but the change has occurred on the knife that cuts to the monster boss — the hand with the knife has stabilized and the value of the damage has increased.
About Bykin, about power, about the invisibility of officials, about the history of human beings, about respect for teachers, about professional beliefs…
Those distant concepts are washed up by reality, fall into our eyes and eventually have different meanings and interpretations.
Fortunately, after this storm, the vast heavens and the earth remain, waiting for us to explore.
There are only two things to be desired by the kings:
The first point is never to back down and never to give the world to the hateful. Laws and regulations will be our weapons of protection. Justice will finally prevail.
The second point is to insist that “the human being is an end, not a tool”. A man who is not a forest guide or a deputy secretary like Chen, and who is to be a Yuan guide and a place to be. Remember to cover the weak when they are strong enough.
This room defence battle was marked by anger, uncertainty and frustration, but these are the tip of the iceberg floating above the sea.
There are more things hidden under the sea that may not be written on paper, but I know that they will be engraved in my thoughts, and will lead me in the dark.
Don’t worry, the world is black and white, but you must be the righteous one!
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
