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It was getting dark.
The students were leaving school, and the school gate was as clean as ever, as if what had happened that morning was a dream.
The students all have cell phones. Although most of Su Qianqian's classmates know the truth and don't want to spread the news, there are always busybodies who take pictures of the incident and post them online. Even other schools have heard some gossip about it.
When Fang Jingjing learned of this, her face was filled with surprise.
With only one month left in the semester, the school will definitely select students to go to Jiangcuo School for intensive college entrance examination training next semester in the near future.
Fang Jingjing gripped her phone tightly with her hand. She had ranked third in the entire school in this monthly exam, but the school only had one spot available. If she didn't use some underhanded tactics, she wouldn't get a chance at all.
But she was unwilling to accept it. Why was it that she and Jiang Cuo both came from poor backgrounds, and Jiang Cuo's family conditions were not even as good as hers?
Why is Jiang Cuo able to go to such a good high school, while she missed out simply because she came in second?
If it weren't for Jiang Cuo, wouldn't she be the one receiving a better education?
She didn't have a good family background like Su Qianqian, and her parents were so useless. If she wanted to get what she wanted, she could only rely on her own efforts.
So what if she tells lies? It's just a means to achieve her desired goal.
Fang Jingjing felt that her parents were only good for paying her tuition and, incidentally, helping her gather information.
What can such useless parents provide for her from childhood to adulthood?
Which step wasn't achieved through her own efforts?
So when Fang Jingjing got home, she put down her schoolbag and showed an arrogance that she didn't have at school. She went to the kitchen and looked at the food her mother had prepared with disdain.
Bland and tasteless.
She knew that her parents had some connection with the parents of the girl who jumped off the building, so she mentioned it briefly.
"Mom, I heard that girl committed suicide."
Fang Jingjing's mother was chopping vegetables, the knife never stopping, the chopping board making a thud, and some minced garlic flew out.
"Who are you talking about? I've heard about it. The girl's mother went to the police station today, saying she wanted compensation from the school, but they couldn't reach an agreement. These days, schools don't care about students' mental health. Trying to ask the school for money is just ridiculous. Besides, she's sexist and doesn't even cry. She's only focused on money. Nobody believes her."
Fang Jingjing was also accompanied by her family to school. She lived in a similar neighborhood to most rural children who moved to the city and rented apartments to support their education.
Fang Jingjing nodded.
"But it seems her mother is back. She was brought back in a police car this afternoon. She was cursing and swearing when she got back, and quite a few people were watching."
The adults only knew some minor details, but Fang Jingjing already knew more detailed information from her phone.
She knew that the girl was able to run to the teacher and complain that Su Qianqian had plagiarized because Su Qianqian was making things up.
It would be better if she jumped off the building, then no one would know that she was the one who spread the news.
Fang Jingjing looked at the dark cement floor and an idea instantly came to her mind. She immediately opened the door, which was already peeling, and ran out.
"You child... It's almost time to eat, where are you going out? Don't go out and cause trouble, come back early."
Fang Jingjing completely ignored her mother's calls. At this moment, she was extremely excited, and a bold idea was forming in her mind.
Suppressing her flustered breathing, she ran to the house of the girl who had attempted suicide and gently knocked on the door.
From inside the door came the woman's muttered curses and the impatient retorts of a boy.
After Fang Jingjing knocked loudly a few times, the middle-aged woman impatiently opened the door.
Who is it?
Upon seeing that it was Fang Jingjing, the middle-aged woman suppressed her anger somewhat and looked Fang Jingjing up and down. "Fang Jingjing, what brings you here?"
They were all accompanying their children to school, renting apartments to support their education, so comparisons between the adults were inevitable. Although Fang Jingjing was also a good student, often ranking in the top three, she attended an ordinary high school. She wasn't on the same level as her deceased daughter, who received scholarships every month—something Fang Jingjing couldn't compare to.
For no apparent reason, the middle-aged woman suddenly developed an air of looking down on others.
Fang Jingjing didn't care about any of that; she had her own goals, and as long as she achieved them, that was all that mattered.
“Auntie, I know what happened. We’re usually so close, and I’m heartbroken. My mom told me that you didn’t get a fair treatment at school today either. I’m really indignant on your behalf, and I thought I’d come here to see if there was anything I could do to help you.”
Fang Jingjing's words pleased the middle-aged woman, who immediately made way for Fang Jingjing to enter.
“You’re not only a good student, but you’re also kind-hearted. I told your mother back then that you’d definitely amount to something when you grow up.”
When Fang Jingjing came in, she saw that the room was just as poor and messy as her own home, and the boy was sitting not far away, looking down at his phone.
He acted so casually as if he didn't have a sister at all, or that a sister had passed away.
“Auntie, the school is full of rich and powerful people. You can’t convince them unless you provide some evidence.”
The middle-aged woman naturally understood this principle, but she had no evidence whatsoever.
Seeing that the woman seemed persuaded, Fang Jingjing continued, "Auntie, do you know where her cell phone is? Maybe we can find something on it."
That middle-aged woman was uneducated; she came from the countryside and had no idea how to use a smartphone.
The boy who had been playing on his phone got up impatiently after hearing Fang Jingjing speak and took out a phone with a cracked screen from a drawer.
Fang Jingjing opened it and found that there was no password.
The middle-aged woman was illiterate, but she still came forward anxiously, as if only compensation could interest her. "Jingjing, look quickly, my daughter is innocent, we can't let those bad people get away with this."
Fang Jingjing was overjoyed to have gotten the phone, so she forced herself to endure the stench emanating from the middle-aged woman as she approached her.
"Auntie, don't worry, I'll take my time looking. Although we're on good terms and I know some things about her, I haven't touched her phone yet, so I'll have to look for it slowly. Please wait a moment."
"Alright, alright, child, don't rush. I'll go cook first. You sit here and look for it slowly."
Seeing that the woman had finally left, and that the boy next to her had no intention of coming over to look, Fang Jingjing immediately felt relieved. She then opened her phone, accessed a forum, and started typing rapidly.
Thus, a post was born, in which a third-person narrative described how the victim suffered school bullying from Su Qianqian and how Su Qianqian, being rich and powerful, incited all the teachers and students in the school, leading to the victim's isolation.
After Fang Jingjing finished writing, there was a hint of madness in her eyes, but she felt it wasn't enough, so she added a few more sentences at the end, making up all sorts of bad things about Jiang Cuo.
Jiang Cuo is not as aloof and noble as he appears on the surface; he has long been kept by Su Qianqian.
This 1,000-word essay was written entirely in the third person, as if it were written by someone very close to the girl who jumped off the building. However, because it was written in such detail, it seemed as if the fictional and fabricated things were real events, yet it didn't seem like something that someone else could have written.
So it creates a false impression, as if it was written by the real author, but also as if it was written by someone else.
Fang Jingjing clicked send, knowing that someone would definitely watch it and that this post would definitely go viral.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman finished cooking, wiped her oily hands haphazardly on her blackened apron, and looked at Fang Jingjing with excitement.
"Child, how is it? Have you found it?"
Fang Jingjing found the phone's format button and formatted the phone while answering the woman. "Auntie, I found that the phone has been formatted and I can't find any messages. I searched for a long time hoping to find a way to recover the phone's contents, but it didn't work. I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you at all and took up your time."
The middle-aged woman's face showed obvious disappointment, and her patience had almost completely vanished.
He muttered to himself, "I haven't found anything. A top student, third in the whole school? What good is he? He still wants to shamelessly stay here to eat? No way."
Fang Jingjing had no interest in their family's dirty food.
"Auntie, then I won't bother you any longer. I'll head back now."
The middle-aged woman nodded perfunctorily and went back to the kitchen.
When Fang Jingjing turned around, she saw that the boy was still sitting there playing games, and he didn't look up the whole time.
Knowing that what he had done was flawless, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
The middle-aged woman started cursing loudly after hearing the kitchen door close.
"What a waste of money. I raised him for nothing, and he died without even bringing me any benefit."
Fang Jingjing was in a great mood after going downstairs. She had been telling the school that she had a good relationship with Jiang Cuo. If she could go to Jiang Cuo's high school to prepare for the college entrance examination, she would also receive Jiang Cuo's help and would definitely achieve better results, bringing honor to the school.
Therefore, the school leaders have been hesitant and the quota has not been finalized, but recently it has been rumored that Su Qianqian and Jiang Cuo have a good relationship.
Since Su Qianqian has gotten involved with her, she might as well ruin Su Qianqian's reputation first.
She knew Jiang Cuo's personality best; he was usually extremely arrogant, looked down on everyone, and always put on airs.
They act as if they're some kind of deity, looking down on everyone.
With this post, Jiang Cuo's reputation will be ruined, and it's also related to Su Qianqian.
Jiang Cuo will definitely stay away from Su Qianqian, so she won't have to bother anymore and can get close to Su Qianqian.
As Fang Jingjing walked, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and saw a familiar figure—it was Jiang Cuo's maternal grandfather.
Fang Jingjing immediately stepped forward, her eyes narrowing into slits with a smile. However, she was too ordinary-looking, with small eyes, a flat nose, a round face, acne, and yellowish skin. Her smile didn't give people a sweet feeling; instead, it made people feel like she needed something from them.
"Greetings, Grandpa Jiang Cuo!"
Jiang Cuo's maternal grandfather is quite old. Although he hasn't been feeling well lately, he can still hear clearly, so he immediately stopped walking.
A kind smile appeared on the old man's face. Unlike the hypocritical smile of the middle-aged woman, Jiang Cuo's grandfather's smile was genuine. He looked at the child in front of him with love, but he didn't know that the child in front of him had a heart as devilish as a demon. "Fang Jingjing?"
Fang Jingjing ran a few steps faster and then began to speak, "How has Grandpa been lately? I've been too busy with my studies lately. Although I keep in touch with Jiang Cuo on my phone, I haven't had time to visit you and Grandma. Jiang Cuo even had a tiff with me about it. Has it been a long time since you mentioned me to you and Grandma?"
Jiang Cuo was independent from a young age and didn't need her grandparents to worry about her. Her grandfather also knew that Jiang Cuo was a thoughtful child, so he didn't interfere much with what Jiang Cuo did, knowing that Jiang Cuo was aware of what she was doing.
Before going to Su Qianqian's villa, Jiang Cuo and her maternal grandparents also rented a house together in the community where they accompanied their children to study.
Therefore, Jiang Cuo's maternal grandfather believed that Jiang Cuo and Fang Jingjing had a very good relationship.
"Oh? Then I'll go back and talk to Jiang Cuo. This child is withdrawn and has few friends to begin with. He has a true friend, and he can't be treated like this."
Fang Jingjing quickly waved her hand, putting on an understanding look, "Grandpa, don't be like that. Don't say Jiang Cuo is wrong. I know Jiang Cuo is in a bad mood lately. That Su Qianqian has such a bad personality, and Jiang Cuo is oppressed by her every day."
"It's okay, Jiang Cuo can take her anger out on me, I can handle it. The monthly exams are just over, so I'll go see her this Saturday and Sunday if I have time, and I'll also visit her grandparents."
Jiang Cuo's grandfather didn't think much of it. He returned here because there was a second-hand wholesale market where things were cheap.
They are currently living in Su Qianqian's villa, and they feel that it would be inappropriate for Fang Jingjing to disturb them rashly.
However, he thought Fang Jingjing was a polite child who wouldn't do such a thing, so he didn't refuse on the spot, afraid of hurting the child's feelings, and nodded.
Fang Jingjing's smile widened, as if she had received some benefit. Her mouth stretched into an extremely frightening grin, almost reaching behind her ears.
"Goodbye, Grandpa. I'm going home for dinner."
Jiang Cuo's maternal grandfather didn't take this matter to heart.
After Fang Jingjing got home, she opened her phone and found the post she had made using that girl's phone. She noticed that the number of views was rising rapidly and there were quite a few comments. Extremely satisfied, she put her phone down to eat.
School had already let out, so this post went viral much faster than other gossip posts, especially since it was a major scandal about Su Qianqian, who was not only involved with Jiang Cuo but also had a life on her hands.
So Su Qianqian's classmates also came across this post.