The classroom was noisy.
But the students were not talking about Li Ye’s assault, they were discussing Sheng Tang’s poem.
"I got goosebumps all over, it’s really well written!"
"Powerful and vigorous."
"Actually, I didn’t quite understand..."
"This can’t be considered a real love poem, it’s just using love to express ideas — gender equality, the strength and resilience of won. Li Ye felt despair at the ti, struck by both love and life, and Sheng Tang’s poem gave her encouragent."
"Chen Shen doesn’t deserve her, what a scumbag."
So boys agreed: "Totally a scumbag, playing with the girl’s feelings."
"Exactly."
"So low."
Everyone started talking at once.
However, Jiang Baocu quietly posted a video online.
She was good at editing, she cut together everything from the beginning to the end, including Sheng Tang’s poem, and posted it on Weibo too.
The school forum started buzzing again.
Everyone was talking about it.
That poem beca the hottest post, being upvoted repeatedly.
Comnters were saying: "Good poem."
"Very powerful, this is what modern won are about." This was said by a senior student.
"Why isn’t Sheng Tang in the student council’s literature departnt yet? With her talent, she’s more than qualified."
"Support Sheng Tang for the student council!"
"Support Sheng Tang for the student council 1"
The topic started to veer off track.
Students at the front and back of the class were talking to Sheng Tang.
"Did you write that poem on the spot?" They asked Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang was unabashed: "Yeah."
"You’re too amazing."
The students went back to their seats, and the lunch break was almost over.
Qi Lin was bent over his desk, writing sothing.
He didn’t watch the video, but he silently morized Sheng Tang’s entire poem, copying it into his notebook.
A beautiful poem.
He felt a warmth in his heart, it was a strange feeling.
Sheng Tang was joking around with her classmates, smiling.
In the afternoon, the students were too distracted to study, their minds still on what happened at noon.
"How will the school deal with Li Ye?" Jiang Baocu secretly passed a note to Sheng Tang.
How would Sheng Tang know.
Jiang Baocu passed the note to the student in front.
"Probably expulsion, or worse, being expelled." The student in front replied.
Jiang Baocu passed it to the student behind.
The student behind had a similar opinion: "Bai Shaolin and Chen Shen both hope she’ll be expelled, their families definitely won’t let it go."
The class had no heart for their lessons, many were secretly passing notes.
Sheng Tang was the calst.
Bai Shaolin was taken to the hospital.
Her wound was shallow, the doctor disinfected it, no need for dication or stitches, just told her to keep it dry, it would naturally heal in a few days.
"I’m in so much pain, how can it be a light injury?" Bai Shaolin was dissatisfied.
Her mom was causing a scene beside her.
Bai Shaolin’s mother, her finger almost poked the horoom teacher.
The horoom teacher held back his anger.
"Bandage up, give painkillers!" Bai Shaolin cried.
Mrs. Bai wouldn’t let it go either.
This was a private hospital, the doctor had no choice with this rich girl, so he had to redo the treatnt for her shallow wound.
Once everything was done, the horoom teacher told Bai Shaolin to go ho and rest, while she returned to school.
Gu Shiting had been in room 618 during lunch break, he didn’t bother looking at his phone during class either.
Usually, he didn’t check the school forum, and rarely looked at Weibo. He was the only one unaware of the drama in Class 2-1.
During the break after the second class in the afternoon, he went to the restroom, planning to secretly smoke.
So boys were chatting outside.
"... Over five thousand comnts now, Sheng Tang’s reputation has risen again."
"She’s really good, this new poem is excellent. Everyone’s calling for her to join the student council, maybe we should make an exception and recruit her?"
"We should discuss it at the next eting."
Gu Shiting clearly heard the na "Sheng Tang."
What comnts, what new poem?
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