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The fat guy was eventually charged with several cris: intentional assault, causing trouble, insulting won, and so on. Anyway, he’s facing enough to get what’s coming to him.

But when the news reached the class group, inevitably there were so people who had a lot to say.

"We’ve been classmates, why put soone to death?"

"Leave so leeway in life, so you can et again in the future."

"I know this fat guy, he’s just a bit lecherous but never forced anyone; maybe he gets a bit mouthy, but he’s definitely not malicious."

...

Since Qu Fulan had long blocked the class group, she had no idea they were manipulating the narrative like this.

But the people in the group didn’t just talk; they also asked so female classmates who had a relationship with Qu Fulan to pass on the ssage. In essence, their goal was singular: to get the fat guy out, after all, they’d been classmates.

The ones passing on the ssage were two female classmates who had initially invited Qu Fulan to attend the class reunion. They contacted Qu Fulan and conveyed everyone’s words, also expressing their own opinions.

"For the sake of future class reunions, let it go."

"Yeah, the fat guy is popular in class, it’ll be awkward when we et again."

To this, Qu Fulan had only one thing to say, "Why should the person who committed the cri not feel awkward, and I should?"

The two female classmates were visibly embarrassed; the logic was understandable, but wasn’t the conclusion that nothing happened?

Qu Fulan understood then; if it didn’t concern them, everyone could easily stand and talk painlessly — nothing left to say. In short, she wouldn’t retract any accusations.

Their persuasion failed, and many in the group grew highly critical of Qu Fulan, believing she was petty, unkind, and disregarded classmate friendship. Who’d dare be friends with soone like her? Don’t expect her help if sothing arises. She might even stab you in the back.

Thus, so people with intentions put the video online, driving the narrative there as well.

The video was edited, taken out of context; the fat guy’s harassnt was cut, starting directly with Qu Fulan’s sarcastic remarks, without Pei Ji’an’s presence.

The video quickly went viral, misleading many uninford netizens into initially believing Qu Fulan was cheap for chatting, "deserved the beating," and questioning her audacity in reporting to the police.

"She’s exploiting her female identity to act recklessly. This ’cry wolf’ approach isn’t advisable; when other won truly face harassnt, no one will believe them."

"Who is this woman, what’s her background, why is she so arrogant?"

"This woman is from the neighboring class; the fat guy in the video is her classmate. Maybe she encountered him and he greeted her, but she just jumped into action—likely paranoia."

"She’s been like this at school before; no matter which male classmate speaks to her, she thinks they have ideas about her, laughable."

"Last year’s news—did you all forget? She refused to donate blood to her family and made the hot search, even blew up her studio; heard she has a wealthy boyfriend—that’s her arrogance capital."

"She wouldn’t donate blood to her family, no wonder she’d fra classmates."

"Is her boyfriend blind to fall for a woman like her?"

...

Qu Fulan’s studio was attacked again, her best friend furious at those comnts.

"These people know nothing, why do they have such foul mouths? The full video isn’t like this at all; who’s the disgusting person maliciously editing it? Should we put out the full video to clarify?"

Pei Ji’an had copied the video earlier, intending to give it to the police as evidence, now convenient for clarification.

But Qu Fulan said, "Let my matter wait a while; first release the video of him harming others."

The fat guy’s hit-and-run incident should also see daylight.

It wasn’t until doing self-dia that Qu Fulan realized the importance of public relations. The sa incident, handled differently, can yield different outcos.

Many fild the day’s events; impossible to stop, and if maliciously edited by the ill-intentioned online, her reputation would be ruined.

So she promptly searched and retrieved the fat guy’s hit-and-run video.

At the ti, few paid attention, so few knew; she copied the video.

If soone frad her, she’d release the video—for more publicity, even better.

Her best friend who watched the video only thought it extrely brutal; she just realized how wealthy people can truly do as they please, even smoothing over a hit and run.

But she still didn’t understand, "Releasing this video won’t help your reputation..." The best friend quickly caught on, "I get it!"

Once the video was released, it indeed quickly went viral.

The girl in the video was dragged for a kiloter, her features worn smooth; describing with "tragic" was insufficient.

"He’s heartless! Why didn’t he stop after hitting her, why drag her for a kiloter? That’s too brutal!"

"Because it’s troubleso if she isn’t killed, but if she’s dead, pay compensation—it’s over, more convenient."

"Is the victim alive? Why wasn’t such big news exposed initially? What happened afterward, what’s the aftermath?"

"This fat guy has connections; they suppressed the news, heard the victim beca a vegetable, lives on a feeding tube, honestly, better off dead."

"Worse, the fat guy’s family doesn’t even compensate—too arrogant!"

...

The fat guy’s hit-and-run video soon beca a sensation online. Netizens demanded an explanation, achieved because the extensive attention led higher authorities to take notice, reopening the case.

What awaited the fat guy was the fate he deserved.

Simultaneously, Qu Fulan’s reputation began to shift.

Because a marketing account posted the full video, those who’d cursed Qu Fulan before began apologizing, naturally starting to judge the fat guy’s character.

"No wonder I thought the fat guy seed sleazy at first; he truly does all kinds of disgusting deeds."

"Did you notice? This beauty is always victimized. Last ti’s blood donation incident was also targeting her; they wanted her to donate blood to the mistress’s daughter."

"This world’s harsh on won, especially beauties; when anything happens, people assu the most malicious intentions."

"I’ve been following the beauty’s videos; I find them very positive. I always believed soone like her wouldn’t do anything bad."

...

Besides redeeming Qu Fulan’s reputation, the classmates who’d frad her behind her back were also unearthed by many netizens.

"Initially, when people didn’t know the fat guy was classmates with the beauty, these accounts revealed it. They said they were from the sa school, disliking the beauty’s actions, yet were her classmates, backstabbing her."

"How can such n exist? The one harassed was the beauty, yet why bla her?"

"Because they’re of a similar kind as the fat guy, of course, they speak for him; disgusting n flock together."

"Maybe these people also did sothing illegal; everyone dig deeper, finding out is doing justice!"

Now, those few classmates were panicking.

In business, who’s truly clean?

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