A Bottle of Poisoned Coke Really Screwed Me Over

When Bao Lei and her friends arrived, the sun was blazing, so hot that clods of earth on the roof were crumbling. They called this a "Rural-Urban Hand-in-Hand, Poverty Alleviation Heart-to-Heart" activity. To put it bluntly, it was just a bunch of rich kids from the city who had nothing better to do, coming to our poor mountain village, taking a few photos, posting them on social media, feeling a little smug, and incidentally completing their school's social practice assignment. Bao Lei was the class beauty, and like her name, she was still in the bud. She was dressed very little, in a tight white short-sleeved T-shirt with a heart-shaped hole at the chest, revealing a small patch of skin that was even more revealing than her T-shirt.