"I'll go, Wang Xinyu was dismissed because she secretly photographed other people's pictures in the dormitory!"
The classroom before morning reading was still immersed in chaotic noise. This sentence was like a bomb, splitting all whispers in an instant. The girl by the window stuffed the half-bitten Huoshao into the hole in the table and stretched her neck: "It exploded like this? Is it true?"
"It's absolutely true!" The girl who broke the news slapped the table, her voice low but with unquestionable certainty, "I just went to the office to hand in my homework, and I could hear it clearly at the door. The director of the Political and Education Office was furious and said that the evidence was conclusive and that he must be dismissed immediately!"
"Oh my God..." There was a gasp of air-conditioning from all around, and dozens of eyes were directed towards the back row of the classroom. Wang Xinyu's seat was still empty, and the morning light fell on the table, reflecting a lonely trace of chalk dust.
Zixi's hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the ink dripped onto the exercise book and spread into a small ball. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the place where she had been sitting next to her for half a month, and her heart seemed to be clenched tightly by something.
Wang Xinyu was the first friend she made after coming to Fanjing High School.
When she first came here, it was Wang Xinyu who took the initiative to introduce himself to her; in the evening when she came home from study, it was Wang Xinyu who helped her get new books.
Although the two of them had never met each other since the moment they changed tables, she was unwilling to believe that Wang Xinyu would do such a thing.
How could that little girl who always wears a high ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and loves to laugh, be associated with the words "candid photos" and "photographs"?
Intention: He came late, but he is the master of my heart.