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In order to win over men, my charming roommate secretly took photos of me and my best friend and sent them to the freshman group. We treat her as a sister, but she pushes us out as prey. Countless wretched men have targeted us. My best friend and I were constantly harassed and physically threatened. Facing our questioning, she looked aggrieved: "I just want others to appreciate your beauty, what's wrong with that?" As a result, my best friend suffered from depression and was forced to drop out of school. And I was also followed and brutally killed by a pervert on my way to school. When I opened my eyes again, my roommate was cricketing me in the group chat: "You haven't come back so late. Have you gone out to look for a man?" I sneered and replied to her: "I'm helping you choose a cemetery!"

The second aunt claims to be an outspoken person. What she's best at is uncovering people's scars and rubbing salt into them. They even openly made disgraceful rumors about me in front of my mother-in-law's family. Faced with my questioning, she didn't take it seriously. "I'm used to being outspoken. I don't think too much about it." "The pure will be clear. Why are you so anxious? Isn't there something lurking in your heart?" "I'm not afraid of the shadows. It's just a joke. Just go ahead." "No wonder young people these days tend to have trouble thinking and are too small-minded!" Later, I also became an outspoken person. But the second aunt couldn't bear it anymore and cried and begged me not to do it. I responded coldly, "Niece Aunt Xiao, I'm just as outspoken as you."

When Mrs. Qin came to the door, I knew that Qin Ye and I were about to end. She didn't say a harsh word from beginning to end. Even the check sent to me was neatly put in an envelope and was not thrown naked in my face. But the more this happens, the more the insurmountable gap between Qin Ye and me becomes apparent. So, I left. Three years later, Mrs. Qin came to visit again. Always elegant, she became hysterical. "Song Tang, what's so good about you? Why do you make Qin Ye miss you so much?"

My best friend asked me to help with tutoring, but then she reported me to the education department. Years of hard work were in vain, and I was forced to leave my beloved three-foot podium. But she didn't take it seriously, "I'm doing this for your own good! What can I do as a teacher?" I gave up the last burden of being a teacher. Let her fully understand that not everyone can be offended by her!

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