The people in the dormitory were stunned for a moment, then a burst of laughter rang out. Someone said, "Look, Miss Sun is so embarrassed, she is playing with the young lady's temper again!"

"Hmph!" Someone hummed disdainfully, "This is not at home. Everyone wants to hold her in their hands to offer her. Besides, we didn't say anything, it's just a few jokes. She is just a speaker who has no intention and listener who has no intention! Don't get angry at Jun Shan, turn around and spread the anger on our heads!"

The person speaking was named Fan Zhijian. In the past, he was also one of Sun Yi's suitors. I don't know how many love letters were written, but there was no news as if they were sinking into the sea. Fan Zhijian was young and energetic, so naturally he could not bear such treatment. Since then, he has turned from love to hate. Every time when talking about Sun Yi, he must have a few sharp comments.

The female classmate sitting next to Sun Yi had short hair and was as cheerful as a man on weekdays, so she was very popular. She couldn't help but say, "Why did you pull Ayi and Xiuzhi together again? It's obvious that there's nothing, but after you say this, it seems like there's something. Xiuzhi is a man, but Ayi is a daughter's family after all, so you can accumulate virtue, so don't make such jokes again."

Fan Zhijian said, "Can we not say what she can do? Our eyes are not decorations!"

The short-haired girl who was talking frowned in displeasure, "What did she do? Do you want to say this to her? Since your eyes are not decorations, have you seen them personally teach each other or hook up?"

Fan Zhijian was stunned by the question, so dumbfounded that he didn't know how to refute.

The girl continued with short hair and continued, "This matter concerns the reputation of the two people. If you don't have real evidence, it's better not to talk nonsense. Otherwise, if you really spread the word, you will be fucked by Mr. Ayi's unscrupulous temper. I'm afraid you won't understand it then."

Fan Zhijian said indifferently, "It's not me who said that. Don't everyone say that?"

"Who? Who said this?" The short-haired girl looked at him coldly, "Anyway, I have only heard such words from you alone. If you ask me in the future, I will definitely say something. Then don't blame me for not having classmates. You will sooner or later cause trouble for yourself!"

Fan Zhijian was stunned and looked around. He saw that when everyone talked about Sun Yi, everyone who was scrambling to express their opinions was surprisingly quiet at this moment. He either pretended not to hear or ate and drank with expressionless faces. Instead, he became the initiator of the target of public criticism. He was secretly angry and despised their behavior very much. But if he did not give in, he would really make trouble with his husband in the future and be criticized and educated. If he was withdrawn from school... Then wouldn't all his hard work over the years be wasted?

Fan Zhijian lowered his head and stopped talking.

The short-haired girl didn't want to let him go easily, and continued, "No one's eyes are rubbing sand. We all know why you target Ayi like this. You were the one who wrote to her to confess her love, and now you are the one who slandered and ridiculed her. Fan Caizi, your face-changing speed is almost as fast as you flirting with books. Fortunately, you were not born in Sichuan, otherwise with such talent, how could your family send you to study? You have been a disciple and learned the ability to change your face, and maybe you have become everyone long ago."

This is a bit serious.

Fan Zhijian was humiliated and blushed with a thick neck. He raised his head and stared fiercely at the girl with short hair. However, the girl had no intention of being afraid at all. Instead, she asked calmly, "My writing style is definitely not as good as you, but her memory is really good. Do you want me to recite a few love poems you wrote to Ayi for everyone to appreciate?"

Fan Zhijian has been so mean for a day or two. Eight out of ten people who came to meet today don’t like him. But he doesn’t feel that because he is a little bit sour, he always doesn’t take others seriously. Don’t you know that there are people outside of others and can gather from all over the world to college? Who is not talented and hard to study for many years? Moreover, Fan Zhijian is as famous as his name, so stingy that he is so stingy that he is all over. But he doesn’t want to pay any money, which makes no one dare to get too close to him now, otherwise he will stick to him.

When everyone heard this, they shouted like a fun, "Write quickly, let's listen to how wonderful Fan Dacaizi's works are!"

Fan Zhijian didn't expect that Sun Yi would show someone else the love poem he wrote to her. He felt like he had been slapped twice loudly in the face, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide it.

This Sun Yi...

simply……

Fan Zhijian was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, the short-haired girl just wanted to teach him a lesson in person and had no intention of humiliating him, so she stopped talking no matter how others stirred her up.

Meng Fansheng also quickly came forward to ease the atmosphere, "What poems do you read during the New Year? Come on, let's continue with the previous topic. How many reliable policies do you think that the people-friendly policies that the acting prime minister recently issued?"

When everyone heard that he mentioned the facts, they immediately started discussing them with interest, and no one paid attention to Fan Zhijian anymore.

Fan Zhijian looked at Meng Fansheng gratefully and angrily filled with a glass of wine.

The short-haired girl slowly stood up and was about to sneak out to see what Sun Yi was doing.

Meng Fansheng asked in a low voice, "Wenjia, what are you doing?"

The name of this short-haired girl is Geng Wenjia, from Ya'an, Sichuan. This name was later raised by her. In the past, everyone in her family called her Geng Zhaodi, and her father favored boys over girls, so she hoped to have a son to take care of her. Geng Wenjia was smart and studious since childhood. Unfortunately, her father did not approve of her going out to study, and she was planning to ask a matchmaker to find her in-laws' home. In his words, "It's useless to read so many books from my daughter's family. Isn't it going to be a wife and have a son for others in the future?" Geng Wenjia had no choice but to sneak out of the house with her mother's secret help, ran away from home and came to Nanjing to study, and met a group of like-minded people. The name was changed at this time. She hoped that her literary style would be better and better, so she gave her such a name.

"Don't let it go." Geng Wenjia smiled at him, pushed the door gently and walked out.

The sound of young people's fierce debate came from the room. Geng Wenjia sighed softly and walked out quickly.

People who come here have their own goals and pursuits, but how many people can truly achieve it? Wars are raging in troubled times. No one can say whether they can apply what they have learned. Not to mention girls like them!

Geng Wenjia knew very well that no matter how good his family background or appearance, and he did not have the background and talent of Sun Yi, if he still accomplished nothing after graduation, what would he do? He could not return to his closed hometown, marry someone he didn't know according to the arrangements at home, and then live his life in vain, right?

Geng Wenjia caught up with Sun Yi with great worries.

Sun Yi was already a little panicked when she heard the footsteps, but turned around and saw that it was her. She stopped with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"It's dark, how can you do it alone?" Geng Wenjia said, "I'm a little worried."

Sun Yi held her arm affectionately, "You are the best."

Geng Wenjia looked at her and sighed helplessly, "Have you caught up with the repair?"

Sun Yi shook her head sadly, "No... he was walking so fast. He disappeared when I came out, and I don't know where he went."
Chapter completed!