79: The Consequence of One Post

The Consequence of One Post

Yang Wei did not give up. He continued to ask, "Little Ya, hurry up and tell me. Let me know what kind of person you like so that I can give up completely."2

After stammering for a long time, Qin Ya had no choice but to say, "It's almost time for class. I'll head back first."

After she said that, Qin Ya ran back to her classroom in a hurry.

Qin Shu glanced at Qin Ya who had left in a fluster. Then, she looked at Yang Wei. "My sister didn't tell you because she was afraid that you would be sad. Don't be too upset."

Yang Wei glanced at Qin Shu, before in heading back to his seat dejectedly.

He was overcome with misery. He took out his phone and made a post on the school forum.

Although Yang Wei had chosen science, he was quite talented in literature.

The content of the post roughly implied that Qin Ya's heart belonged to someone else. to prevent hurting the other boys who liked her, she hid it up to this point.

Although I'm not that lucky boy.

The girl I like is so considerate and sensitive to the feelings of others.

There was a stark contrast between her and those hypocritical women who always clung onto multiple men.

I will not give her gifts as it will make her worry. It will cause her boyfriend to feel suspicious and make her sad.

As long as she is happy, I am happy.

The content of the post was deeply emotional and touching.

Since the post was about the school belle Qin Ya, it was soon swarmed by Qin Ya's fan. They retweeted and commented on the post.

All of them were lamenting about their broken love.

At the same time, they all followed after Yang Wei's example and stopped giving gifts in order to prevent Qin Ya from feeling awkward.

They also complimented Yang Wei's literary talent, who had expressed and represented their sad feelings vividly.

Soon, rumors spread in the school that the school belle Qin Ya had already found a boyfriend.

Qin Ya's fans also started to investigate the identity of her boyfriend. Anyone close to Qin Ya had become a suspect.

As a result, Qin Ya didn't dare to get too close to the boys.

Qin Ya didn't even have a chance to explain herself because of that post.

If she clarified that she didn't have a boyfriend, it would make them suspect that she was deliberately hanging on to them.

If she said that she had a boyfriend, she didn't like any of them at all.

In Linxi, Fu Tingyan and Jiang Yu were the only people who caught her eye.

Their family backgrounds, appearances and figures were all outstanding.

In the past, people would give her gifts and flowers every day.

Ever since that post was published, everything stopped.

There were no gifts, no flowers, and no boys to help her run errands.

It's all because of that b*tch Qin Shu. If she hadn't spoken to Yang Wei in that manner, Yang Wei wouldn't have posted it, right?

She wasn't going to let Qin Shu get away with it.

Viciousness flashed past Qin Ya's eyes.

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In the young professor's class, Qin Shu realized that there was also a pile of exquisitely wrapped gifts behind him.

She couldn't help but sigh.

[Teacher is also very popular in the school. You receive so many gifts]

[They take up space. If you want them, I'll send them to you]

The young professor spoke faintly, as though he was repulsed by the gifts.

Qin Shu chuckled.

[You don't like it because the person you like didn't give it to you. You don't want it.]

After a few seconds of silence, the young professor replied.

[That's right]

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Last class of the afternoon

Qin Shu took out a note and wrote a line. Then, she scrunched it into a ball and threw it onto Fu Tingyan's desk.

Fu Tingyan propped up his forehead with one hand and twirled the pen in the other as he waited for the class to end.

When he saw the slip of paper being thrown at him from the side, he stopped twirling his pen and glanced at Qin Shu.

Qin Shu pointed to the note and gestured for him to read it.

Fu Tingyan retracted his gaze. He put down the pen in his hand, picked up the ball of paper and opened it.

[You can leave after school. I have something to do and will be late.]

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