"What?" Luo Qianqian was full of confusion.
"Cao Yingying didn’t go to class this afternoon." Qin Nuan pursed her lips, "They called roll, and her classmates asked about it."
"She didn’t go to class? It couldn’t be that she fell into the water and no one saw, and then..." Luo Qianqian’s mind instantly conjured a huge blood-red headline #Slipping in the Rain, Young Woman Dies in Lake with Resentnt#.
"You think too much!" Qin Nuan looked at her annoyed, "I suspect she’s gone to delete evidence?"
"I have backups though, and how would she delete them? I feel like she hasn’t had anything nice to eat recently, just a bag of snacks a day, her stomach rumbling. She probably doesn’t have much living expenses left, right?" Luo Qianqian frowned, "Hiring soone to delete is also costly, unless she went directly to the source, like..."
"Internet café!" Qin Nuan and Luo Qianqian exclaid in unison.
"But going to the internet café seems useless, right? What she’s doing is illegal, why would the internet café owner take such a big risk to delete the surveillance footage? Impossible." Luo Qianqian imdiately denied it.
Then she clapped her hands, "Right, when I was going back to the dorm, I saw that you all received letters from quite remote areas, they don’t look like love letters, do they?"
Qin Nuan was startled, "Remote areas?" Then she laughed and said, "Love letters? Are we communicating telepathically? Crossing ti and space to make soone fall in love with ?"
Both of them returned to the dormitory, where Cong Rong had already co back and was looking at the letters, frowning.
"What’s the matter?" Qin Nuan, seeing the opened envelope, was also curious.
"You take a look for yourself." Cong Rong handed the letter directly to Qin Nuan.
Qin Nuan took it and read quickly, her expression growing more and more serious, "Is this about the book and donation drive from last sester?"
"It should be, but how could there be such people?" Cong Rong frowned.
Luo Qianqian, after hearing the two of them, took the opened letter.
Dear Cong Rong,
It has been a while since we received your donation. The children have already read those books and can now recite them.
When will it be convenient for you to send a couple more?
Or perhaps more donations would also do, the kids have beco fond of the snacks you sent and no longer want to eat their als, which is why we are at an impasse here.
In these poor and remote hills, there aren’t many such novel things for them to eat, right?
The red-packaged food you sent last ti tasted really amazing, the children all liked it.
And those dried fruit, they are great for the children’s health. We hope you can send more.
Wishing you well. Awaiting your reply. Rural Second Elentary School, Teacher Sun.
"Are those all like that??" Luo Qianqian’s eyes also widened.
"Not all of them." Cong Rong picked up an envelope with crooked and twisted handwriting inside, the characters were ugly and uneven.
Sister Congrong, hello.
Thank you.
Please don’t keep track of things anymore, it’s really not necessary, nor is the money.
Mom says that people here want to live forever without aging, it’s not good.
Thank you, wish you happiness.
Luo Qianqian looked at the letter with the misspellings and slightly frowned, "So there are still so wise people around, it’s just unknown how a child growing up in this environnt will turn out?"
Zhang Yun and Xiu Ran also ca back and saw these letters, they were dumbfounded, too.
I never expected such an outco. We saw this charity event at the station, wrote a few wishes, left so money, donated a couple of books, bought so snacks, and didn’t think much of it. We just wanted to enjoy the mont. Who knew there would be follow-up like this???
Xiu Ran’s face showed a tinge of sorrow and urgency, Zhang Yun’s face was filled with anger, Cong Rong remained as calm as usual, and Qin Nuan was expressionless.
Luo Qianqian hesitated for a mont, "Was it Sister Congrong who donated the most money at that ti?"
Cong Rong was taken aback, then nodded.
"Those people really did sound quite pitiful," Xiu Ran said. "I really had no idea it would turn out like this."
As Xiu Ran spoke, she began to cry, and Luo Qianqian was stunned.
"It’s not your fault. You were just pulled in to take a look and then made a donation. Our donations were all voluntary," Cong Rong said with a smile, casually tossing both the opened and unopened letters into the trash can. "But why is there a specific address? I only left the school’s."
The rest shook their heads.
Luo Qianqian raised her eyebrows, "Could it be Cao Yingying? She probably likes being praised, right?"
"That’s possible," Xiu Ran was the first to nod, her brow slightly furrowed. "Let’s just pretend we don’t know, so it doesn’t affect our mood for eating."
"Right, let’s go, let’s go. It’s raining, we need sothing warm. How about wontons? I’ve been wanting to eat the corn and pork wontons from the third canteen for a long ti," Luo Qianqian quickly joined in.
The rain had stopped, but the sky was still overcast and gloomy, suffused with a muggy heat that oppressed their spirits. Coupled with the recent issue with the letters, their moods were even worse.
After eating the wontons and returning to the dormitory, they found Cao Yingying had already returned and was reading the letters, grinding her teeth in anger, "Do you guys have any gratitude? Do I owe you anything? Still expecting to send you money??? Am I your mother???"
Seeing the others co back, she was furious, "Did you receive the letters?"
Luo Qianqian pointed at the trash can.
"Right, they belong in the trash!" Cao Yingying threw the letters into the trash can and then hugged Luo Qianqian, "Have you eaten?"
Everyone felt that Cao Yingying was acting strangely.
First of all, despite the sultry weather, she was surprisingly wearing long-sleeved pullovers; second, she should have walked over to Luo Qianqian considering the distance, yet she pulled Luo Qianqian straight to her side.
Last, Luo Qianqian noticed, Cao Yingying’s hair wasn’t wet from the rain, but freshly showered, carrying the scent of conditioner.
Usually after showering, Cao Yingying liked to strut around in a tank top showing off her figure, but now her behavior was totally different from usual.
After watching for a while, Qin Nuan’s gaze covertly shifted to Cao Yingying’s face, only to see she had applied the bright red lipstick she usually despised; after all, her usual choices were pink or orange because she felt those colors were more lively.
Cong Rong, ever the calm one, noticed the shopping bags on Cao Yingying’s bed, brands she usually couldn’t afford.
"Got a boyfriend?" Zhang Yun also noticed and tugged at the corner of her mouth, her face full of mockery, "Seems like he’s quite rich."
Hearing her words, Cao Yingying hastily stood up, clumsily stashing the bag away and shaking her head in denial, "It’s from my brother."
Seeing Cao Yingying stagger, Qin Nuan, who had experience from her past life, could not miss the implications. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, she turned to Luo Qianqian, her lips curling up in an undisguised sneer.
Luo Qianqian, upon seeing Qin Nuan’s sneer, was stunned for a mont before she understood and covered her mouth in shock.
Cong Rong didn’t miss Luo Qianqian’s reaction, knowing instantly what it ant. She returned to her bed and pulled out the soy milk they had bought, "Qianqian, it’s ti for you to eat papaya."
Xiu Ran watched the three and their obvious contempt, and the next second, realization dawned on her too. She glanced at Cao Yingying’s just-closed cabinet with a glint in her eyes.
Zhang Yun had been standing face to face with Cao Yingying all this ti, oblivious to the shifts in the others’ expressions.
Cao Yingying was also too busy confronting Zhang Yun to notice the changes in everyone else’s faces.
A resigned look flashed across Luo Qianqian’s eyes. She sighed, opened her cabinet, and took out a large papaya.
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