Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

Today was just an ordinary school morning shortly after the new semester started. At the corner of the top-floor corridor, which should have been quiet, there was a black-haired boy in a summer school uniform sitting on the stairs.

Xing Jianqing skipped the second class in the morning and came here alone. She took out her cell phone and searched for something with a serious expression.

——The day before, Isshiki told him about a problem that he had been ignoring all along, and that was the reason why he had been treated strangely recently.

"Senior, are you really related to that writer Kasumi Shiko?"

Isshi Iroha looked a little embarrassed when she told him the situation.

"Someone posted something on the school forum. That classmate seems to be a fan of ACG, so he's quite knowledgeable about it. He posted a picture that revealed the culprit behind the recent uproar over Kasumi Shiko's plagiarism..."

She didn't continue the sentence, but just blinked and looked at Xingjian's expression, and finally wisely didn't say the man's name.

"Well, of course I don't know much about ACG, and I don't quite believe someone as honest and trouble-averse as you would do something so irritating... But this post has been getting more and more popular lately, and the spread has spread from online to offline..."

When Isshiki said this yesterday, his eyes were a little evasive.

She seemed to be trying to protect herself, so she had to force herself to go along with the atmosphere.

In order to verify whether what she said was true, Xingjian now found the so-called post on the learning forum and began to check what was going on according to the posting time.

The first person to post on the school forum seemed to be an account that liked to collect information related to the second dimension and then put it on the forum for everyone to watch.

The plagiarism incident of Kasumi Shiko that happened some time ago was naturally a very hot public opinion event. Looking at his previous post records, he was also fighting on the front line of eating melons, recording and reposting the development of the plagiarism incident at all times.

However, what Isshiki Ichiba was referring to was probably another post that came after this.

This account posted a screenshot of a comment that appeared in the comment section of the Wenku New Book Awards.

The avatar and account name in the screenshot are covered with mosaics, but the message is still clear.

This person said some extremely inflammatory words, something like "plagiarists should pay the price they deserve" and "Why should teacher Kasumi Shiko's hard work be plagiarized by such a villain?", and then began to call on everyone to find the plagiarist and make him atone for his sins.

At first, no one responded to this extremely offensive post, but a few days later, a big blogger on an online forum reposted it.

Xingjian followed the clues and found the first account on Twitter that posted a screenshot and link to forward this post.

That is TAKI, a well-known ACG blogger with millions of fans.

When he found out this, the black-haired boy frowned, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly unconsciously.

His knuckles turned slightly white from where he was holding the phone.

TAKI-kun didn't actually say anything extreme.

He just posted this snippet about "plagiarists should pay the price they deserve", and then said a lot of indignant things like "Why hasn't this matter been explained yet? If a writer is plagiarized, shouldn't the platform be responsible when reviewing the manuscript?" "I support teacher Xia Shizi in defending her rights. I will fulfill my obligations as a public figure and speak out as much as possible. I can't let this matter fade away so easily!" The number of reposts has exceeded 10,000.

Of course, Hoshimi knew who this TAKI-kun was, but there was a subtle point that concerned him.

This righteous man did not take a screenshot of the highly inflammatory request for cyberbullying at the end of the original text in his repost, but he was "thoughtful" enough to post the link to the original text.

Thanks to his "goodwill gesture", the original post, which had been ignored, immediately attracted the attention of a group of netizens who just wanted to watch the show, and in an instant it received a lot of responses - many netizens and accounts claiming to be Xia Shizi's readers became furious and went to the original post to support the poster.

Then, finally, the first enthusiastic person found out the IP address of "k"'s computer and made it public.

Xingjian kept sliding his fingers, but the more he looked down, the colder he felt on his spine.

He watched as a series of familiar numbers and words appeared in the building within the building—Xingjian understood that it was his cell phone number and the name of the school he attended, even his home address, class he attended, and his age.

Finally, this matter was finally discovered by people in the same school. The classmate who never got tired of working at the forefront of the melon-eating incidents listed all these things one by one and posted pictures. Later, even Xingjian’s classmates claimed in the post that “this person seems to be the usually inconspicuous classmate in our class.”

It can be connected.

That way, everything is connected.

——So this is how I became famous in school.

"…………Oh."

Xingjian curled her lips, but did not show her furious and manic side as if she was flying into a rage. However, she sat there and tightly grasped the phone in her hand.

His palms were even shaking slightly from exerting too much force.

Xingjian stood up suddenly, put his phone back in his pocket, and then strode down the corridor two steps at a time and walked towards the science laboratory.

It's impossible not to be upset.

Everything in the present can overlap with the past, and those bad memories also come to my mind bit by bit as I move forward.

——It turns out that nothing has changed.

What is happening now is exactly the same as it was a few years ago, it seems like it is happening again yesterday.

In this situation, the first person he could think of was Rio Futaba in this school.

However, just as the boy walked to the door of the laboratory with unsteady steps, his action of pushing the door open was stopped by the sharp ringing of the bell for the end of get out of class.

The originally quiet corridor gradually became noisy and bustling. Many students poured out of the classroom, and many people came to the corridor and started laughing and playing.

When they realized that they were about to walk into the laboratory, they stopped what they were doing and looked a little strange.

Although they were students he had never met before, they looked at him with sharp and scrutinizing eyes, whispering to their companions from time to time, and their eyes never left Xingjian.

"........."

No need to guess what they are talking about.

Xingjian's fingers, which had already reached for the door handle, trembled slightly, and he silently withdrew his gaze because of the subtle gazes from the boys of his age.

He turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the laboratory door without saying a word.

As he passed by the window, he glanced at the gray-haired girl in a white coat in the laboratory - she was still staring at the beaker on the asbestos net with a serious expression as before.

Only this time, the boiling liquid in the beaker no longer seemed to be coffee.

"........."

Xing Jian was stunned for a moment, and when he looked away, some emotion seemed to appear on his usually calm and gentle face.

He quickened his pace to leave, fearing to stay here for even a second longer.

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I won’t say much else. It’s not good to keep venting emotions in PS.

In short, online insults are prohibited in both posts and comments. Otherwise, I'll delete and blacklist anyone I see (the author is the embodiment of evil! (?△｀)?)

The author's family is traveling these days, so the update schedule can't be stable, but there are still at least two updates a day. I have to go back to school on the 17th, and I estimate that I will be able to adjust and resume the normal update frequency by the 19th or 20th at the latest. Please bear with me.

If you find the recent plot difficult, you're welcome to stock up. As the author, I'd be especially grateful if you could turn on customization. But there aren't many plots like this! I'm begging for votes! (*≧▽≦)ノシ))

Xing Jianqing Can't Be Alone Again: Chapter 1: Forward or Retreat? (Part 4)

About a few years ago, a young man named Xing Jianqing also encountered a similar situation.

Alienated by everyone, shunned by everyone, ignored by everyone.

Although this experience is slightly different from the last time, it is basically the same.

The only difference is probably that this time the people around him did not unconsciously ignore him due to the influence of puberty syndrome, but because they had some complaints about him in their hearts and so "subjectively" chose to ignore him.

The term "cold violence" may be more appropriate to describe it.

Of course, the cold violence of one person may seem as childish as a child who is upset and ignoring others, but when cold violence is used by many people together, it will inevitably lead to serious consequences.

——After returning from the science lab and pushing open the classroom door, Hoshimi realized this the moment she did.

When he pushed open the door and walked into the classroom, the originally bustling classroom suddenly became silent.

It was time for the get out of class to end, but for some reason a group of people gathered around Xingjian's desk. The group of students who were talking a lot immediately shut up when they saw her.

"...?"

Xingjian frowned, and without paying attention to the boys and girls sitting around who were looking at him strangely, he walked straight to his seat.

Seeing this, the few classmates who were originally surrounding him subconsciously made way for him - Xingjian only noticed it then.

Someone had placed a vase of small white flowers on my desk at some point.

"........."

The classroom fell into deathly silence, and the laughter of other students in the corridor outside the door could be clearly heard.

Since Xingjian himself didn't say anything, the students around him held their breath and didn't make even a sound. They just watched his every move with evasive eyes that pretended to be calm.

"Pfft."

However, he heard a little sneer coming from somewhere.

The owner of the voice must have been trying hard to hide his voice, but it still accidentally came out.

"........."

The black-haired boy did not get furious as they had imagined. He just raised his head quietly and looked at everyone around his seat with a calm gaze.

This even includes students who stand far away and watch from afar, occasionally looking away with their peripheral vision to keep an eye on the situation here.

Without exception, they would unconsciously look away when they looked into each other's eyes.

——It is impossible to determine who placed the vase on Hoshimi's desk.

But everyone present is involved.

Realizing this, the black-haired boy took a deep breath, then gently picked up the vase on the table and carefully looked at the delicate and white flower in the water.

His eyes were melancholy for a moment.

But the next moment——

Bang! ! ! ! !

"Ugh——!"

The boy smashed the vase in his hand to the ground cleanly and neatly, splashing water everywhere. The harsh sound of the broken glass even made several girls in the class scream subconsciously.

Only the little white flower was still lying intact among the broken glass, appearing exceptionally tough yet also exceptionally fragile.

Xingjian clapped his hands, raised his head and looked at the expressions of the people around him indifferently.

It's funny how silent they are now.

Perhaps they never thought that they would take such extreme action. Everyone froze in place, staring at themselves with a subtle expression of disbelief.

It was like looking at some inhuman monster that was impossible to communicate with.

"…………Oh."

Xingjian looked at the interesting scene in front of him carefully with great interest, and then walked out of the classroom through the back door with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.

A few classmates whose names they couldn't even remember were still standing there, staring at the wet ground in a daze.

After walking out of the classroom, Xingjian walked straight towards the class where someone was with a gloomy face.

There was thirty minutes of free time after the second get out of class, so both the corridors and the open space under the teaching building were filled with lively and energetic students, which slightly interfered with Xingjian's plan to find someone.

He stopped at the door of a classroom and cast a searching glance inside - but the person he was looking for was not there.

He decisively gave up squatting here and turned to walk towards another place where a large number of students usually gathered, which was the toilet.

——Now his brain was occupied by a certain emotion. No matter how calmly he thought, there was a terrible voice in his heart urging him to clench his fists.

"If I don't give that guy a good beating, I'll never be able to get rid of this anger."

The call that surged from deep within his heart became more and more rampant, and the boy's expression became more and more gloomy as time went by.

Sure enough, Xingjian hadn't been waiting at the restroom door for long when he ran into the boy with glasses who had just washed his hands and was wiping them with a tissue as he walked out of the men's restroom.

The relaxed smile on the latter's face disappeared the moment he saw Xingjian.

"Well--!"

Before Tomoya Aki, who had just pulled up his pants, could react, the black-haired boy in front of him suddenly approached him in a short moment - when he came to his senses, he had been pushed against the wall and his collar was lifted up.

"You did it, didn't you?"

While Aki was struggling hard, the whisper of the boy who was nearby was heard at the right time.

Although Xingjian's tone was calm, his eyes did not seem as calm as they appeared.

These short tens of seconds attracted many students who were walking in the corridor. Many young boys and girls passing by had surrounded the two of them, looking like a crowd of spectators.

To Xingjian's surprise, although An Yi was now at a disadvantage, he did not show any sign of retreat or panic.

"Wait, classmate, what are you talking about?"

He even managed a small smile as he tried to pry his fingers apart.

"Stop pretending. You were the one who spread all that stuff online, right?"