Raiders of Abuse Scum

Unknowingly, An Chengya's voice became hoarse, and her eyes looking at An Ning were filled with relief.

An Chengya touched the top of An Ning's hair, her face filled with relief: "An Ning has grown up."

It's not the growth on the outside, but the inner growth, overnight, from an ignorant little girl to a well-behaved, sensible and sensible girl.

An Chengya's eyes were full of joy, and there was a sense of relief that the stone had finally fallen to the ground, which made An Ning feel sour in her heart.

An Ning held An Chengya's hand.

An Chengya's hands were big and warm. An Ning's hand was like a small cat's paw, which An Chengya cherished like a rare treasure.

An Ning lowered her head and rubbed it into An Chengya's hand. Her voice was soft and full of attachment, "Dad, thank you for your hard work."

An Ning didn't say why he worked so hard, but An Chengya knew.

The father and daughter, who had been separated for many years because of He Ming's death, finally reached a reconciliation at this moment.

It was already Monday when An Ning returned to school.

An Ning stepped into the classroom and remembered the bell as soon as she entered.

An Ning took out the textbook and started to recite.

I don't know how long it took, but An Ning felt someone poked her back. When she raised her head, she saw a boy, led by the monitor, looking at her timidly, like a frightened rabbit. The circles under his eyes instantly turned red because of her gaze. He lowered his head and said to her in a sobbing tone, "An Ning, I'm sorry."

An unknown person suddenly cried and apologized to herself. An Ning looked confused: "..."

An Ning looked at the squad leader subconsciously.

The monitor coughed dryly and explained, "He's the one who hit you with a basketball that day."

Only then did An Ning suddenly realize why the boy apologized to him.

It was obvious that the boy had not slept well during this period. There was an obvious black mass under his eyes. He looked at An Ning with an uneasy expression. Because An Ning did not respond to his apology immediately, the man's eyes quickly accumulated tears and he blinked. Two lines of clear tears streaked down his cheeks.

The other party's sudden tears caught An Ning off guard.

From An Ning's point of view, hitting someone by mistake while playing ball is a normal thing, and she has no intention of pursuing it.

I really felt that something was wrong, and I just wanted to say sorry to her, but I didn’t expect that when the person who hit me turned into her, it would become something more terrifying than a disaster movie in the eyes of others.

An Ning knew that it was because of his identity that the other party was so frightened because he was afraid that he would take the opportunity to deal with him, but this was really a prejudice against the rich. Rich people are not exactly like those shown on TV who will look down on you because you have no money. , nor will they accuse you or even do something excessive because of your little mistakes.

However, the other party would not believe these words even if she said them, so An Ning simply stopped saying them.

Just apologizing like this is really like moral kidnapping.

An Ning sighed inwardly and said what the boy wanted to hear: "It doesn't matter, you didn't mean it."

After being forgiven by An Ning, the boy let out a sigh of relief, bowed to An Ning in a very humble manner, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, lowered his head and ran out of the classroom quickly.

After seeing An Ning's conversation with the boy, the classmate who was originally endorsing her looked at An Ning with a hint of disgust that An Ning was most familiar with.

It's like An Ning is a heinous villain, forcing an innocent person to bow down and apologize to her.

That look was as pervasive as venom, drilling into An Ning's pores along the air and spreading into An Ning's blood. It was filled with overwhelming malice and flowed into his heart as the blood flowed, spreading to his limbs and bones.

It was like being suddenly thrown into icy water full of ice cubes, and An Ning felt chills all over his body.

She obviously didn't do anything, but everyone thought she was aggressive.

Why are people always so superficial? Even though she didn't say anything, they wantonly speculated that she was a person with a bad temper who would seek revenge because her family was rich. Could it be that money and kindness can never be equated?

An Ning lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were as thick and dense as a small brush, casting a shallow shadow on her cheeks, making her eyes look more and more lonely.

After the morning reading, everyone went to the dining hall to have breakfast.

Mo Mo, who usually greeted An Ning, just glanced at An Ning and left with the others.

An Ning rejected Wu Heng's invitation to have breakfast and lay on the table in a daze.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the treetops that were still green before have been dyed a light yellow by the autumn wind. A gust of wind blows, and the leaves sway in the air from the treetops and fall to the ground.

An Ning's originally bad mood was as low as falling leaves, extremely low.

It was obviously not her fault, it was her who was the victim, but because she was a rich person, it became her fault.

Everyone is screaming that everyone is equal, but the world has never been truly equal. In the past, the poor were always bullied by the rich. Now, the rich are labeled because they are too rich, even if you are kind and soft. If you are easy to talk, you will become a bullying bastard in the eyes of others.

"Give."

Suddenly there was a voice above her head. An Ning turned her head and ran into Jiang Chengyang's dark eyes. Jiang Chengyang's pupils were as kind as washed black gems. There were colors that An Ning couldn't understand. Only Jiang Chengyang's hands were visible. There was a bag of bread and a bottle of milk in it.

Jiang Chengyang's whole body was bathed in the sun. His slender fingers glowed a healthy pink in the sun. His nails were neatly trimmed and glowed a healthy red. The milk and bread in his hands were like sprinkles from the sky covered with dark clouds. A ray of sunshine shines on An Ning's body, bringing An Ning out of depression and adding a touch of warmth to the originally gloomy mood.

An Ning didn't reach out to take it, but just asked Jiang Chengyang: "Why?"

Everyone avoids her, why should they buy her breakfast.

An Ning's head was slightly tilted, and her hair fell down her face as she tilted her head. Her eyes were wet, like a little animal that had been abandoned but had strong teeth. It was extremely pitiful.

"You are not in good health." Jiang Chengyang imitated An Ning's movements of putting snacks and put the milk bread on An Ning's table. He tore open his own piece of bread and took a bite: "Besides, you are right."

So, you should not suffer from these prejudices.

Jiang Chengyang's last sentence was very soft, but it was like a spring breeze blowing away An Ning's self-doubt due to the disgust of her classmates.

Those hearts that were filled with self-doubt because of rejection by others slowly bloomed into brilliant flowers because of this sentence.

Jiang Chengyang didn't say the second half of the sentence, but An Ning clearly knew what he wanted to say.

I thought that everyone would look at me with colored glasses, but I didn't expect that Jiang Chengyang didn't. An Ning's heart, which was tired from being misunderstood, seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic, and it instantly returned to its former self.