The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen walked very fast. Wen Qing felt dizzy in his arms. Her eyes were bright and dark at times. She couldn't see anything clearly, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Unexpectedly, I fell asleep and slept soundly.

Wen Qing almost forgot the last time she slept until she woke up naturally. She had to prepare for the exams in a continuous and intensive month, process project data non-stop, and have regular discussions with the cup competition team. She also had to take care of her aunt, pick up Jing Long, and get a high-speed rail ticket for her grandma...

The endless big and small things made her spin like a top, without even time to stop and catch her breath.

It was not until the exams were over, her grandmother came to Jiangcheng, and the training for the cup competition had begun to take shape that she felt a little more relaxed.

If Song Jingshen hadn't shown up unexpectedly, she would have taken a taxi back to the dormitory and had a good sleep.

However, Song Jingshen seemed to have taken advantage of her rare free time and brought her to his apartment in Guangyu without saying a word.

Wen Qing really couldn't understand this man. Since she agreed to keep their relationship secret, why did he keep staring at her?

She lives right under his nose. Is he still afraid that she will find another man?

Wen Qing smiled self-deprecatingly in her heart. Even if another man came to her, she was not in the mood for that now.

When she was practicing in the dance club, she had seen luxury cars parked outside the rehearsal room, heard stories about beautiful girls dating rich men, and met several men who came up to her and asked for her contact information.

But she felt nothing about these things, and had no longing for the so-called love story.

She once wondered if she had a mental problem. How could she be so disillusioned with love at such a young age? Her body and mind were calm as ever.

After thinking about it, she felt that this was probably due to the gossip, ridicule and questioning she experienced during her adolescence.

When she just entered junior high school, her aunt ran away with Song Weiming. This incident became big news at the time and spread to most of the northern city overnight, and even her school was not spared.

But at that time, she looked more and more like her aunt, and her calm and gentle personality and good grades made a group of little boys restless.

She received love letters almost every day, and postcards were stuffed into her desk hole during the holidays.

After school, there were always a few senior boys blocking the road. Sometimes they would just stare at her from a distance, and whistle at her when they were in the mood. Seeing that she didn't react, they began to come up to her boldly and chat with her with a grin on their faces.

Wen Qing was afraid of being pestered by them, so she treated them as if they were her formidable enemy every day after school. She would either take a detour when she saw them from a distance, or pedal her bicycle hard and whiz past them.

But the devil is always stronger than the good. The boys began to block more intersections and even rode on their bicycles in advance, ready to chase and intercept the suspects.

Wen Qing had no choice but to seek help from the outside. She first went to the school security guard, who immediately called the boys over and gave them a good scolding. But right after the old man finished scolding them, they pulled out the valve core of the old man's car.

The old man was so angry that he shook his head and sighed, while advising Wen Qing to go to the police station to look for the people. These boys were getting out of control and maybe the police could be of some help.

By then, Wen Qing's father had passed away and there was no male elder in the family. Wen Qing did not want to disturb her grandmother, so she had to bite the bullet and step into the police station for the first time in her life.

She explained her purpose to the policeman on duty, but to her surprise, the policeman was not unfamiliar with her and even looked at her with amusement in his eyes.

Wen Qing knew that this was the "celebrity effect" brought by her aunt, which made her, a distant relative, famous. Although it was not a good reputation, she had to endure it and humbly ask for help, otherwise, she really didn't know if she could hold on until she graduated from junior high school.

Later, Wen Qing's class teacher personally found the deputy director of the police station, and the station sent two police officers to escort Wen Qing home, and the matter was finally resolved.

So, those hooligans had to watch Wen Qing helplessly. Not only could they not get close to her, but they were also being watched closely by the police. Even their drinking and fighting on weekdays would require the police to be called in. They would be taken to the police station and given a good beating at any time.

However, these hooligans never think they are wrong. Instead, they think Wen Qing is the one who is looking for trouble. They hate her so much whenever they think of her.

Not long after, rumors about Wen Qing really began to spread. One moment, it was said that she was having an affair with the police station chief, the next moment, it was said that she was being kept by a gangster boss, and that she was the same kind of person as her aunt, both mistresses and secret prostitutes who relied on men for a living.

The more offensive the words, the faster the rumor spread, and soon it reached Ding Shuzhen's ears.

Ding Shuzhen was so angry that she was shaking. Whenever she heard anyone talking about Wen Qing, she would immediately curse them in the face.

Wen Qing was sad about this for a long time. She often cried secretly in the middle of the night until her pillow was wet, and then went to school with swollen eyes the next day.

During this dark period, Wen Qing gradually understood one thing: rumors are like viruses. The longer they spread, the weaker their effectiveness. When those words are no longer new, they will disappear on their own.

But before that, there is little human power to stop the spread of rumors, and we can only wait for it to fade away on its own.

So, theoretically speaking, as long as you can hold on, you will always be able to hold on until the day when the rumors disappear.

After a while, the rumor disappeared, and Wen Qing, the protagonist of the rumor, also changed. The gentle expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a quiet indifference and alienation, and she didn't open up to anyone.

At the same time, her grades got better and better, so good that she was far ahead of others and was admitted to North City No. 1 Middle School in her third year of junior high school.

Beicheng No. 1 High School is the only provincial key high school in the city. It is a century-old school known far and wide. In the minds of the people in the Fourth Factory, being admitted to No. 1 High School is already a great achievement, not to mention being locked in in advance. The public opinion changed in an instant, and Wen Qing went from being the niece of a beautiful mistress to someone else's child.

After the high school entrance examination, Wen Qing was admitted to No. 1 Middle School without any suspense. She also took the top spot in the test before the start of school and was admitted to a key class where many top students gathered.

In early September, Wen Qing moved out of the Fourth Factory compound amid the admiration and envy of everyone and became a boarding student at the North City No. 1 Middle School. Director Ge of the Fourth Factory personally gave her a scholarship, and she accepted it after a moment's hesitation.

Although No. 1 Middle School waived her tuition, she still had to pay for living expenses, otherwise she would really go hungry if she had no money in her meal card.

In order to survive, she had to put her dignity aside. Fortunately, this society has always valued students' academic performance, especially high school students' academic performance. It seems that high school academic performance is particularly valuable and easy to convert into real benefits.

During her three years of high school, her dignity was almost entirely supported by her grades. Studying and taking exams had become her secret weapon for obtaining resources. Relying on her invincible score rankings, her photos continued to appear on the honor roll, and she also gained many opportunities to participate in academic competitions.

With the dignity brought by her good grades, she gradually learned to communicate with her teachers and interact with her classmates. She finally had a more confident smile on her face and her expression was not so cold anymore.

However, she seemed to have no interest in love matters.

Although the study pressure of high school students is very high, there are still occasional couples on campus. Wen Qing is beautiful and tall, and has become the ideal love object in the hearts of many boys. High school boys are not like those in junior high school. In addition to writing love letters, many of them also confess their love to her in person.

But Wen Qing always appeared a bit flustered and clumsy in handling such matters. When a boy confessed his love to her, her first reaction was often to avoid him. If she couldn't avoid him, she would reject him bluntly. She never learned how to be tactful and roundabout, nor did she want to learn.

It was also from these things that she realized that she was a person with low emotional intelligence. From then on, whenever she encountered problems in relationships between men and women, she would be frightened and try every means to avoid them.

Fortunately, most high school boys are reasonable. If they can't get her, they will just let it go and not bother her. In addition, the academic workload in high school is intense, so no one will get jealous or fight over her. This makes Wen Qing feel very fortunate.

In this way, she avoided all possible emotional ties and focused on her studies. It was not until she entered university that she realized she had become an outlier.