What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

He Yue took Jiang Meiyi, who had calmed down a little, to a secluded place to sit down.

"Jiang Meiyi, I thought your family was well off..."

Jiang Meiyi secretly glanced at Heyue a few times, and seeing that the concern in Heyue's eyes did not seem fake, she lowered her head and told the truth.

"My family conditions are not bad, but that family is no longer my home." Thinking about the grievances she suffered at home, tears kept falling. "After my mother died, my father got together with my godmother. Isn't it ridiculous? My godmother became my stepmother and gave birth to a younger brother for me, so I have even less status. My stepmother has the final say on all matters at home. Not to mention living expenses, they don't even want to pay for my tuition, saying that girls will not have a future if they study."

The reason why Jiang Meiyi chose to reveal these things to He Yue was nothing more than wanting to gain some sympathy, but when it came to the emotional part, she just couldn't stop.

He Yue was silent for a moment after hearing these things, and then she swore, "They farted."

"Heyue, you actually still say such things?" Jiang Meiyi was stunned, "Are you really Heyue?"

Jiang Meiyi couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch He Yue's face. The touch felt real.

From the very beginning, she felt that something was wrong with He Yue. Not only was she acting in front of them, but she was also losing her temper and swearing.

After all, she is not eighteen years old anymore. Thinking of this, He Yue changed the subject: "Jiang Meiyi, you can't let your stepmother look down on you, so you should study hard. But why do you want to make this kind of money? Did Zhou Wenhe ask you to do this?"

Jiang Meiyi was silent for a long time, then spoke slowly.

"There are two types of students who go to empty classrooms to attend ideological and moral education classes." Her eyes became red. "One type is students like me who have no one to rely on, like me, like Tan Qinqin, whose parents went to Shenzhen to work, and she can only depend on her grandfather who has dementia."

Tan Qinqin was He Yue's deskmate. No wonder she was shaking like that when Zhou Wenhe was angry.

"Do you know how many times Tan Qinqin goes to the empty classroom in a month?" Jiang Meiyi said, getting emotional. "If it's more than a dozen times, if it's less, I can't count them on one hand. No one backs her up. If she doesn't obey, Zhou Wenhe said he would make a note of it in her file, and she would never graduate. If we girls want to become strong, we have to study. This is our only way out."

At this point, even Jiang Meiyi felt a little sympathetic towards Tan Qinqin: "Later, I found my support, which is money."

Jiang Meiyi glanced at Heyue's gloomy face and licked her lips embarrassedly: "You know a lot of people like Luo Yilan, but Luo Yilan ignores everyone. Once a boy from Huilin asked me to help her deliver a love letter. It was such a small thing, but he actually gave me a hundred yuan for running errands. Heyue, it's a hundred yuan!"

Seeing Jiang Meiyi's eyes light up when she talked about money, He Yue couldn't hide the sarcasm on her face: "You betrayed your classmates for a hundred yuan?"

Hearing He Yue say this, Jiang Meiyi's expression also withered, but after thinking about it, she felt that she was also forced, so she continued with courage: "Some people are very generous, so I can give Zhou Wenhe 2,000 yuan every month, and save the rest. I want to go to a university far away from home in the future."

Two thousand yuan a month, you can imagine how big Jiang Meiyi's business is.

Afraid that He Yue would hit her again, Jiang Meiyi quickly covered her face and said, "There is another type of student who goes to an empty classroom. They are students who are in a bad mood and fall into his crosshairs, like you."

"I?"

"He didn't get the provincial outstanding teacher award that day..."

If such a person is selected, it would be a shame to every teacher who works diligently and treats students seriously!

"How many people in the whole class have taken moral education classes?" He Yue asked.

"I don't know. Some people won't tell you." Jiang Meiyi said, "Zhou Wenhe is very capable. He knows the weaknesses of all of us. For example, I want to graduate well, go to college, and escape from this home."

Jiang Meiyi was shaking violently. She grabbed He Yue's hand and said, "Zhou Wenhe is like Satan, a demon who controls the punishment of all of us. Whenever he is unhappy, he will randomly pick someone to vent his anger in an empty classroom. But since I gave him money, he will not choose me anymore."

Because she had betrayed Luo Yilan in exchange for the peace, Jiang Meiyi felt a little embarrassed in front of He Yue: "I just want to study hard..."

Jiang Meiyi's life is nothing but home and school. She has not experienced all kinds of people in society. In her imperfect cognition, her head teacher and parents are more important than anything else. She instinctively wants to protect herself, and He Yue cannot blame her too much.

"Does Zhou Wenhe know where the money came from?" He Yue asked with a gloomy heart.

"know."

"Heh, you mean, he knows that he is using his female students to exchange for money, right?" He Yue laughed angrily.

Jiang Meiyi nodded and remained silent.

Seeing He Yue's unhappy expression, Jiang Meiyi carefully began to persuade her.

"Heyue, we can't beat Zhou Wenhe. Now you all know what I did. I can't afford the money and I have to go to an empty classroom. Just consider it my atonement, okay? You can ask them to delete the video. I really know I was wrong and I don't want to go to jail."

Hearing the fear in Jiang Meiyi's words, He Yue silently clenched his fists. There was no point in giving up a battle before it even started.

Jiang Meiyi looked at He Yue's livid face and vaguely realized something: "You wouldn't..." Before she finished speaking, she had already retracted her hand that was holding He Yue's. Her attitude was very clear; she would not help He Yue.

He Yue didn't want to force him. Jiang Meiyi had her own life, and no one could force others to be a saint.

He Yue changed the subject: "Have you finished writing what I asked you to write?"

"It's done." Jiang Meiyi took out the piece of paper with the names written on it, but she just held it in her hand, hesitating and not wanting to give it to Heyue, "What do you want this piece of paper for? In fact, they won't pay you back."

Jiang Meiyi was afraid that the business would fail and she would have to pay compensation to them.

He Yue grabbed the list and unfolded it, quickly scanning it: "Are you sure you didn't miss anything?"

"No, whether I write one or ten, they will all be sold. What do I have to hide?" Jiang Meiyi said.

This was true, so He Yue had to get straight to the point and ask, "Do you know a man named Chen Song?"

Jiang Meiyi thought about it carefully and shook her head.

"He should be very rich and have many followers. He has been out in society for a long time. He would not trade with you in school uniform. Think about it carefully."

"If he's as good as you say, there's no way I wouldn't remember him."

"Too……"

Seeing that Jiang Meiyi swore that she didn't know Chen Song, it seemed that this clue was broken.

He Yue had no choice but to wave her hand: "Go away, I will ask Ning to delete the video."

"Thank you."

Just as Jiang Meiyi stood up to leave, He Yue stopped her again: "Do you know someone named Wang Xiuya? Maybe she was also a student who went to the empty classroom."

"There are 53 people in our class. Do you know how many of them have been to the empty classroom?" Jiang Meiyi asked back.

He Yue shook her head.

"At least ten." Jiang Meiyi counted on her fingers. "Zhou Wenhe has been a teacher for twenty-three years. You can do the math to see how many people have been to the empty classroom in these twenty-three years."

The number is so large that Jiang Meiyi doesn’t even know who is in her own class, so how could she know Wang Xiuya?

He Yue let Jiang Meiyi go and sat alone on the bench with her red lips tightly pursed.

She is only eighteen years old, her parents live far away, and she only has an elderly grandfather by her side. She is also a student with no one to rely on.

And what about Zhou Wenhe?

As Jiang Meiyi said, Zhou Wenhe was indeed like a demon who controlled their life and death.

Should she endure it? Going against Zhou Wenhe would obviously not end well.

"Heyue, what you need to do is to deal with Chen Song." Heyue said to herself, "Stop meddling in other people's business."

Smart people know when to sit back and do nothing.