Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The group's eyes returned to Zhang Xiuxiu.

She had never faced such a scene before, and was so frightened that she swallowed the cold noodles she was eating whole.

Yu Shaofen patted her shoulder, her grip a little too strong.

"Stop eating. Think about this carefully; it's a serious matter."

Zhang Xiuxiu clutched her shoulder, her face showing both pain and inner turmoil.

What's painful is that Yu Shaofen's blows really hurt;

The frustrating thing is that she really can't remember.

Song Lingge thought for a moment and prompted her, "Xiuxiu, you are a boarding student and spend most of your time at school. Think about the places you've been during this time and then narrow them down. Even if you can't remember them, it will definitely narrow down the possibilities."

"So clever," a burning gaze fell upon her.

When Song Lingge looked up, she didn't see who it was.

Zhang Xiuxiu started thinking about it seriously.

"My daily routine is the same: dorm, classroom, and cafeteria. This weekend, I went to the city center with Shaofen..."

"The city center and cafeteria sections will be deleted directly."

Yu Shaofen's summary was straightforward.

"That means there are only dormitories and classrooms left."

Zhang Xiuxiu's eyes widened, revealing a clear sense of stupidity; she really couldn't remember.

Song Lingge then prompted, "In the classroom, did you have any contact with Fang Guanghua, like passing by his desk and seeing something...?"

Zhang Xiuxiu shook her head vigorously, saying with certainty, "Impossible, I can guarantee that."

Yu Shaofen thought for a moment and analyzed, "Actually, the classroom is unlikely. Xiuxiu will pull me away immediately after class and rarely stays in the classroom."

The expressions on the faces of the group of people suddenly became somewhat inscrutable.

Jing Chu, who had been completely oblivious to the situation, suddenly blurted out in a shocking statement: "Then it's just the dorms!"

The other four people suddenly turned their attention to him.

Even someone as burly as him was startled.

However, he realized what was happening at that moment.

If there's a problem with the dorms, these three girls are all in the same dorm.

Jing Chu realized he had said the wrong thing, and tried to explain with a silly grin, but the grin only made him look silly.

"I wasn't talking about you guys, there's still one other person!"

Yu Shaofen secretly gave him a look, signaling him to stop talking.

In Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen's eyes, Song Lingge and Li Meimei had a very good relationship.

Girls judge the quality of their relationships by who walks arm in arm with whom after class, and who walks arm in arm with whom to the restroom.

You can be sure of it.

“Lingge, maybe Xiuxiu is mistaken. You know she’s usually very carefree.”

Yu Shaofen may seem carefree, but she is actually very thoughtful.

"Although I'm usually quite carefree, I'm sure I remember correctly, I really did see that manuscript."

Zhang Xiuxiu appears shrewd and meticulous, but she is actually quite carefree.

Song Lingge didn't want everyone to worry about this, so she smiled and said, "Don't think about it. I was just asking. If they stole it, they stole it. Anyway, the championship can't be stolen."

Jing Chu, a master at lightening the mood, raised his small champagne glass and said, "Exactly! Petty behavior won't last long. Miss Song is truly impressive!"

The atmosphere tonight is wonderful, and Song Lingge doesn't want to spoil it.

However, she roughly knew in her heart who had stolen the manuscript, even though she didn't want to believe it.

However, she didn't want to alert him yet, because she wasn't sure if Li Meimei was Fang Guanghua's mistress.

When she returned to the dormitory, she specifically told Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen not to mention the matter again.

The two women assumed that Song Lingge was kind and didn't want to ruin their friendship, so they agreed.

Song Lingge kept thinking back to whether Li Meimei and Fang Guanghua had any interaction in her previous life.

But no matter how hard I racked my brains, I couldn't find the slightest clue.

"Has Meimei not come back yet? Why aren't the lights on?"

Zhang Xiuxiu tugged on the light cord.

The light bulbs in the dormitory immediately turned on, illuminating the small room, which was only a few square meters in size.

"what--"

"Meimei, you're in the dorm? Why aren't the lights on? You startled me."

Li Meimei was lying on the bed when her outstretched leg accidentally tripped Zhang Xiuxiu, who was pulling the light cord.

Li Meimei then sat up, rubbed her puffy eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "I was so tired when I got back that I fell asleep."

Song Lingge sat down next to her, but Li Meimei turned away uncomfortably, not daring to face her.

"Meimei, are you feeling unwell? Your eyes are a little swollen."

Sensing something unusual, Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen also came over.

"Meimei, have you been crying? What happened?"

"You must tell us if anything's wrong, so we can all come up with ideas together. Don't just bottle it up and cry by yourself!"

Li Meimei blew her nose, pretending to be strong, and forced a smile: "I'm fine, I just miss home a little."

A universal excuse!

However, there were still people who believed in it in those days.

"My mom called me a few days ago and said my sister-in-law gave birth to a baby girl, and I really want to go home and see..."

As Zhang Xiuxiu spoke, she sniffed, barely able to hold back her tears.

"You can go home every week, and you still miss home? Xiuxiu and I can only go home once a semester!"

Annoyed, Yu Shaofen quickly tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang Xiuxiu, indicating that she didn't completely believe it.

Li Meimei was just making up an excuse, and was somewhat at a loss.

Really interesting.

Song Lingge smiled almost imperceptibly.

"We just ate out. Have you eaten? Would you like to go out and get something else with me?"

"No need, I've already eaten."

"By the way, you insisted on leaving when the competition was almost over. What were you in such a hurry to do at that time? Do you know what? Ling Ge and Qiao Nansheng won the championship, and she's treating us to dinner! Do you know what we ate?"

That's just how Zhang Xiuxiu is; once she starts talking, she can't stop.

"Lingge, congratulations! I knew you would definitely get first place when I heard you recite."

Li Meimei's expression didn't reflect the sincerity of her words in offering congratulations.

Song Lingge kept observing her micro-expressions.

Although she was smiling, the smile was faint, and her eyes were constantly darting around; it was obvious that she was racking her brains for words.

In her previous life, after Fang Xingxing went to high school and lived at school, Song Lingge would watch TV every night when she was bored at home alone.

She particularly enjoyed watching experts analyze micro-expressions, and she never imagined it would actually come in handy now.

"Thank you. I said I'd treat you to dinner afterward, but Xiuxiu said she had to leave early because of an emergency. What happened?"

Li Meimei thought the topic was over, but unexpectedly Song Lingge brought it up again.

Song Lingge wasn't usually this persistent and inquisitive.

It seems she has to find a plausible excuse today.