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Two people were in the carport and one was at the school gate. Qin Qingxue doesn’t dislike Zhuang Ziming at all. His failure in the exam has a lot to do with Zhuang Ziming who often harasses him. "Go away." Qin Qingxue Even the scolding voice was so gentle: "If you don't leave, I will call someone." Zhuang Ziming pressed his entire body on Qin Qingxue, In the dark carport, in the corner of the wall, Zhuang Ziming was holding on to the wall with his hands, and no matter how hard Qin Qingxue struggled, it was to no avail. A weak woman was no match for a man. Zhuang Ziming was so close to Qin Qingxue that he could even feel Qin Qingxue’s breath on his body. The sultry Underground Bicycle Shed is filled with the sour smell of sweat, and in Zhuang Ziming’s opinion, this is also the smell of hormones. Zhuang Ziming put his mouth to Qin Qingxue's neck, but what he received in exchange was a solid slap from Qin Qingxue. "Get out!" Qin Qingxue struggled hard: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police." The crisp slap sounded like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of sound waves in the carport. Zhuang Ziming Touching his face, he spat on the ground: "You and I, it's only when I reject others, and others can't reject me." With that, Zhuang Ziming versus Qin Qingxue Up~down~his~ hand. It rained heavily that night, but when the thunder reached Underground Bicycle Shed, there was only a slight muffled sound. Kong Anping Standing at the school gate, he looked in the direction of the teaching building. The lights of Class 8 were still on. He knows that Qin Qingxue's results are not ideal, but he is willing to wait. It was a hot summer day, and everyone's clothes were very thin. Zhuang Ziming tore off Qin Qingxue's shirt easily. He pressed Qin Qingxue tightly, and then tore Qin Qingxue's short sleeves with one hand. There was no one inside the dark carport, and it was raining heavily outside. Qin Qingxue's cry for help could not be heard outside at all. Qin Qingxue knew that Kong Anping must still be waiting for her at this moment, she shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping to attract others' attention. Kong Anping I can only hear the deafening thunder. In the dark carport, Zhuang Ziming is an even darker existence. Zhuang Ziming has vented his cheap dignity on Qin Qingxue over the past few months.
At that moment, a light suddenly appeared at the back door of the bike shed, where the stairs connecting to the school were located. Someone was coming down.
Zhuang Ziming tightly covered Qin Qingxue's mouth, not daring to move, fearing that he might alert this person.
However, Qin Qingxue saw a glimmer of hope. She struggled desperately, hoping that this person would come to her rescue.
Zhuang Ziming silently prayed: Please don’t come here, please don’t come here.
It was clear that this person was heading towards the bike storage area of Class 8. In other words, this person was also a classmate from Class 8. Both of them speculated in their minds about who this person could be.
The answer was revealed: it was Song You.
After finishing his exam estimation, Song You had gone to a nearby internet café to play games, leaving his bicycle in the school’s bike shed. He knew that leaving it there was much safer than outside the internet café. That mountain bike, worth five hundred yuan, had taken him a long time to convince his parents to buy.
When Song You saw the two people lying on the ground, he was stunned and let out a gasp.
Zhuang Ziming looked at Song You and tried to recall who he was; soon enough, he remembered.
He only knew that Song You came from a poor family.
"Rape?" Song You spoke up.
Zhuang Ziming gasped for breath: "Song You! Do you know who this woman is? She’s Qin Qingxue from our class. You know what kind of person she is; she wouldn’t dare go out. She wouldn’t dare call the police because if she did, everyone would find out what happened to her. They would know she was with me, and how would her parents face others after that?"
Then Zhuang Ziming tried to appease him: "And Song You, as long as you don’t go out, I’ll give you fifty thousand. How about that? Think about it—one year of college tuition is only ten thousand. You could go to college without spending any money. Just think about it; otherwise, you know my family’s connections. I don’t want things to get too messy."
Under the dim light of his phone, Song You looked at the sweating Zhuang Ziming and the struggling Qin Qingxue.
Song You was also struggling internally.
Song You struggled within himself.
After a few minutes, Song You made up his mind. High school was over, and from now on, everyone would be a thing of the past. He would never see Zhuang Ziming and Qin Qingxue again; what had happened was already done, and he didn't need to feel guilty about it.
Song You finally nodded, "Alright, I want you to pay me in full."
Zhuang Ziming let out a sigh of relief. "No problem, you can come back with me tonight to get the money."
Song You nodded in agreement.
Zhuang Ziming smiled and said, "Brother, help me hold her legs down; it's really hard for me to operate like this. How about I give you an extra ten thousand?"
Song You nodded again.
He knew that sixty thousand was his parents' annual income, and after all expenses were accounted for, there was hardly any savings left at the end of the year. Song You had seen his parents trembling as they took out a newspaper-wrapped bundle whenever they paid his tuition. Inside were stacks of old hundred-yuan bills. After his father counted them once, his mother would count them again.
Then they would both smile foolishly at each other; this was Song You's happiest yet most bittersweet memory.
In his heart, he thought of Qin Qingxue: if there was blame to be placed, it should be on this society that values money above all else.
He pressed down on Qin Qingxue's legs.
For Zhuang Ziming, there was a saying: "Fortune does not come in pairs; misfortune seldom comes alone." And for Qin Qingxue, there was also a saying: "There is always a way out."
Another person stepped out from the shed.
This person held a powerful flashlight and mumbled to himself, "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless, Jesus bless, Allah bless, Ultraman bless, Iron Man bless... There are no ghosts in this world. Once I finish pushing the cart, I'll hurry home; there are no ghosts in this world."
There may be no ghosts in this world, but there are things far more terrifying than ghosts.
The flashlight illuminated the designated parking space for Class 8, revealing two demonic faces before Shih Wenshan's eyes. These were faces with blood-red eyes, gritting their teeth, as if they would pounce on him and devour him at any moment. Beneath them lay a frail girl being bullied. Shih Wenshan recognized all three of them.
His legs went weak, and a cold sweat broke out all over him, causing the flashlight to drop to the ground.
No one expected such a situation to arise.
"Damn it," Zhuang Ziming cursed, then spoke up, "Shih Wenshan, right? Listen to me..."
Shih Wenshan trembled; he finally understood where the gap between him and Zhuang Ziming lay. Zhuang Ziming dared to do anything, while he couldn't even manage the simplest task.
"Please, don't kill me," Shih Wenshan begged. "I promise I won't go out; I'll do whatever you say, really, just don't kill me."
Zhuang Ziming and Song You were somewhat taken aback.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zhuang Ziming said, "Alright, Shih Wenshan, we're classmates. We won't kill you unless it's absolutely necessary. You know this girl, right? You know her personality; she definitely won't dare to go out. The only ones who know about this are the four of us. If anyone else finds out, it means there's a traitor among us, and then..."
Shih Wenshan hurriedly interjected, "I would never do that! Really, I wouldn't even if you beat me to death. Actually, you're my idol; I just want to be a big shot like you."
Zhuang Ziming didn't expect Shih Wenshan to be this weak. He also knew that if things continued like this, more people might come down.
He assigned a task to his newly recruited subordinate: "Shih Wenshan, go watch the back door of the parking shed. If anyone comes, notify me immediately!"
Shih Wenshan nodded and hurried off to carry out the task.
So on this stormy night, in the pitch-black parking shed, for different purposes, three individuals from different worlds united to commit an act of violence.
Zhuang Ziming dressed himself and threatened Qin Qingxue: "If you try to leave, there's nothing I can do about it. But remember this: once you step outside, you'll carry this label for life. You'll bear this reputation forever. Think about how your friends will see you and how your family will view you."
"They'll treat you like a plague!" Zhuang Ziming's voice was hoarse. "And even if I end up in jail, my family is wealthy; I won't be locked up for long. When I get out, I'll take double revenge on your family. Consider the consequences carefully—either act like nothing happened and remain the pure Qin Qingxue we all know or pretend we never met."
Zhuang Ziming's threat was piercing, causing cold sweat to break out on the faces of Song You and Shih Wenshan nearby.
Meanwhile, Qin Qingxue lay sobbing in the dark carport.
Every word from Zhuang Ziming felt like a sharp knife, stabbing deeper into Qin Qingxue's heart.
"Let's go," Zhuang Ziming glanced at the two beside him. "I will give you some financial compensation. We are all graduating now, and after this, we won't see each other again. This matter stays between us; no one should speak of it. Theoretically, since you helped me, you are also accomplices in this case. If anything happens, you will also face imprisonment."
Kong Anping noticed that the three did not push the cart out of the carport and then hurriedly disappeared into the stormy night.
But the lights in Class 8 had already been turned off, and Qin Qingxue still had not come out.
Finally, Kong Anping remembered to call Qin Qingxue.
Disheveled, Qin Qingxue answered Kong Anping's call.
"Qingxue, where are you? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Are you okay?"
Qin Qingxue wiped her tears dry and replied softly, "It's nothing, just feeling really tired. Let's break up."
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