The next day.
November 3rd.
Shengshui Middle School.
When Qiao Sang stepped into Training Field No. 1, she saw Wang Yao, Shi Gaofeng, Xu Yixuan, He Daotao, and others surrounding Zhang Dezhou, engaged in what seemed like a heated argument, while Zhang Dezhou wore an expression of grievance on his face.
"What are you all talking about?" Qiao Sang walked up and asked.
Zhang Dezhou looked over and, seeing it was Qiao Sang, his eyes immediately reddened.
Like the protagonist in a melodramatic campus drama who's been bullied but is holding back her tears, he yelled, "It wasn't me!"
Qiao Sang was baffled.
What's going on?
"What wasn't you?" Qiao Sang asked, confused.
"The person who posted and sold information about you wasn't me!" Zhang Dezhou said indignantly.
He recalled what had happened last night and early this morning, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.
