Rashomon

Lin Mo registered an account on a forum.

He directly changed his username to "Lin Mo."

Then he uploaded the chat logs and the photographed pink letter onto it.

After editing the text, he hesitated.

In the end, he saved it as a draft instead of posting it.

Instead, he sent a message in the class group chat:

"Do you all believe me?"

"Of course we do!"

"I was right there listening. You don’t even know her, yet she’s slandering you like this. I definitely believe you."

Lin Mo thought for a moment. "Seems like my own fake kindness is what hurt me."

At first, Lin Mo had only wanted to protect others with a shred of goodwill—

Just like the person who helps an elderly stranger up, acting out of kindness.

But as the old saying goes: "The dog bites Lü Dongbin—it doesn’t recognize a good heart."

In that case, there was no need for him to extend too much kindness in this matter anymore.

That girl had wounded a passionate heart.

Seeing Lin Mo’s message, many in the group were taken aback.

But knowing how polite and helpful Lin Mo usually was, everyone quickly chimed in with words of comfort.

Fang Jun immediately typed in the group: "Don’t worry, Lao Mo! Don’t you have evidence? Just post it!"

But Lin Mo replied instantly: "No. I want to ask her face-to-face why she did this. I’m curious—why resort to something that hurts her more than it hurts me?"

At that moment, Jiang Yunlu, who rarely spoke in the group, suddenly said: "I’ll go with you tomorrow."

The next second, the group exploded with funny memes.

Fang Jun nodded seriously. "I think Jiang Yunlu going with you is perfect!"

......

"So why is she here too?" Jiang Yunlu glanced at Xie Yuling, who was trailing behind them.

"She saw the post last night. When she found out I was coming to confront the girl, she insisted on tagging along."

Lin Mo hadn’t expected Xie Yuling to become such an internet addict after getting a phone.

She was even surfing late into the night.

Last night, the moment he shut his laptop, the metal door of his rented room was knocked on.

When he opened it, Xie Yuling stood there with her arms crossed.

"So? Still planning to open love letters at home?"

Tsk. This cold woman could be pretty cutting when she was angry.

But Lin Mo just grinned and said:

"Won’t open them anymore. I’ll just tear them up and toss them in the trash, how about that?"

"Hmph! So what’s your plan now?"

"I’ll go question her tomorrow."

If that didn’t work, he’d go to the homeroom teacher Li Yan—this kind of problem was right up his alley.

"Then I’m coming with you."

And just like that, his little landlord joined the confrontation squad.

A good number of Class 8 students followed Lin Mo to the entrance of Class 3.

The sight of them made Class 3 nervous.

Before Lin Mo could even speak, Lu Zhiyi rushed out from the back of the classroom.

"Lin Mo! Have you finally decided to join the school basketball team? With you, we’ll crush the city tournament, then the provincial, then the nationals, and finally go international—beyond Asia!"

But Lin Mo replied flatly: "No. I don’t play basketball. I only sing and rap. I’m here to see Su Ziting."

Hearing this, Lu Zhiyi’s enthusiasm deflated. He just pointed toward the far end of the classroom.

"I’ll call her for you."

He turned and shouted: "Su Ziting! Lin Mo’s here to see you!"

A group of girls stood up from the back of Class 3 and walked toward the door.

"You jerk! Ziting took the day off because of you!"

Lin Mo remained expressionless.

Fang Jun, ever the vanguard, stepped forward.

"Hey! Don’t throw accusations around. How is Lin Mo a jerk? He didn’t do anything to that Su girl."

"Leading Ziting on isn’t being a jerk?" one of the girls shot back.

Fang Jun was about to argue, but Lin Mo raised a hand to stop him.

"You say I led her on? When? How? I only met her yesterday."

"Liar! You added her on WeChat ages ago and even hinted for her to confess to you!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even use WeChat.

"First, I don’t have WeChat. Second, adding someone on WeChat requires a phone number. But the letter she gave me yesterday had her number and QQ ID. That means we couldn’t have talked on WeChat."

One of the girls sneered.

"I knew you’d say that. Ziting told us you met through ‘Shake to Chat.’"

Lin Mo remembered that feature—it had once earned WeChat a reputation as a hookup app.

Only after other, more powerful dating apps emerged did WeChat return to being just a messaging platform.

"That’s even more impossible. No WeChat, no ‘Shake to Chat.’ So—"

"So the person who chatted with Su Ziting for a long time and hinted for her to confess wasn’t you. It was an imposter."

Jiang Yunlu frowned as she pieced it together.

The whole thing sounded bizarre.

Lin Mo pulled out the letter from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Yunlu.

"But here’s the thing—I added her on QQ yesterday, and she accepted instantly. If I already had a way to contact Su Ziting, why would I need to add her QQ? Or why would she give me her contact info at all?"

As Lin Mo posed the question, he glanced at Su Ziting’s friends.

"Even we don’t have Lin Mo’s WeChat. How did she get it? How did she add him?"

Fang Jun almost pulled out his phone, but they were in the school hallway—getting caught with it would mean trouble.

Just then, a sharp voice cut through.

"What’s going on here?"

It was Class 3’s homeroom teacher, with Chen Xiaoya beside her.

"Why are you all crowding around Class 3? Don’t you have anything better to do?"

Seeing the teacher, Lin Mo waved at Jiang Yunlu and the others behind him.

"You guys head back to class. There’s something off about this. I’ll just explain it to the teachers."

Jiang Yunlu nodded. "It really is fishy. But everyone in Class 8 knows you’re innocent."

Lin Mo clasped his hands in thanks. "Appreciate the trust."

Fang Jun patted his shoulder.

"Hey, I’ve got your back, Lao Mo. No way you’d go looking elsewhere when you’ve got options right here."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked toward Xie Yuling, Jiang Yunlu, and finally Chu Miaomiao, who had been quietly following at the back.

But none of the three reacted, just blending into the dispersing crowd.

Once the hallway cleared, Chen Xiaoya looked at Lin Mo and said, "Come with me. Explain what’s going on."

Lin Mo shrugged and pointed at the group of girls. "Better bring them too. I doubt I can explain this alone."

Just then, Jiang Yunlu hurried back and returned the love letter to him.

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