The video was uploaded by Yue Yao's account, and within ten minutes, it went straight to the trending searches.

#南大选学女生##南大‘鱼堂’事情# A series of topics occupied the entire page. The events of that year were finally brought to light.

After a few hours of fermentation, this incident was like a hurricane caused by the flapping wings of a butterfly, setting off a huge wave on the Internet.

When receiving Ji Yanzhou's call, Song Wenting was having dinner with Yue Yao.

His voice is not like the teasing in the morning, suppressing the cold temperature: "Did you shoot the video?"

Song Wenting had an inexplicable feeling of guilty conscience at this moment, and she said "hmm".

I don't know the attitude of the man opposite, he was silent for a while before continuing: "When did it happen?"

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

"She came to see you, when did it happen?"

Song Wenting lowered his eyes, unconsciously clasped the tablecloth on the table with his left hand, his posture was like a student, and his tone could not be hardened: "Just... not long ago."

"..."

Suddenly there was silence again, and the air suddenly became suffocated.

Song Wenting wanted to open his mouth to explain something, but when his lips just opened, there was a sudden deep voice over there, and the violent breath was dyed into the tone and passed into the eardrum: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Soon he suddenly laughed at himself again: "Mr. Song, it's a dog that has been by your side for so long, so it should have gained some trust." His voice was suppressed, as if he had beaten someone when he suddenly returned to high school, very fierce and ruthless , "You can speak your mind to everyone, but you are dumb to me?"

Song Wenting murmured, a little innocently: "No, I didn't think about it."

"Oh." His tone was still emotionless, "Is the injury on my hand not enough to remind you?"

"sorry."

The frown on the other side is even tighter, people who live together all day, huh, don't remember?

After a while, he concealed the loneliness and despair in his eyes, and his tone returned to calm: "What are you going to do?"

Song Wenting's eyes fell on the glass of pure water in front of him, and he said it in detail: "I want to use Yao Qing to lure Wang Zhiyuan."

The man in the microphone seemed to laugh: "So, the result?"

The restaurant's warm lights enveloped Song Wenting's slender figure, and that delicate face was stained with a dark color. Four full hours had passed, and Yao Qing hadn't contacted her.

It can only explain one situation, Wang Zhiyuan did not develop according to her plan.

As if he guessed it, Ji Yanzhou's tone became even lighter: "You still do the thing that caused you to get angry?"

Song Wenting shuddered, remembering that in college, in order to help girls at the same level, she also made decisions without authorization.

"I don't want him to appear in front of us again." Song Wenting clasped the phone, her fingertips turned white, but her tone was firm, "Also, I want to find a chance to expose the past."

Ji Yanzhou narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and his tone was more like falling into an ice cellar: "No."

With a heart trembling, Song Wenting shook his eyelashes and asked stubbornly, "Why?"

Ji Yanzhou stood tall in front of the huge French window, and couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows when he heard this: "We discussed this matter before."

He blocked back a word, as if he didn't want to say anything.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and Song Wenting asked softly, "Is it because of Xu Xinning?"

Ji Yanzhou rolled his eyes coldly, and changed the subject: "I've suppressed the trending searches, so don't cause trouble."

stir up trouble?

Song Wenting's little face turned pale, and she suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

During this time, she thought that Ji Yanzhou might like her. But in the end, that little favor was vulnerable to Xu Xinning.

He really didn't take any risks that might cause Xu Xinning's injury.

She opened the hot search bar, and sure enough, it was emptied.

Relevant hot searches have long since failed to find any shadows. This matter, just like back then, was deliberately suppressed at the bottom.

But judging from the level just now, the powerful residual heat is still there.

Song Wenting's eyes fell, and he immediately pulled Yue Yao back to her grandmother's house.

While the netizens still had their memories, Song Wenting recorded a video himself and threw it out again.

On the screen, she is still calm, but her eyes are firm and bright.

Holding the comic "Under the Dark Skirt" drawn by Yue Yao in her hand, she recalled in her mind this story that once caused an uproar in Nantah University, but in the end, it was suppressed by powerful forces.

In his freshman year, Song Wenting, as a member of the Department of Folk Music, was admitted to the NTU Conservatory of Music, one of the best in China.

She has a clear demeanor, charming and cold, with a coquettish and thick face, and she has also gained some fame in the conservatory of music, which is full of beautiful women.

At the welcome party, a performance of Guqin music attracted countless attentions.

She didn't know that there was a lot of darkness in front of the courtyard leaders below.

The day after the party, she was temporarily transferred to the famous professor of the folk music department of the college, and she learned guqin from him.

There are many courses in this small professional class, and the class is taught by one person alone.

This is unique in other colleges, but in the eyes of music students, it is indeed normal.

Since was a child, have been doing small classes alone, and the university is still in this mode, and no one will question it.

The small class on the first day was arranged at 9 o'clock in the morning on Tuesday. Song Wenting went there early, and waited for more than ten minutes outside the professor's piano room and office before the professor came late.

The professor's full name is Xu Menglang, and he can be regarded as one of the best folk music masters in China. He is proficient in flute and guqin performance research.

He was wearing a formal Chinese tunic suit, looking refined and refined.

He gently lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he naturally greeted Song Wenting, and then opened the door to motion her in.

Things in the house are a bit messy, the room is large, surrounded by soundproofing devices, and the milky yellow holes are all over the room, Song Wenting feels oppressed inexplicably.

But she still finished this one-and-a-half-hour class seriously.

Later, he was recommended by Xu Menglang to participate in several recitals. He is indeed good at teaching and has a high level of professionalism. Song Wenting naturally respects him.

Until one day a girl at the same level found her and asked her to help her find the dropped necklace in the piano room of the professor.

Song Wenting felt strange, but went too.

Then, she heard an unforgettable scene in her life.

The teaching building was very quiet at night, and the room was also very dark. Song Wenting opened the door with the key but was about to turn on the light when he heard a female voice.

The suppressed panting, the slutty voice, and the familiar Xu Menglang's middle-aged male voice intertwined and went straight into Song Wenting's ears.

It came from the room behind the office.

Song Wenting shook his body and didn't recover for a long time.

Until she heard the voice behind the wall stop, followed by the conversation between the two, Song Wenting retreated directly outside the door with trembling knuckles.

Hiding around the corner, she soon saw the warm lights in the classroom where she usually attends classes.

Then a figure came out of the door, she was wrapped in a long dress, and quickly disappeared through the door.

In fact, such things, perhaps not worth much surprise.

But Song Wenting began to have an idea, and later she found that there were many people in Xu Menglang's fish pond, even Xu Xinning, and she became his little fish.

Later, after a performance, Ji Yanzhou blocked her in a backstage corner and asked her if she wanted to be her girlfriend.

The next day, the two found a remote place, and he told her without hesitation that he was collecting evidence and hoped she could help. And the way he can get close to Xu Menglang is to become a couple with her.

Kill two birds with one stone.

He used her relationship to get close, and Song Wenting used their relationship as a couple to escape Xu Menglang's net.

He only likes clean girls.

This year, they lived tremblingly, walking on thin ice. At the end of the matter, Song Wenting's heart became more and more cold, many people were involved, and naturally many girls were injured.

And she was able to escape under the protection of Ji Yanzhou.

A year later, Xu Menglang was arrested, and Wang Zhiyuan, the biggest "middleman" who helped him introduce girls, was imprisoned.

The process was long and difficult, not relying on her, only relying on Ji Yanzhou, but relying on the strong background of Ji's family and the help of other girls.

But no one is willing to tear open the wound, just like Xu Xinning, who went abroad to study alone a year later.

Ji Yanzhou continued to follow up on this matter. Song Wenting never met him at school in his senior year.

After another year of evidence collection, repeated judgments, the first trial and the second trial, it dragged on for nearly a year and a half. Xu Menglang was finally sentenced to lifelong rape, but Wang Zhiyuan was only jailed for five years. The ridiculous thing is that he performed well in prison, got a reduced sentence, and was finally released from prison.

Song Wenting didn't touch on the dusty past, but just recommended this manga seriously.

"Hello everyone, I am a friend of Yue Xianda, Song Wenting. We have been planning this "Under the Dark Skirt" for a long time, and many people are speculating whether the story in it is true. I want to say that everything comes from From a real incident. Today this account posted another video, and the Wang Zhiyuan in it is the Wang Zhiyuan in this book. I hope all the girls can stay vigilant and protect themselves.”

At this moment, the Heming Entertainment Building is brightly lit.

"Mr. Ji, do you still need to press?"

Yang Feng from the Propaganda Department felt his scalp go numb when Ji Yanzhou glanced at him.

"Wait first."

He frowned, feeling the coldness all over his body, and the wound on his arm seemed to be getting hotter.

Through the figure, he fixed his eyes on the small white face of the woman on the screen, and the emotions in his eyes were obscure.

Until He Junlang approached, he pulled a chair and sat down.

He looked at it with great interest, clicked his tongue, and jokingly said: "I can't see it, the 'little Bodhisattva' who was once immaculate has such a young age."

Ji Yanzhou gave him a cold look and said nothing.

He Junlang raised his eyebrows: "But why are you so angry?"

In the sight of Yang Feng, head of the Propaganda Department, the man had already lifted up his suit and walked out at a leisurely pace.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared that he breathed a sigh of relief from the suppressed stuffy air.

Here, He Junlang followed without fear of death: "Mr. Ji, it's no wonder Mr. Song hasn't recognized you for so long. Look at your expression, it smells so bad, which woman dares to lean against you?"

Ji Yanzhou didn't stop growing his legs, and went straight to the office.

He Junlang shook his head frequently, and asked without giving up: "Are you afraid that she will be retaliated by Wang Zhiyuan?"

After the words fell, Ji Yanzhou's face darkened even more in his line of sight.

He raised his eyebrows knowingly: "Don't worry too much, that scum can still dance."

Hearing this, Ji Yanzhou finally opened his mouth. He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows: "I haven't found him yet."

Therefore, if you make him unhappy, he may go crazy at any time.

"Also," Ji Yanzhou, "one of the requests my family Mr. Ji promised to help me back then was to prevent me from exposing Xu Xinning, so that she would not be hurt again."

Mr. Ji of his family is Ji Xianrong, his father.

He Junlang wondered: "I don't think Teacher Song wants to expose it, she just recommended this book."

The phone rang at the right time, and the word "Xu Xinning" jumped under his nose.

At the last second of hanging up, Ji Yanzhou still picked up the phone.

"What does Song Wenting mean?"

She questioned her as soon as she came, and Ji Yanzhou frowned: "Did you forget what I told you before?"

Xu Xinning was taken aback, she couldn't believe that he was here at this time, and she was still struggling with the title.

She burst into tears instantly: "Brother Yanzhou, I'm afraid, you must help me."

The frown between her brows deepened because of her crying, Ji Yanzhou still thought of that night when Xu Xinning had just finished class and asked him to wait for him at the gate of the college, but he thought it was troublesome and refused.

On that day, she was lured by Wang Zhiyuan to the school hotel.

In the end, Ji Yanzhou still said "um", but also warned: "Don't react too much, it's nothing to do with you."

Yue Yao sent Song Wenting to the downstairs of the Yufu mansion, and she asked in confusion, "Tingbao, what do you think? Are you really advertising my book?"

She wrinkled her small face, a little confused about the meaning of Song Wenting's last video.

Song Wenting's eyes fell on the towering gate, and he said softly: "The advertisement is incidental, mainly because I want to use Yao Qing to secretly mention the past. I also want to bring them some courage."

If not, then it is right to be vigilant.

As for Wang Zhiyuan, with these two videos, his original plan should be disrupted.

As the night turned, Yue Yao saw the gloomy expression on her face, and when she nodded, she still comforted: "Don't think about it, Ji Yanzhou may just treat Xu Xinning as her sister. As a relative encountering such a thing, it's okay to maintain it. understand."

Do you understand?

Song Wenting once again fell into a tangle of inferiority complex.

She didn't know if she was too careful, as long as it was about Xu Xinning, she would be more mindful.

Dragging her tired body upstairs, Aunt Zhang said she had stewed bird's nest and asked her if she wanted it.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang, no need." Song Wenting put his hands on the escalator, paused suddenly, then turned around and asked, "Can you help me make the bed?"

Aunt Zhang was startled: "Ah." She said, and then quickly responded: "Oh, good Mrs. Ji."

The guest room is opposite the master bedroom. Song Wenting lay down on the bed after washing up, staring at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

The nightdress hangs loosely on the body, outlining the beautiful figure.

The room was quiet, and Ji Yanzhou hadn't come back yet.

Song Wenting suddenly thought of Ji Yanzhou's question on the phone today.

Did she do it wrong?

Since her grandmother's death, she was not used to talking to people in her heart, and her temper became more and more boring.

They were witnesses to this matter, and it was the best choice to discuss it with him, but why did they carry him behind their backs?

I am afraid that in this marriage where I can see the light, I will encounter the previous things again. I am afraid that the appearance of Wang Zhiyuan will break the beauty that looks right now. I am also afraid that Ji Yanzhou will think about Xu Xinning's injuries again, and love her.

Even last night's Ji Yanzhou's injury, she only dared to inquire a few words.

However, it is the correct solution to face it with him, so how can she solve it?

Do you think that relying on Yao Qing, you can make Wang Zhiyuan disappear forever?

Do you think that if you expose yourself, you can remind him that there is such a person, so as to prevent him from targeting Ji Yanzhou?

She is just an ordinary person. In the face of such a thing, if there is no Ji Yanzhou, she has no ability to compete with it.

Do you think she has the confidence now?

In fact, it is just a selfish self, trying to do everything possible to whitewash the peace, but I am too timid to face it.

She huddled alone in the corner of the bed, a defensive and withdrawn psychological gesture. But in the blur, she seemed to hear heavy footsteps.

Sounds like stepping on her heart.

Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the door, but there was no sound of the next step.

Song Wenting waited with bated breath, and finally heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

His slightly closed eyes trembled with his steps, and finally the footsteps stopped beside the bed.

Her body became more and more rigid, and her breathing almost stopped.

Soon she heard a familiar snort, with a man's cold voice: "I really need to clean up."

He seemed to be laughing at her moving into the guest room to sleep without saying hello.

Song Wenting bit her lip and tried to pretend to be asleep, but the man seemed to have seen through it long ago.

"Talk?"

He says.

"..."

After a while, Song Wenting pulled back the quilt with his knuckles and poked his head out.

The exposed little face was blushed a little, and the end of her eyes was flushed with water, she looked up at him: "What are you talking about?"

The man possessed himself and pulled a chair, and his tall figure oppressed him. He sat beside her bed, his eyes were deep: "Don't worry about Wang Zhiyuan, leave it to me, okay?"

In Song Wenting's line of sight, only the sharp jawline of the man was seen. She pulled up her collar and sat up to meet his eyes. She looked into those eyes with courage, and she shook her head under his nose.

He drew back his brows, a sense of oppression followed, and finally said in a cold tone, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Wenting: "Want to help."

Ji Yanzhou leaned over, and his warm breath came down: "I used to be so courageous that I was so courageous that I went to steal the market alone and was almost discovered. Why didn't you learn how to be good?"

Song Wenting remembered that time when she acted without authorization and used Xu Menglang's key to enter his piano room to get a USB flash drive. As a result, when she was going out, she almost bumped into Xu Menglang who was coming back, and Ji Yanzhou stopped him from the other side of the corner. she.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Song Wenting raised his eyes, his clean eyes stared at him stubbornly, and his pink lips parted slightly: "Then will you still get hurt?"

Her eyes then fell on the arm.

Ji Yanzhou frowned and was stunned for a few seconds.

Song Wenting: "He's like a madman."

As if hearing her expressive tone for the first time, Ji Yanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a low voice: "He looks like a lunatic, so what do you think I look like?"

"Huh?" Song Wenting backed away from the breath that was close at hand, and the words he said to himself suddenly popped up in his mind, the words were subconscious, "A fierce and violent dog?"

"?"

After a moment of daze, the man leaned back and took off his coat, leaving only the pure black shirt inside, without a tie, revealing his white collarbone, the curves were attractive and attractive, and the whole person looked even more unrestrained under the light .

His thin lips curled slightly, and he really smiled angrily: "Okay."

After a second pause, he continued: "So, don't worry, a fierce and violent dog is more than enough to beat a lunatic."