Chapter 9 — Miss Empty Cup

Ha Tinh was so angry that his hands were shaking. She stared at Dieu Kha, as if she wished she could tear her apart. At this moment, Phuong Du's phone rang. He looked down, his face completely gloomy. I was standing close so I saw a message appear on the screen. Someone posted in the finance club group: "Just now, Ha Tinh used a secondary account to speak ill of Phuong Du, saying the things he gave were normal, and also saying to hang him first and see if there is anyone better." The hallway immediately exploded. 10 After that message appeared, the eyes of everyone in the hallway fell on Ha Tinh's face. Her tears were still on her eyelashes. A second ago, she was still a noble rich lady being bullied by her roommate. A second later, she became a laughing stock and was publicly called out in the group. She suddenly reached out and snatched Phuong Du's phone. "Who posted?" "This isn't me." Phuong Du put the phone back. His voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down people's spines. "Not you?" Ha Tinh was so impatient that her face changed. "Of course it's not me." "How could I say such things?" She turned her head to look at the people around her, her tears falling more intensely. "There must be someone intentionally trying to harm me." "Recently I've been targeted very seriously by others." Having finished speaking, she looked at me again. The meaning couldn't be clearer. She wanted to pour all the dirty water on me. I didn't move. I just asked her: "What is the name of the sub-account you mentioned?" Ha Tinh paused. "I don't have a sub-account." In the crowd, someone whispered: "But the profile picture seems to be a cat-shaped decoration on his dorm window sill." Another person continued: "The nickname is the same. A few days ago that account also posted his blue silk scarf." Ha Tinh's face gradually turned white. She still wants to deny it. The phone rang again. This time, it wasn't just Phuong Du who received it. Many people bowed their heads to watch the group. In the finance club group, someone posted a photo. It's a post from a secondary account a few days ago. "Being pursued by an ordinary male student is really annoying. Giving back and forth is just that." The accompanying photo is a bouquet of roses. I've seen the wrapping paper of that bouquet. It was placed on the windowsill of our dormitory for two days. Phuong Du also saw it. Because he bought it himself. The hallway was eerily quiet. Phuong Du looked at Ha Tinh. "You think I'm annoying?" Ha Tinh's lips trembled. "I didn't." "That was just me joking with you." Phuong Du laughed. "It turns out the way you joke is to use things others give you to criticize." Ha Tinh's tears fell faster. "Phuong Du, don't listen to them cutting sentences to make sense." "I just have too much pressure." "You treat me so well, everyone looks at me so I said a few random sentences.” She said those words very fluently. First, put yourself in a position where people will notice you. Then push the responsibility for someone else's excessive enthusiasm. Ultimately causing the hurt person to turn around and pity her. If it were before, maybe Phuong Du would really be soft-hearted. But now, he just looked at her. "The things I give you, you can not accept." "I pursue you, you can also refuse." "But you accepted and said behind my back that I was cheap." "Ha Tinh, what do you think of me?" The last bit of dignity on Ha Tinh's face was torn apart by this sentence. She opened her mouth but no words came out. The people around began to discuss in low voices. Some people say that's the way it is. Some people say it's no wonder her personal page never shows her love publicly. Some people say that the image of a rich lady really knows how to play. Hearing those words, Ha's eyes looked

Tinh suddenly became sharp. She pointed at me. "It's all her!" "If she hadn't used those cups to slander herself, people wouldn't have misunderstood." I laughed. "Didn't you just say the cups were yours?" She choked. I took a step forward. "After all, do you just use it occasionally to show off, or am I slandering you?" "You choose a way to say it first." Ha Tinh's face turned red and white. Dieu Kha stood next to him, both hands clasping the hem of his shirt. It seemed like she finally couldn't help it. "He didn't just take the cup." "He also took a tissue, pushed other people's bags to the ground, and said behind our backs that we were so poor." Ha Tinh suddenly glared at her. "Shut up!" Dieu Kha was shouted at until he was shaking. But this time she didn't back down. "Before, you said you were simple, saying you had never seen anything in life." "I've heard it before." "I just didn't dare say it." This sentence was more effective than any of my counterattacks. Because Dieu Kha was the one who trusted her the most. Even Dieu Kha spoke up, Ha Tinh's image could no longer be repaired. Phuong Du took the limited edition keychain from her hand. Ha Tinh instinctively tightened his cock. Phuong Du looked at her. "This is something I gave you."