Chapter 396

Truth?

Not long after that communication draft came out, relevant newspapers, personnel, and even Japanese representatives clarified the rumors, but what was the result?

Twenty years!

The students who participated in the summer camp that year were all top students in their schools. Because of that communication, they carried twenty years of humiliation, and in the future, they will continue to carry it.

This is reality.

Truth is always in the hands of a few. Because most people don't care about this stuff.

Faced with various "news," people have watched, laughed, scolded, and been angry, and then it passed. They might even forward it casually.

And the truth? Even if they happen to know it, they just say "oh" and that's it.

This is the so-called "spreading rumors with a mouth, clarifying rumors by running until your legs break."

Why does Jiangshan almost never post on Weibo? Because many things I want to forward immediately turn out to have hidden secrets later.

☆, Chapter 325: Finish Speaking and Rest

Shentu, Shentu Mo's voice? What, what is he doing in the control room? It's a live broadcast!

... Live broadcast. Right, it's a live broadcast now, and every sentence Cui Yaran said has been transmitted without missing a word. And her? Just like this? Jumping into the trap Cui Yaran dug for her timidly and humiliatingly without a trace of struggle?

"Angel Xiao Ya, what do you want me, to forgive you for?" Shifting her gaze to Cui Yaran, He Lele said slowly and indifferently.

"I'm sorry..." Cui Yaran didn't answer the question.

"You said you retreated when I needed you most, so can you tell me why you retreated?"

"I..." Cui Yaran had a look of wanting to speak but stopping, and even looked at the audience with difficulty.

"Please! With your reputation at the time, anyone who was with you would be treated as the same kind of goods as you! Angel Xiao Ya was right not to be friends with you! Near vermilion, one gets stained red; near ink, one gets stained black!" A young girl in the audience holding a hand sign with the word "Ya" said with disgust, and several fans around the girl echoed.

"The same kind of goods as me? What kind of goods? Seducing men since childhood? Abortion? Drug use? Prostitution? Where is the evidence!" Roaring out the last three words, He Lele's eyes seemed to light up with white flames. "One by one, opening their mouths, they talk about things I've never done as if they saw them with their own eyes. One by one, 'heard' can 'hear' thousands of versions! Seducing men since childhood? If not thousands, there must have been hundreds, right? Stand one out and let me see!"

"Abortion? I've lived with this body for twenty-two years; how come I don't even know when I was pregnant? Drug use? Prostitution? Just have one person who saw it with their own eyes come out and confront me! Let me see if I was sleepwalking or if there is a second He Huan, He Lele in this world!"

"He Huan, because everyone said so, so I—" Cui Yaran looked guilty and ashamed.

"Yes, everyone said so. So I always thought it was my fault, that I accidentally did something that made everyone misunderstand. Until the day before the college entrance examination, I received a phone call. A phone call from a long-lost friend..." Looking at Cui Yaran, He Lele didn't know if it was anger, hatred, or pure disgust in her heart. "She let me know that everything was arranged by her behind the scenes, wanting me to enter the exam room with confusion about her purpose."

The whole venue gasped, including Cui Yaran.

Cui Yaran looked at He Lele in disbelief. "He Huan, I, I know you hate me, but—" Staring at He Lele with a trembling body, a few seconds later, Cui Yaran seemed to have made a decision, looking at the audience with a firm expression. "Yes, I did it. Those rumors were all lies, all fabricated and spread by me—"

"Angel Xiao Ya! You can't take the blame for this! She just wants to take revenge on you!"

"Everyone don't listen to He Lele's slander! My sister is Angel Xiao Ya's classmate. She told me personally that only Angel Xiao Ya was still speaking up for He Lele back then. The only disciplinary action Angel Xiao Ya had in her student years was because she fought for He Lele! He Lele! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Returning kindness with enmity!"

"Angel Xiao Ya is better than you in every way! What reason does she have to frame you!"

"If what you said is true, how could you still get into a key university?"

"Knowing Angel Xiao Ya is kind, you slander her in public! He Lele, can you be any more despicable?"

"How old was Angel Xiao Ya back then! Do you think we are all fools?"

"He Lele, get out of the voice actor circle!"

Fans in the audience stood up one after another, filled with righteous indignation. Cui Yaran on stage bit her lip, full of tears, looking at the fans gratefully and shaking her head, signaling them not to say any more. But her appearance of enduring humiliation made the fans feel even more distressed, staring at He Lele with extreme hatred.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the host looked anxiously at the prompt screen, but there was still no instruction. Director, producer, station manager! Are you going to manage it or not! If you don't manage it, I won't either!

Looking at the situation off-stage, which was almost one-sided, He Lele curled the corners of her mouth without a smile. She was mentally prepared; she knew that in dubbing, she was confident she could win against Cui Yaran, but in acting, she wasn't even as good as Cui Yaran's finger. Even if she produced evidence—could those things she collected really prove anything?

"Are you done speaking?" Shentu Mo's voice sounded again. "If you're done... then take a break for a while."

The studio lights went out instantly, and three huge electronic screens on the stage played the same image at the same time.

A prisoner in a prison uniform.

Voice-over: "Do you remember He Huan?"

Prisoner: "I, I remember."

"You were her PE teacher. Why did you choose to attack her when there were so many students in the class?"

"Because, because a student wrote a note telling me that she, she saw He Huan being... touched by the neighbor's uncle, and asked me what to do. I thought since He Huan had already been... molested, then I... I am a beast! I—"

"Who was the student who wrote the note?"

"I don't know, there was no signature."

The scene changed, and a middle-aged man was looking at a simulated portrait.