Jing University School of Communication.
Qiao Yuxian came out of the dormitory and took Zhao Meng to the freshman communication department.
Following the directions, she accurately found the classroom and waited outside.
As soon as the class bell rang, the teacher left.
Qiao Yuxian entered the classroom from the front door and casually closed it.
The moment she stepped in, she immediately drew attention.
First, because she was strikingly beautiful, and second, because her recent buzz was too high.
Originally, when class ended, many people were preparing to pack up and leave, but seeing her, they all sat back down.
Only a few stragglers left, and Qiao Yuxian, together with Zhao Meng standing by the back door, did not stop them.
The classroom was filled with voices of discussion, and faintly, a few curses could be heard.
There were also plenty of faces showing disgust and disdain.
Moreover, many people had already picked up their phones to film her.
Qiao Yuxian walked up to the podium, calm and composed. She turned on the microphone, swept her gaze across the room, and gently said, "I’m taking five minutes of your time."
The classroom fell silent.
A male student suddenly shouted, "Senior, did you fall for a guy in our department? There’s no shortage of rich people here."
After he shouted, a burst of mocking laughter came from the class, both male and female.
The large classroom, with over a hundred people in it, looked genuinely oppressive from the podium.
Qiao Yuxian’s expression was calm, her tone light. She simply curved her lips slightly, speaking as she plugged in a USB drive, "Junior, trouble comes from the mouth. Adults must take responsibility for their words and actions."
The talking male student scoffed nonchalantly.
Qiao Yuxian opened the USB and found a piece of surveillance footage: "There have been a lot of posts about me on the forum recently. We are all journalism students, so you’ve probably all seen them, right?"
As she spoke, she played the surveillance: "This is the hallway surveillance from the Foreign Language Department building. It’s also the footage from the day Jiang Shouzhuo gave me a gift, there’s a date on it, you should all be able to see it clearly."
On the electronic board, the surveillance clearly showed the entire process of Jiang Shouzhuo going to see Qiao Yuxian.
He entered the classroom, followed Qiao Yuxian out, and finally, the two of them walked to the end of the hallway to talk.
They always maintained a proper distance, with Qiao Yuxian consistently keeping a polite detachment.
And the footage clearly showed Qiao Yuxian not accepting any gift and Jiang Shouzhuo throwing the roses in the trash after Qiao Yuxian left.
After the surveillance finished playing, the classroom was silent, and everyone’s expressions became more normal.
Qiao Yuxian’s gaze swept over a certain male student’s face: "I think I don’t need to explain more about Jiang Shouzhuo. He pursued me, I rejected him, didn’t accept the gift, it’s that simple."
She opened photos of Meng Yan and Shang Chen opening car doors for her.
"These photos are quite funny," Qiao Yuxian said, "It’s not like they’re indecent photos, how did they become evidence of my improper conduct? Are they bed photos? Did I hold their hands? Or hug them? Just because they picked me up and dropped me off? Everyone’s imagination is too wild."
She said with a slight smile, her voice gentle yet oppressive: "Does slandering and spreading rumors, making a girl sound so dirty and despicable, really make everyone feel excited and accomplished? Of course, I’m not targeting everyone here, I’m targeting those mindlessly following and spreading rumors."
"If the senior is not targeting us, then why only come to our department?" someone immediately questioned.
Qiao Yuxian looked at her and replied, "Because the original post came from someone here."
The male student whom Qiao Yuxian had seemingly glanced at earlier suddenly clenched his fingers under the desk.
The classroom started buzzing, with people looking around to see who it was.
Qiao Yuxian took out her phone, tapped a few times, and sent the male student a message. The content was the same as what she said out loud: "Don’t have any illusions, I’m not threatening you, I really know who you are."
It was a silent message, even if the phone was on sound, it wouldn’t make any noise.
"Who received the message?" Qiao Yuxian said with a smile.
Everyone instinctively checked their phones, all puzzled and curious. Only the boy sitting in the corner turned pale, his limbs turning cold and stiff.
He looked at the continuously rolling words on his phone, a screen he couldn’t close, and instinctively wanted to leave the classroom.
Qiao Yuxian didn’t look at him, focused on her phone, saying: "Don’t move. Do you see that cool girl at the back door?"
Everyone looked at the back door.
Zhao Meng, with short hair and dressed in men’s sportswear, stood leaning against the door with her arms crossed, staring coldly into the classroom.
Instantly, there were many fans in the room murmuring about how cool Zhao Meng was.