hsntnovel Chapter 94 Are you going to side with them too?
Chapter 94 Are you going to side with them too?
Jiang Xingni looked in the direction of the illusion.
It's also not far from the restroom.
The point of focus was precisely in the direction the teacher had left.
Zhao Henshan was pushed into a corner by a group of people.
In a daze, Jiang Xingni could even hear the bustling sounds of the crowd at that moment.
Zhao Henshan curled up into a ball, his body trembling slightly, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.
In the hallucination, snowflakes were falling outside the window, the window was frozen shut, and ice was spreading upwards along the cracks in the window frame.
This area happens to be in a shaded place, so the ice doesn't melt except in the spring.
Several people tried to open the window, but it was all in vain.
"Forget it, there's no need for her..." Someone's words rang in Jiang Xingni's ears.
Then another group of people came over and splashed water on Zhao Henshan.
—She started shaking even more violently.
I don't know if it was because of fear or because of the cold.
It's important to know that the winter temperature in Tuhe can reach below -20 degrees Celsius, almost -30 degrees Celsius.
They originally wanted to open the window.
Jiang Xingni was well aware of this matter.
However, the windows were frozen solid, and if they wanted to open them, they could only use a hairdryer to melt the ice, and the short break between classes didn't give them that much time—
That's why all of this was put on hold.
The people around were wearing thick down jackets, and even those who hadn't stayed long had their fingers frozen red.
Only Zhao Henshan was there. She was hugging herself, wearing only a thin coat, which clung to her body wetly after being splashed with water.
Her head was bowed, her lips were pale, even bluish, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.
Just then, she heard a sound.
Jiang Xingni crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, watching the teacher who had clearly been standing at the corner for a long time.
But she only came out at this moment, her gaze lingering briefly on Zhao Henshan for a while before calmly looking away.
Zhao Henshan, who had been keeping his head down and remaining silent, suddenly looked up when he heard her footsteps. She had never reacted to any pushing or insults, not even when dirty water was splashed on her or the biting cold wind from outside the window blew through the thin glass—
She was only trembling slightly due to a physiological reaction, not because of fear or anxiety.
Rather, the long-term bullying had long since worn away all of these emotions in her.
But the moment she saw her teacher, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She didn't say a word, but everyone could read the obvious expectation and plea for help in her eyes.
Not to mention the teacher who was the one seeking help.
But she simply turned her head indifferently and reprimanded them lightly, "What are you all doing gathered here? Don't you know how many days are left until the college entrance exam?"
"And you, Zhao Henshan, instead of studying properly, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Henshan tilted her head blankly, not even understanding the logic behind the teacher's words.
Is it because she doesn't want to study hard?
Is this what she wants to do?
She clearly wanted to study hard, but they forcibly dragged her off her seat, brought her here, and smeared her with dirty water.
Her notes, the exercise books she scrimped and saved to buy, no matter how much Zhao Henshan cherished them, were ultimately just a book, a product of a pile of paper.
It was torn apart so easily that nothing remained, turning into fragments that scattered with the wind.
And now, the teacher is still saying, "Why don't you study hard?"
Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes.
Even if what's in front of you is just an illusion, not a real scene.
But she could still sense Zhao Henshan's hatred and confusion.
She wanted to hate, she wanted to resent, but at this moment, Zhao Henshan couldn't even find someone to hate.
Hate Mountain.
At this moment, she vaguely realized her name and why her mother had named her "Hate Mountain".
Because the mother couldn't find anyone to resent, she could only resent the mountains that had raised her.
Zhao Henshan has no one to blame but himself, so he can only vent his hatred on the mountain.
The name "Zhao Henshan" is also the starting point of everything, and the beginning of her nightmare.
She slowly lowered her head, resting her face on her knees, and could hear that familiar voice fading into the distance.
And all the sounds around us gradually became faint and indistinct.
The scene before Jiang Xing's eyes vanished in an instant.
She watched this scene calmly.
So that's how it is. Although it's unclear whether the scene at this moment or the scene seen in the bathroom came earlier, there's still quite a bit of time between when Zhao Henshan actually died.
Zhao Henshan is now filled with resentment and bitterness, but he has no way to vent it. He doesn't know who to hate or who to blame.
As Zhao Henshan lay dying, she was a warrior of pure hatred.
Hate the bullies and chose to be themselves.
Those who hate bystanders choose to remain indifferent.
I hate that the teachers ignore me.
She resented that the school leaders didn't care about her life or death—that of an ordinary student.
Jiang Xingni turned his head away, no longer looking at the location of the illusion.
In the nearby classrooms, one could hear the sounds of students reading aloud and teachers giving instructions.
After the teacher, whose name was unknown, left, the only sound in the empty corridor was Jiang Xingni's footsteps.
She said, "I have no interest in peeking into your pain."
Jiang Xingni said calmly.
"They're all dead, aren't they?" she asked bluntly.
No one answered, but that was the best answer.
Zhao Henshan did not appear, and Jiang Xingni continued to wait as he walked.
"How many people have you killed?" Jiang Xingni continued. "In the past six years."
As if her privacy had been violated, Zhao Henshan appeared before her eyes, still at an extremely close distance, forehead to forehead with Jiang Xingni.
Just like what Jiang Xingni had just seen, the girl's face was still pale, but the expression in her eyes had changed from helplessness and confusion to sharp anger and resentment.
"So what?" Zhao Henshan screamed. "They all deserve to die! Every single one of them, everyone who ignored me, deserves to die! What did I do wrong? They've always been the ones in the wrong!"
Then she cupped Jiang Xingni's face in her hands and smiled, "You want to stand on their side too, Xing, Xing?"
Zhao Henshan addressed her by the nickname "Xingxing" in a sticky, affectionate tone.
"I know what you want me to become, what Su Yanzhi and I will become."
"You want to tell us that you have your reasons, that you are a victim, and that if it weren't for these bullies, if it weren't for these indifferent bystanders, you wouldn't be in this state now."
Jiang Xingni asked again, "But now I only want to know one question: Zhao Henshan, in these six years, how many people have you killed in the name of revenge?"
Zhao Henshan stopped talking.