Reborn As Lucky Star-Chapter 871: After modification - Photo

The title of this post is sensational and truly embodies clickbait.

"Shocking! Why is the school’s atmosphere deteriorating? A certain freshman caught meeting multiple men privately"

The cover photo features Yue Qingqing and Zhong Quan.

Under the dim sky, the two appeared very intimate under the Hexagon Pavilion.

From the angle of the photo, it looked like lovers whispering.

There wasn’t just one photo, there were also pictures of Yue Qingqing with Ya Yihong and other boys from the class.

There was even one that looked particularly familiar.

The short-haired back profile seemed to be hugging Yue Qingqing intimately.

Mi Shu happened to be standing behind Pan Muling, and upon looking over, her face froze.

"Isn’t that Xiaozhu and Qingqing’s photo?"

She raised her voice, calling everyone over.

Lu Zhu stared at the screen expressionlessly, realizing that from the back, she completely did not resemble a girl.

Especially since she was wearing military training clothes, she looked even more like a handsome boy.

Yue Qingqing looked at the photos one by one, her brows slightly furrowed.

Pan Muling’s hand shook and almost closed the post, "Who is fabricating these rumors? It’s all nonsense!"

Lately, Yue Qingqing had been serving as the class instructor, often guiding the students’ movements.

The photographer clearly had bad intentions, purposely choosing ambiguous angles. People who didn’t know the truth would certainly misunderstand.

Yue Qingqing gently patted Pan Muling’s shoulder, "Keep scrolling. I want to see more."

Pan Muling swallowed hard, only feeling her heartbeat quicken.

Each picture in the post was accompanied by a mocking comment.

Things like midnight rendezvous, intimate flirting.

The post depicted Yue Qingqing as a promiscuous woman who used her beauty to toy with others.

There were even pictures with Instructor Zhang Ming.

From the photos, it was still dark, and only two vague shadows could be seen.

"Damn! This person really went to great lengths, taking photos this early."

Mi Shu couldn’t help but curse.

In other words—

How malicious and hateful must that person be to trap Yue Qingqing in a situation she can never escape?

The most effective way to defame a woman is to label her as a slut.

This way, both men and women would avoid her, not daring to get close.

Especially since the person had so many photos.

"Qingqing..." Pan Muling’s voice was dry, "Maybe we should stop looking."

"It’s okay, keep going."

Yue Qingqing wanted to see what the complete post said.

But the others exchanged glances, feeling somewhat reluctant.

It’s obvious this post was meant to slander, what good words could it have?

Seeing that Pan Muling didn’t move, Yue Qingqing apologized before leaning forward and placing her finger on the mouse, slowly scrolling.

And then she saw a photo with Jiang Jingze.

Lately, Jiang Jingze had been busy with his startup and didn’t live on campus, always very occupied.

To keep him at ease, Yue Qingqing hadn’t told him about the things that happened during military training.

But Jiang Jingze had specially returned to school for the parade ceremony.

Seeing his girl walk by as a leader from the podium.

Standing tall like a poplar tree, stretching out under the sun, looking exceptionally spirited and beautiful.

Afterwards, when Yue Qingqing saw Jiang Jingze, she couldn’t resist walking to his side but was too shy to show any affection in front of everyone.

It was Jiang Jingze who reached out to touch Yue Qingqing’s cheek, his eyes full of smiles.

The photographer captured exactly this moment.

The two stood together, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, their affection flowing like wine, making one feel slightly intoxicated.

The premise is—

If not for those previous photos.

And now, in such a maliciously crafted post, using various literary devices to depict Yue Qingqing’s chaotic private life, this photo suddenly appears.

It only makes people sneer.

What a shameless woman.

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