novelsite Chapter 114 Come Over
Chapter 114 Come Over
Zhao Henshan couldn't hear what Jiang Xingni was thinking in her heart; she just kept repeating it over and over again.
"Am I not miserable enough? Is that why you all chose Ji Shanqing?"
Zhao Henshan didn't understand.
Not only Jiang Xingni, but also the strange creature that gave Zhao Henshan these powers made the same choice.
That "Three Good Student" badge.
The focus shifted from Zhao Henshan to Ji Shanqing.
Now, Jiang Xingni, whom she had chosen and whom she believed would stand by her side, also wanted to kill her and raised his knife against her.
Zhao Henshan didn't understand.
Why didn't anyone choose her? Why did everyone side with Ji Shanqing?
Jiang Xingni made a "stop" gesture.
"First of all, I want to make it clear to you that I am not on Ji Shanqing's side."
Although Jiang Xingni felt that her statement would not have much effect, she still had to say it.
Even though she hadn't opened her phone to see the scenes on the forum, she could imagine what the scenes in the comic would be like.
Regardless of the number of people, there will definitely be some who ship her and Ji Shanqing.
Even though it was Jiang Xingni and Ji Shanqing's first real meeting.
The person who made the promise with Ji Shanqing was Xiao Jiming, not her.
"I have no reason to fight for Ji Shanqing," Jiang Xingni said calmly. "So, don't act as if I chose to kill you because of Ji Shanqing."
Then, Zhao Henshan raised his eyes, looking at Jiang Xingni with almost blankness: "Then why, why did you want to kill me—? Don't you know that after I die, the badge has already chosen Ji Shanqing, and after I die, Ji Shanqing will completely control this school?"
"Because her grandmother has been looking for her, and I promised Grandma Ji that I would let the two of them meet, even if they don't recognize each other," Jiang Xingni said.
She pointed to the words "granddaughter" on the school's outer wall that had been written, erased, and rewritten repeatedly.
She told Zhao Henshan that because of her resentment, she had no idea that her children had died at the Fourth Middle School.
She told Zhao Henshan about those who had died but missed their loved ones, yet had been unable to leave the school for years.
Filled with hope and longing for the future, they fell before anything even began. Their lives hadn't even started; they had just reached the beginning when everything ended. No one cared about their lives or deaths, and no one knew they existed.
"Isn't it because I'm not as pitiful as them?!" Zhao Henshan's expression turned venomous.
"You've been saying all this over and over again, but aren't you just saying that they—those who died because of me—were even worse off than me, so I should die to atone for their sins?"
"If I were suffering even more than them, would you stand on my side?" Zhao Henshan asked in a low voice.
Her voice was barely audible, but fortunately, Jiang Xingni was now a superhuman, so even the softest whisper seemed to ring in her ears.
She asked, "If I'm pitiful enough, will someone feel sorry for me and love me?"
—What's the logic behind this?
Jiang Xingni rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
She took out the dagger expecting a major battle with Zhao Henshan, but Jiang Xingni never imagined that she would first have to talk Zhao Henshan into a conversation, comforting and enlightening a non-human who had been dead for six years.
However, it's not surprising.
After all, she died at a young age, and based on Jiang Xingni's analysis of her family situation, it is estimated that Zhao Henshan himself did not receive much love in his family.
She is different from Ji Shanqing.
During this period of contemplation, Zhao Henshan began to pour out his heart.
Two lines of bloody tears streamed down her face as she cried silently, her eyes fixed on Jiang Xingni.
"I was raped by that teacher," Zhao Henshan said softly. "I was beaten by them in the toilet."
—That teacher.
Which teacher?
Jiang Xingni's pupils contracted slightly. Could it be that female teacher?
Jiang Xingni initially wanted to deny it, but now she was starting to have doubts.
"She said she would love me, that she would become my mother," Zhao Henshan said wistfully. "But she lied to me."
"I've been trying really hard to be the good child she wants me to be."
"I also want to study hard, and I also want to get into something—what did she mean by a good university?"
"But she lied to me, she doesn't love me." Zhao Henshan's tears of blood grew thicker and thicker. At first, they dripped onto the ground, but eventually they turned into a stream of blood, pooling on the ground.
How can a person have so much hatred?
How can people gather so much blood?
"She was blind to my suffering, and they were all blind to my suffering."
"I was a boarding student in high school." Zhao Henshan suddenly fell silent. "It takes an hour to get back to my birth mother's place, and I can only go back once a week."
"Of course she didn't care about my pain. She would just look at me with that cold gaze and say, 'Why can't you just not come back?' She didn't love me either."
"I only met that man for the first time after I died... Ah, I forgot his name, but anyway, he was Tan Shu's father, the man some people say was my biological father."
"He came to the school to settle scores because his daughter died there. He cried terribly when he saw her body."
Zhao Henshan tilted his head, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.
"Do you think that when he cried for Tan Shu, he knew that among those corpses was one of his daughters?"
"I don't know, but I killed him, I killed my mother, I killed that teacher, I killed all those teachers."
Jiang Xingnian gripped the knife in his hand tightly.
"You know Ji Shanqing hates you, right?" Jiang Xingni took a step closer and asked her a question he already had the answer to.
"Of course I know," Zhao Henshan said.
"She hates me, but how could I not hate her too?"
Why is it that Ji Shanqing has so much love from so many people, even though we are all human? Why is it that after her existence was erased by death, her grandmother still tirelessly works for her?
Ji Shanqing kept asking Jiang Xingni how lucky she was, but Zhao Henshan also wanted to ask, why was Ji Shanqing so lucky?
"Come here," Jiang Xingni suddenly said.
She tucked the dagger into her sleeve and opened her arms to Zhao Henshan.
"Come here," she repeated.
—So Zhao Henshan, regardless of whether Jiang Xingni intended to kill her or not, pounced into Jiang Xingni's arms like a fledgling bird.
Jiang Xingni sighed.
She tightened her embrace, the tip of the dagger pressed precisely against Zhao Henshan's back of the heart.