Cruel
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After being bullied and neglected, Minna finally changed.
She no longer liked to smile. She had become taciturn. She slowly lost the ability to speak and started to hide in the background.
On this day, during break time, Ji Yinbing met Minna in the toilet.
Minna, who had not spoken in school for a long time, suddenly had the desire to talk to someone when she saw Ji Yinbing.
She was as tall as Ji Yinbing and was thin. She told Ji Yinbing, "I might not be able to study anymore."
Ji Yinbing was not surprised.
Upon hearing this, she felt that it was expected.
She knew that Minna would definitely not be able to withstand so much damage and slander. Sooner or later, she would collapse. It all depended on which day it was.
Ji Yinbing looked up and turned to look at Minna. The girl’s face had lost its former dazzling confidence and beauty, and her eyes were lifeless.
This was not the gaze an 11-year-old child should have. An 11-year-old child’s eyes should be filled with brightness. They should be filled with curiosity and hope for this world, not resignation and despair.
"Don’t you think it’s unfair?" Ji Yinbing couldn’t help but ask softly.
Upon hearing this, self-deprecation appeared in Ming Na’s sad eyes. "Unfair? Of course I’m indignant! But what can I do if I’m indignant?" If she was unwilling to accept the result, could the school prove her innocence?
"In the eyes of the teachers and students, I’m a cheating student. In the eyes of my parents, I’ve disappointed them. In our country, other than getting married and having children or to be tools for others to vent their anger and desires, do we have any other use?"
Even though she was still young, Minna had already seen through the status of women in this country.
It was precisely because he had seen through it that she understood that struggling and resistance were hopeless.
Ji Yinbing lowered her head and looked at her feet in silence.
Then, she looked up with arrogance in her eyes and said, "If I were you, I wouldn’t resign myself to fate after being slandered. There are countless exams after that, and I will take first place in every test. I want to let everyone who looks down on me, doubts me, and slanders me see that so what if I’m a lowly commoner? So what if my family is foolish! Even if I was born a lowly commoner, even if my mother was a fool, I can still completely defeat everyone!"
"They’re all trash."
Ji Yinbing’s words shocked Minna.
After a moment of shock, Minna suddenly said in an envious tone, "You’re lucky to have met someone who’s willing to help you. But I’m not lucky..."
Ji Yinbing did not deny Yan Nuo’s help.
She said, "Don’t talk about giving up
Minna said nothing more.
It was unknown if she was inspired by Ji Yinbing’s words or if she was in a daze. The bell rang, and Ji Yinbing did not stay any longer and left the washroom. On the way back to the classroom, a large group of boys from the next class brushed past Ji Yinbing and walked into the washroom.
Ji Yinbing did not notice that. She turned into the corner and entered her classroom.
Even though she was in first place, her seat was still in the last row of the classroom.
She listened to a class seriously. After class, she was attempting some questions when she suddenly heard people discussing in front of her.
"Did you hear? That cheating ghost, Minna, was bullied by a group of people in the toilet!"
After Yinbing realized what had happened, she suddenly stood up and ran to the toilet. She saw the injured Minna lying on the ground, looking at the ceiling of the toilet. Her eyes were no longer bright.
As for the culprits, they were nowhere to be found.
She lay there like a porcelain doll. Although she was still complete, there were already cracks on her porcelain body.
This porcelain doll would never return to its original appearance.
Ji Yinbing was so shocked that she forgot what she was doing. For the first time, Ji Yinbing had the thought of killing someone.
But soon, the onlookers’ comments pulled her back to reality. Ji Yinbing quickly bent down to pick up Minna’s dress and put it on for her.
Ji Yinbing carried Minna and shouted at the boys and girls who were looking at her, "Move!"
As they mumbled, they unwillingly gave way, afraid that Ji Yinbing would touch them.
Ji Yinbing carried Minna to the infirmary.
The school doctor was only surprised to see Minna, but he quickly regained his composure. He seemed used to this phenomenon.
Ji Yinbing sat silently at the side. Seeing that the school doctor had casually wiped Minna upstairs, she decided not to deal with it. Ji Yinbing was a little angry. "Her body is torn. Aren’t you going to stitch her up?"
But the school doctor said, "It’ll be fine anyway."
Ji Yinbing suddenly stood up and found the surgical needle and thread. Under the school doctor’s frightened gaze, she tried her best to repair Minna’s torn wound. After that, she said to the school doctor, "If you were a woman, you would know how cruel your actions were just now."
The school doctor did not say anything.
Ji Yinbing sat aside and waited for Minna to wake up.
The school doctor also sat silently behind his desk. The day was very hot, and he kept fanning himself with his book.
Ji Yinbing suddenly asked, "This isn’t the first time you’ve seen something like this, right?"
The school doctor looked at her lazily.
This was a tacit agreement.
Ji Yinbing’s heart was bleeding. Her eyes were a little red. She covered her face with her hand and said softly, "She’s only eleven years old..." Her mother said that in China, most eleven-year-old girls were babies that their parents doted on.
However, Minna and the other girls were suffering the cruelest humiliation in the world.
They were both children, so why was the difference so big?
The school doctor might have found her annoying, so he got up and left the lounge.
Minna slept for a long time before waking.
When she woke up, this thin little girl stared at the ceiling and was in a daze for a long time. Just as Ji Yinbing thought that she was going to be a mute, the little girl suddenly said, "It hurts..."
Upon hearing this, Ji Yinbing turned her head away in pain, not daring to look at Ming Na’s face.
Minna’s voice came softly from the waiting room.
"They... they’re demons. They deserve to die."
Ji Yinbing asked her, "Where do you live? I’ll send you back."
Minna said, "My house is near Dajawea."
Ji Yinbing was not surprised.
Minna’s family situation was not good. Even though she was not a pariah, her family had no money, and she had a few siblings. They could only raise her in a small house near the slums of Dajawea.
"I’ll send you back."
Minna’s wound was very painful, so Ji Yinbing helped her home.
Her father was different from Ji Yinbing’s father. Minna’s father doted on his children very much. He was a rare man who was not sexist. Ji Yinbing called her uncle, and Minna’s father warmly invited her into the house.. Ji Yinbing said, "I’m from the Dalit."