In the afternoon, Mingyao was correcting test papers in the office. Other teachers were in the classroom, and the office was very quiet.
The phone vibrated rapidly. It was a call from Guan Qing.
Mingyao felt a little strange that Guan Qing suddenly called her because she had a cold and asked for leave today.
As soon as the connection was connected, Guan Qing's urgent voice came over, his tone was very serious, completely different from his usual cheerful demeanor.
"Mingyao, go take a look at the photos I sent you!"
Mingyao was confused, but she still opened the dialog box as she requested. As soon as the picture was loaded, Mingyao couldn't help but her eyes went dark.
"No...it's not like that...who took this...I didn't, didn't..." Mingyao's face turned pale and her lips trembled, The fingers holding the phone are a little weak.
Those photos were taken in the morning when she and the male student were in the infirmary, but what was different from the real situation was that the two people in the photos looked extremely ambiguous and close.
The two of them were very close, and neither of them showed their full faces. However, one was wearing a school uniform and the other was wearing casual clothes. At a glance, it was obvious that the two were teachers and students. Moreover, the boy was thin, with a frown on his face and an ugly face. He was half-leaning on the bed, as if he was being forced.
There were a few pictures that looked like two people kissing, and there was another picture that was taken somehow, where the woman's hand was just pressing on the boy's lower body. The photos taken are very suggestive. If Mingyao was not the person involved, he would have a bad association with such photos at first glance.
"Where did you see the photo?" Mingyao closed her eyes hard, trying to calm down.
"It seems that it was still posted on Tieba. The post has now been deleted, but the picture has been circulated..."
No matter how unintelligent Mingyao was, she knew that someone must have deliberately framed her in this matter, but she didn't understand who would have such a hatred for her and go to great lengths to spread rumors about her?
Another call came in on the phone. Mingyao glanced at it and saw that it was the director.
"Hello? Teacher Song, please come to the Academic Affairs Office now. I want to know something about something."
Mingyao knew it must be about the photos, so she trotted over anxiously.
After arriving at the office, Mingyao explained the morning's situation before he could speak, trying his best to prove his innocence.
The director seemed to have a fairly stable expression. They had all worked with Mingyao for many years and knew her character, so they naturally stood by her side. Moreover, this matter was indeed a bit outrageous.
The only strange thing is that the boy was picked up by his parents at noon, and he couldn't be contacted on the phone just now. Moreover, there was no surveillance in the infirmary, so there was no way to restore the situation at that time.
After coming out of the Academic Affairs Office, Mingyao calmed down and was no longer so panicked. She thought that it would be fine if the male classmate came to school the next day and clarified the situation.
However, the matter did not end there.
At seven o'clock in the evening, an account with hundreds of thousands of fans on the social platform posted these photos. Although the faces were coded, the movements and postures were very clear, which aroused people's imagination.
The topic of teachers and students has a strong gimmick. In addition, some time ago, a female student committed suicide after being sexually assaulted by a male teacher and leaving a suicide note. The public is now very sensitive to this topic.
As soon as it was released, it sparked a heated discussion. Within two hours, it had been retweeted over 10,000 times, and it was even on the hot search list.
Some people guessed which school this was based on the boys' school uniform styles, found their academic affairs website, and compared photos of in-service teachers one by one, trying to find out who the female teacher in the photo was, and some rushed to the school forum to post questions. Human flesh search, the situation is chaotic.
After two hours, the hot search was suddenly removed and the entries were deleted and cleared. But this matter has spread to various school teacher groups, parent groups, and even within the city...
***
"Teacher Song, the school's opinion is to let you take a break for a while, and then arrange for you to come back to class after the storm subsides."
The director sighed and regretfully informed Mingyao of the news.
Mingyao couldn't sleep all night, his face was pale and his body stood stiffly on the spot.
She spent most of her life on campus, simple and simple, and the bad things were nothing more than intrigues between colleagues.
She had never experienced anything like this before. Even though she had done nothing, her body was covered with dirty water overnight. Thousands of people reviled her, and it was even possible that she would never be able to wash it off.
For a moment, I even felt like my worldview had collapsed, I felt dizzy, my heart was so tight that I couldn't breathe.
The director sighed again and worried about her, what was going on.
"Teacher Song, actually I am doing this for your own good."
Mingyao nodded stiffly, she understood what he meant. Even if the school stops her classes, she may not have the courage to stand on the podium and lecture the students below.
"...I know, then I'll go back first..." When he reached the door, Mingyao asked again: "Director, has the male student been contacted?"
"Not yet, the phone can't be reached."
Mingyao felt some strength coming from her body. She was almost certain that someone had planned this matter, otherwise it would not have fermented so quickly in such a short period of time. Although she doesn't know who is the person who framed her behind her back, Mingyao's psychological pressure has eased a bit.
Slowly returning to the office, Guan Qing rushed towards her and hugged her tightly as soon as she entered the room. Tears flowed out, and she was choked and speechless. Seeing her feeling so sorry for herself, Mingyao felt warm in her heart. At least there was someone around her who believed in her unconditionally.
After packing a few things, Mingyao slowly walked out of the office building. It was now class time and almost no one was outside.
Mingyao looked back for the last time. She had always liked the profession of teaching. She had studied hard with this goal in school. After work, she also worked diligently and treated every student seriously. But now she looks like this - —
"Teacher Song!"
A girl's shout came from behind, and Mingyao suddenly stopped and looked back.
Yu Ying was standing by the window on the third floor, waving her hands vigorously at her. When she saw Mingyao turning around, she put her hands around her mouth. The girl who had always been shy shouted loudly:
"Teacher Song, I believe you——"
Afterwards, students kept running out of the classroom door, and familiar faces filled the window sill, shouting loudly:
"Teacher Song, we believe you——"
The sound shook the earth and echoed throughout the teaching building. Several other students from the class she taught also ran out. It was class time, but no teacher came out to stop them.
Mingyao had already burst into tears, covered her mouth and bowed deeply towards the teaching building.
Thank you for your trust.
