Ch. 348
Translator: SJade, Editor: Dj22031
Warning Content: Cyber Bullying
Lin Mumu had the experience of typing in her previous life, so she typed very fast and replied very fast.
She was too naive and thought that she could explain things clearly.
She almost replied to every malicious comment seriously.
For example, “Getting married in your freshman year is shameless.”
Lin Mumu replied to it sincerely: “According to the latest constitution of China, college students can get married. And I got married before I entered school. I was not a student at that time, so it was not wrong. What does this have to do with shame?”
For “It’s too shameless to hug each other in school.”
Lin Mumu replied: “Compared to the intimate interactions of various unmarried couples on the Love Lake, we just hugged each other, which is not shameless, right?”
Unfortunately, at this time, Lin Mumu seemed to feel that she had fallen into a quagmire. No matter how she said it or how she wanted to explain it clearly, she was sinking deeper and deeper.
Those who attacked her did not dare to reason with her at all, but would just keep picking words and misinterpreting.
Soon, little nuns, little fairies, little transparent, and many girls who supported Lin Mumu joined the forum dispute.
The purpose of these dozens of small accounts was to not distinguish right from wrong, but to make people angry.
For example, after attacking Lin Mumu, those small accounts attacked An Xiaoqin, saying that she was almost dragged into a hotel by a man to sleep, and she didn’t know whether she was a virgin, saying that she was so fierce because she was fu**ed by too many men.
What’s more, some people brought up An Xiaoqin’s former boyfriend, saying that she was beautiful but a poor thing, and that an ugly girl robbed her man, which was sad.
As for Chen Fangya, they used words like “a lovelorn girl”, “secretly in love with graduate student Lin Tianlang”, and “helping Lin Mumu because Lin Mumu was Lin Tianlang’s junior sister”.
They also said that Chen Fangya was a green tea girl, who deliberately flirted with Zhou Qiang, but refused to be his girlfriend.
Even more exaggerated people said that there were only two girls in the Department of Religion, Lin Mumu was taken, and Chen Fangya had a very good relationship with every boy, and even stayed overnight in the boys’ dormitory. It was said that she accompanied eight people in one night.
The ones targeting Liu Yuanyuan were even more extreme, saying that Liu Yuanyuan’s family was poor, and because Lin Mumu was rich, she clung to Lin Mumu’s thighs and followed Lin Mumu without any moral integrity.
Some people also said that Liu Yuanyuan had lost her face in order to make money, and was with a cripple all day long. It was unknown whether she had done any special services with the cripple.
The other party had investigated very clearly, exposing everyone’s weaknesses, then magnifying them, and adding many unrealistic and imaginative speculations.
For such things, no matter how they argued, they seemed to be forcibly labelled with various stigmas.
Lin Mumu could still tolerate being slandered, and could refute them seriously and rationally.
But seeing that the friends she cared about being targeted unbearably one by one, Lin Mumu could no longer bear it and struggled hard to make it clear.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t make it clear at all.
She made it clear, but the other party was unwilling to understand and would constantly distort it.
Lin Mumu didn’t have enough experience in such matters, and the more she said, the more mistakes she made. She was so angry that she almost vomited blood, and the other party was obviously only proud.
But this feeling was like a drowning person who would not give up struggling, even after falling into a swamp, she did not want to give up struggling.
Because besides struggling, she did not know what else she could do.
This feeling was terrible, but it was endless.
Lin Mumu bit her lip and tried to suppress the grievance in her heart. She did not even hear Yun Ting calling her. She was concentrating on typing as fast as the wind, sinking deeper and deeper.