Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 252: The Girl’s Psychological Trauma

Song Anjing was even more curious: "...Really? What kind of lousy textbook? Let me see who the lousy author is?"

Qin Xin remained silent.

But the place Qin Xin’s finger was pressing, was right on the author’s name: Feng Liang.

Song Anjing’s eyes widened, and her expression suddenly became a bit complicated.

Somewhat embarrassed and awkward: "So it’s that old man..."

Xiangxiang was curious: "Which old man?"

Song Anjing bit her lip, her expression becoming even more nuanced, hesitant to speak: "Anyway, he really is a lousy person."

Xiangxiang could hardly believe it: "No way? The textbooks Young Master Jue sent over should be compiled by very famous teachers... Is there a mistake?"

Song Anjing was silent for a moment.

As if struggling with something, she finally mustered the courage, pointing to the two people standing by the flower bed at the cafeteria entrance: "That’s him, even if he turned to ashes, I wouldn’t mistake him. Forget it, you are all good sisters to me, so I might as well tell the truth. That old man really has wandering hands! At the beginning of the semester, he substituted in our Pharmacy College, and because of my poor grades, I often had to stay back in his office to correct papers. Then once..."

That time.

In an empty office.

Feng Liang first tentatively patted Song Anjing’s shoulder.

Then he slid his hand down from her shoulder to squeeze her waist.

Song Anjing thought he had accidentally touched her and, out of respect, pretended not to see, just moved her seat a bit.

Who knew he would become more aggressive, and eventually, outrageously put his hand...

Song Anjing had never encountered such a situation, she was scared stiff.

The next second, she wanted to resist but found that her whole body couldn’t move at all—in a highly tense environment, a person’s body can experience temporary rigidity—this was a fact she only learned later after flipping through textbooks!

She was stiff for a full minute.

What happened in that minute, she had almost forgotten—or rather, it was a self-protective mechanism of her memory, so she was unwilling to recall that embarrassing memory.

She was fortunate enough, later, someone suddenly returned to the office and knocked on the door, so Feng Liang dared not go too far, and she managed to escape.

Since then, she had dared not go to the office alone!

Even more, she dared not stay back to correct papers!

Even if Feng Liang gave her test papers zero marks, she refused to go to the office to correct them!

Xiangxiang stared with innocent big eyes: "Are there such people in the Medical College? In my mindset, I thought they were all kind white-robed angels..."

Listening to Song Anjing’s confession, Qin Xin’s eyes deepened: "This isn’t a problem with doctors; there’s a certain probability of encountering scum in any profession. Hospitals, schools... even your relatives, there’s this chance. It’s not easy being a girl; you all must protect yourselves well."

Song Anjing’s eyes reddened, she tightly held the milk bottle in her hand: "Xinxin, I’ve been holding this grievance for so long, today I finally dared to say it... Do you know why I’ve always loved drinking milk? It’s because after that event, I went back to the dormitory and threw up terribly, couldn’t eat for days, felt nauseous whenever I saw men, and could only get by drinking milk. Later, when I saw elderly men on the street, I would get nervous, so I have to carry milk with me to somewhat calm down and not be so timid..."

Xiangxiang was almost in tears upon hearing this: "So that’s how it is... That Feng Liang is truly a monster, giving you such a psychological shadow..."

Qin Xin held Song Anjing’s icy cold hand: "You’ve already done very well, daring to reject him, avoid him, and being able to speak out is a kind of courage."

Song Anjing bit her lip: "Xinxin, it’s a shame it’s so hard to get justice for such things! This grievance can only be swallowed."

Qin Xin glanced at Feng Liang’s disappearing figure at the cafeteria door, her eyes showing a trace of resolute determination: "Believe me, you won’t suffer this grievance in vain!"

The justice that the mundane world cannot give you, will be delivered in another way!