Mu Xiaoxiao was so generous...it made her feel very small.
How could he compare to Mu Xiaoxiao like this
Where can it compare
It's simply not comparable...
Zhao Xiaolu felt a sense of inferiority in her heart.
She took a deep breath.
Various comments came from his ears, all of which were detrimental to Mu Xiaoxiao.
But Mu Xiaoxiao, standing in front of her, seemed to turn a deaf ear to those remarks.
How good of a mentality do you have to have to do this
The roommate hooked her arm to cheer her up, "Xiaolu, don't be afraid, I absolutely believe in you, and I will help you. It's your thing, and you must not let others take it away!"
Zhao Xiaolu looked at her roommate, paused and said, "Thank you Xia Ran, you are right. Things that belong to you should not be taken away by others. Anyone who takes away other people's things is hateful."
The roommate agreed, "Yes!"
Zhao Xiaolu reached out to her and said, "Give me the notebook first."
The roommate put the notebook in her hand.
Zhao Xiaolu looked down at the book, her eyes moving.
"I'm sorry. In fact, I was wrong. I originally thought that I was right. You had misunderstood me all along. I never said personally that these paintings were painted by me. From beginning to end, it was you who said these paintings were... I drew it."
Hearing this, the roommate was stunned.
A small number of people next to the two of them also heard it and were stunned.
The roommate asked, "Xiaolu... what do you mean?"
Zhao Xiaolu showed a self-deprecating smile, "But, although I didn't admit it, I didn't deny it either! I let you say it, and I am the culprit for letting things develop like this."
"Xiaolu..." The roommate understood and showed an unbelievable expression.
Zhao Xiaolu mustered up her courage and looked around at the people present.
Some people already understood what she meant and looked at her mockingly, ready to abuse her.
Although she was a little panicked and scared, she tried to calm herself down. She... couldn't escape anymore.
Zhao Xiaolu took a deep breath, handed the notebook to Mu Xiaoxiao, and said with a slightly choked voice, "This notebook is indeed Mu Xiaoxiao! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you now, I'm sorry!"
She was sorry for having such malicious thoughts about destroying the notebook and destroying the evidence.
Fortunately, her conscience did not let her do this in the end.
Fortunately, she finally woke up.
She has done so many things wrong, and finally she wants to be good for once.
In front of Mu Xiaoxiao like this, she wanted to be a good person so that she wouldn't look so embarrassed.
If she continues to make mistakes, or even lies and says that the book is hers, then she will look down on herself.
If the last conscience is lost, it will never be found again.
She didn't want to become like that.
She couldn't even compare to Mu Xiaoxiao, and she didn't want to be lower than the dust and become a hateful person.
Taking the wrong path is just a matter of a thought.
Even though she was afraid that she would bear the disdainful looks from her classmates in the future, she didn't want to make the same mistake again and again at this moment, leaving her with an irreversible final conscience.
Zhao Xiaolu shed tears.
She didn't cry on purpose to gain sympathy.
She just cried for herself.
"I'm sorry Mu Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
She didn't know what to say except sorry.
She couldn't put herself in Mu Xiaoxiao's shoes, how would she bear the irritating remarks on the forum.
(End of chapter)