The night before the promotion competition, after Jiang Yu's rehearsal was over, he went to the bathroom alone to take a hot shower.
When she returned to the storage room, she took the cloth pocket on the shelf, but unexpectedly found that the old pair of pointe shoes in the cloth pocket had been cut into two pieces!
She poured out the shoes in amazement, and sure enough, both shoes were cut!
Every cabinet in the storage room is locked. Jiang Yu usually puts valuables such as mobile phones in the locked cabinets.
Like sweaty dancing shoes and clothes, they are hung on special public hooks, because no one will steal such things.
She looked at the pair of pointe shoes on the ground that had been worn for more than half a year, and suddenly, anger welled up in her heart.
These shoes were obviously twisted with scissors, and they were twisted in a hurry. The left shoe was not even twisted, and the shoe body was still implicated...
Obviously, out of fear of being discovered, he hastily fled the scene.
This kind of thing happened in the past. With Jiang Yu's weak personality, he definitely didn't want to cause trouble. He probably knocked down his teeth and swallowed blood.
That's why they dared to bully her so recklessly, that's why she didn't dare to say a word.
Jiang Yu never wanted to let them handle it like this again!
She angrily walked to the dance classroom, and it happened that Wu Silin and the girls came out laughing and talking.
Jiang Yu threw the broken shoes directly on Wu Silin: "You did a good job!"
Wu Silin took a step back in fright, looking at the pair of dancing shoes that had been cut off on the ground, her eyes widened: "You... what do you mean!"
"Dare you say you didn't cut it?"
Jiang Yu aggressively asked: "I'm going to play tomorrow. At this time, I broke my shoes and prevented me from going on stage. Are you satisfied?"
"I... "
Wu Silin looked at the broken shoes and denied it: "I don't have it, it's not me! I don't have it!"
"Jiang Yu, have you misunderstood Silin?" A girl stood up to smooth things out: "Silin wouldn't do such a thing."
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"Yeah, don't talk nonsense without evidence, be careful to sue you for defamation."
Jiang Yu naturally had a plan. She took Wu Silin's hand and said, "In that case, let's go to the monitoring room to adjust the video together."
Wu Silin breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her talk about the surveillance.
She had checked it before, and there was no surveillance in the storage room, and it was impossible to monitor it, because it involved issues of personal privacy.
It would be strange for Jiang Yu to find out.
Wu Silin followed Jiang Yu to the monitoring room confidently, and a group of students who were watching the fun also followed.
"Jiang Yu, I warn you, if you can't find anything, I want you to apologize to me in public!"
Jiang Yu said coldly, "Okay."
A group of people came to the monitoring room, and even Lin Quwen, the head of the art class, was invited over.
Just as Wu Silin thought, the security guard in the monitoring room told them: "Is there a storage room? There is no monitoring in the storage room."
Wu Silin looked at Jiang Yu with a sneer: "How is it?"
Jiang Yu pointed to a monitoring square screen on the computer and said, "I checked it. It's right at the corner of the door of the storage room. There is surveillance. It just happens to be able to capture someone entering the storage room. Monitor it out."
Wu Silin's face changed, and she immediately said, "So many people have entered the storage room, are they all the ones who broke your shoes!"
Of course Jiang Yu expected that she would say this, and the corner of her mouth was raised: "Of course the murderer would not choose to commit the crime when someone is there."
"You... what do you mean."
"I changed my shoes and went to take a shower, which was about four-thirty to five in the afternoon."
Jiang Yu's eyes were fixed on Wu Silin: "The bathroom is next to the storage room. I can hear it clearly. When I was taking a shower, only one or two people came in the storage room. So, as long as you call up the monitoring during this time period, It is clear at a glance whether you are among them."
Wu Silin's face became extremely pale.
Teacher Lin Quwen realized the seriousness of the incident, and said to the security guard in charge of monitoring: "Take a look at the surveillance video."
The security immediately operated the computer and adjusted the monitoring at the corner to the time period from 4:30 to 5:00.
Sure enough, a quarter of an hour after Jiang Yu entered the storage room, Wu Silin sneaked in, stayed for a few minutes, and then came out.
After she left, until Jiang Yu came out of the storage room with the broken shoes, no students ever entered the storage room during this period of time.
Only a cleaning aunt in work clothes went in with a mop and cleaned it.
The "murderer" who committed the crime is obvious.
The students looked at Wu Silin with complicated expressions.
Although they hated Jiang Yu, no one would engage in such despicable tricks.
Wu Silin, who considers herself a lady on weekdays, would actually do such a thing.
Jiang Yu is going to perform on stage tomorrow, she cut her dancing shoes, which is... too much!
Lin Quwen looked at Wu Silin and said solemnly, "Student Wu Silin, what else do you have to say!"
"Not me... not me!"
Wu Silin shook her head frantically, her face flushed with anxiety: "It's really not me, I didn't cut her shoes!"
"Then why did you come out after staying in the storage room for less than three minutes?" Lin Quwen asked angrily, "What are you doing in there?!"
Wu Silin burst into tears: "I... I want to cut her shoes, but not the old ones! I want to cut the vci pair... She locked the vci shoes, I can't fight Open the closet. I saw this old pair of shoes, but I... didn't touch them at all!"
Of course, Lin Quwen would not believe her words, but felt that she was arguing and said disappointedly: "If you behave like this, there is no way for the Lingque Art Class to keep you. Let your parents handle the withdrawal procedures tomorrow."
"Mr. Lin! It's really not me! It's really... not me! I just want to break her vci shoes, these old shoes, I didn't even see them! I feel dirty when I touch them! I... .. "
"Shut up."
Lin Quwen was completely irritated by her words: "Only you and Aunt Baojie have gone in, not you, could it be Aunt Baojie?"
"It's not really me!"
"You leave now, and never step into the door of Lingque!"
Under the disdainful eyes of her classmates, Wu Silin ran out of the monitoring room crying.
People have to pay the price for what they do. Once again, Jiang Yu will not make those who hurt him feel better.
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Wu Silin was persuaded to quit. Although she was happy, it didn't last long.
Her pointe shoes were broken and she was going to race tomorrow, now where was she going to buy a new pair of shoes that fit her feet.
Walking out of the monitoring room, Lin Quwen asked Jiang Yu, "Do you have spare shoes at home?"
She gritted her teeth and shook her head.
It took her a long time to buy this pair of shoes alone. She sewed them up and wore them for more than half a year.
Lin Quwen's hand fell on her shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, the teacher will find a way. It's definitely not realistic to buy new shoes now. The teacher can help you borrow a pair from a classmate of the right size."
Jiang Yu knows that ballet shoes are very important personal items for every dancer.
The teacher came forward to help her borrow it. Although the girl who was borrowed wouldn't say anything on the surface, she definitely didn't want to do it in private.
Is there a better way.
Jiang Yu thought of the desolate and desolate figure of the young man in his mind, and thought of the pair of expensive vci dancing shoes.
Tomorrow's stage is an opportunity she finally won... She must not let it go.
Jiang Yu was silent for a moment, then bowed deeply to Lin Quwen, and said, "Mr. Lin, I still have a pair of shoes that I remember. I don't need to trouble you to borrow them from my classmates. Thank you."
Hearing this, Lin Quwen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, go back to rest early, recharge your batteries, and come on tomorrow!"
"Um."
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The street was cold and windy, Jiang Yu stood for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Qiu Li.
There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and the boy's lazy voice sounded: "Miss me, little swan?"
"That... can I come to you now?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the door of the art class."
"Wait."
Jiang Yu had a request from others. She originally wanted to say that she didn't have to come here, she could go to him, but she heard him say, "It's cold outside, go indoors and wait."
She hesitated for a few seconds, then gave a soft "um".
A few pieces of snow fell on the street, Qiu Li hung up the phone and handed the two-hundred-yuan bill to the aunt who was wearing cleaning clothes in front of him—
"Thanks."
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