The Girl Who Played the Victim

Chapter 1

Half a month into my first year of college, I was approached by a senior on the playground. He was of average looks and asked for my contact information.

He was so sincere that I couldn’t refuse, so I added him on WeChat.

That night, however, "the girlfriend" came looking for me, bringing a group of people with her. She accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend.

In the corner of the school cafeteria, I was surrounded by a group of older girls, with the leader being the girlfriend, the real "main character."

She was a few centimeters shorter than me even with her platform shoes, dressed in all black. Her posture was strong, and she looked like one of those viral "famous seniors" you see online.

"Hey, girl." She poked me in the shoulder. "Didn’t your parents teach you not to get involved with someone else’s boyfriend?"

We were standing pretty close, and I furrowed my brow.

Ugh... she had bad breath.

I brushed my shoulder where she poked me and patiently explained, "I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. And after adding him on WeChat, I only said a few words to him."

In fact, all I ever replied to him was short words like "yes" or "mm-hmm."

"Shut up!"

Honestly, the way she was throwing a tantrum was like a hen protecting her chicks. She put her hands on her hips and snapped, "Do you even know the rules? Did I tell you to speak?"

"..."

I took a deep breath. I was getting pretty pissed, but before I could snap back, I accidentally caught sight of someone at the corner of the staircase.

A guy, holding a camera, seemed to be filming.

Looks like we have a free journalist here.

I immediately softened my attitude and timidly said, "Sis, it’s not what you think, I—"

Once again, I was interrupted by another shout: "Did I tell you to talk?!"

I obediently shut my mouth.

By coincidence, I was wearing a white dress with a Peter Pan collar, my hair in a half bun. At that moment, I probably looked like an innocent little bunny being bullied.

"It’s okay if you don’t understand things as a freshman," she said. "Let me give you a lesson today. From now on, stay away from other people’s boyfriends, okay?"

"Learn your place. From now on, when you see seniors, be sweeter."

"Don’t think you can go around flirting with boys just because you’re pretty. If you do, you’ll regret it one day!"

I nodded in agreement, "You’re right, sis."

Maybe because I was so obedient, these older girls seemed to hit a soft spot, and in the end, they only insulted me verbally and shoved me around a bit before leaving.

Of course, they also said some pretty nasty things, but I ignored them.

Meanwhile, my peripheral vision kept glancing at the guy on the stairs.

The "lecture" was over.

I watched the girls leave, and then, under the guy’s slightly surprised gaze, I walked up the stairs, casually stopping in front of him.

Tilting my head, I reached out my hand, saying nothing, just quietly looking at him.

He paused for a moment and, noticing my intent, handed me the camera.

I took the camera without flipping through it and immediately played the video from just now.

Sure enough, he had been filming us.

I watched the video from start to finish, and then made a somewhat unprofessional suggestion: "Next time, if you have a chance, you should film me from this angle."

Saying that, I turned slightly and gave him a side profile.

"My left side looks better."

"..."

He was silent for a moment, then surprisingly nodded, "Okay."

After watching the video, I handed the camera back to him. "Add me on WeChat and send me the video."

I took out my phone and showed him my QR code.

He glanced at me, silently pulled out his own phone.

While we added each other, I took another look at him.

Up close, he wasn’t bad looking at all—handsome in a quiet, refined way, with strong brows and big eyes. He reminded me of that actor who plays a dad with big eyes in entertainment shows.

I was lost in thought when my phone suddenly vibrated with a message.

"Hey, do I look good?"

Looking at the unfamiliar profile picture and username, I finally realized that it was from this guy, the one standing in front of me.

I smiled and put my phone away, "You’re not bad looking."

Then I raised my phone, "Don’t forget to send me the video. Thanks."

Waving at him, I quickly left the cafeteria.

There was a heavy silence behind me.

After washing up and getting into bed, I received the video from the "photographer" guy.

His username was David, which sounded like his real name.

I thanked him for the video, then immediately posted it online.

I made sure to tag all the major gossip accounts at my university.

First, there was the infamous female leader of the Workers' Department, and now, these seniors who love teaching "the proper way for younger girls to behave."

It was almost impossible not to go viral.

As expected, the video started gaining traction quickly and drew the attention of many of my classmates.

At the same time, I sent a message to that plain-looking senior.

I already had the "green tea" label on my head, so why not embrace it?

Opening the chat with him, I sent a cute, helpless emoji and quickly typed:

"Hey, do you have a girlfriend? /cry/"

"Today, the seniors came after me and called me shameless."

"I don’t mind the misunderstanding, but she kept saying I was flirting with you, and a lot of people heard it. I’m just worried it might affect you negatively..."

Chapter 2

The senior replied quickly:

"Sorry, I already broke up with her, but I didn’t expect her to cause such a scene. I’m really sorry for the trouble she’s caused you. /cry/"

"Don’t worry, I’ll go talk to her right now."

I glanced at my phone, casually took a sip of instant coffee, and typed away:

"Senior, please don’t be too hard on her. She’s probably just really concerned about you and afraid I might steal you away."

This time, he responded bluntly: "Honestly, I’d rather you take me away."

Ugh.

I had to swallow my disgust and sent him a meme in reply, then didn’t bother typing more.

Don’t break up, please don’t.

They’re perfect together—don’t come and mess things up for someone else.

The guy has a girlfriend, yet adds other girls on WeChat and sends them sweet messages; the girl can’t even manage her boyfriend, and yet she goes around picking fights with innocent freshmen to assert dominance.

None of them are good people.

And me? I’m no angel either.

I tossed my phone aside and put on a face mask.

Just then, my phone buzzed, and I leaned back on my bed, lazily checking the message.

It was from the guy with the big eyes, the photographer.

David: "You’re pretty brave, posting that video. Aren’t you afraid of getting some backlash?"

Me: "Well, I guess I’ll just hire you as my personal photographer—exposing the truth every time."

I was joking, but...

To my surprise, he actually agreed.

David: "Sounds good."

"See you tomorrow morning downstairs in the dorm."

Tch, so eager.

I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if it was the recent skincare routine that was making me feel like I was attracting more attention lately.

I’m not exactly the friendliest person. I usually keep to myself, but hey, I wouldn’t mind having a handsome guy with big eyes tagging along.

So, I agreed without hesitation.

We chatted for a bit, then ended the conversation with a simple "Goodnight."

I dropped my phone, ready to take off my mask, but then I noticed my reflection. My lips were slightly curled up.

I paused, took off the mask, and stared at myself in the mirror—

My cheeks were a little flushed, and my eyes were sparkling.

Not a good sign, probably the start of developing feelings.

Before I went to sleep, I received another message from the senior.

I snuggled into my blanket and glanced at my phone. It was a long, rambling message.

From experience, I knew to just skim to the last sentence. The rest was usually pointless.

Sure enough.

The last line was the real point of his message.

He said, with what seemed like deep affection: "Can I pursue you now that I’m single?"

That flowery, formal way of speaking made me laugh.

I casually typed two words: "You can’t."

He almost immediately replied: "Why?"

"Because I have a syndrome called ‘unrequited love’."

He didn’t reply after that, because by the time I sent the message, he had quietly been added to my block list.

For once, I woke up early.

I got up, changed clothes, and put on light makeup without disturbing my roommates.

To be honest, I was kind of looking forward to meeting the guy with the big eyes.

By the way, his real name was David—he’s not only good looking but also has a nice name.

I checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs on time.

However, when I reached the dorm building, I didn’t find the photographer waiting for me. Instead, I found the senior.

He was wearing all black, a bit scruffy, and if you didn’t look closely, he actually looked pretty much like the girlfriend from yesterday.

"Anna," he called my name as he walked toward me.

"I looked it up last night, and ‘unrequited love syndrome’ is when someone falls for someone but doesn’t want any emotional response from the other person."

He took a deep breath, paused, then continued, "So, you liked me, right? In that case, it’s simple—we can just be friends, right? Who says friends can’t be close?"

Saying that, he actually tried to reach for my hand.

Me: ???

Does he not get it?

Also, this last sentence was a bit much. It seemed to imply he thought we could do couple-like things, without any commitment.

Ugh.

I stepped back a little and tilted my head, looking at him.

"Senior, you might actually have a problem."

It looks like not only is he a player, but he’s also ridiculously narcissistic.

Hearing that, he stared at me, still lost in his delusions that I might like him, and seemed frozen for a moment. "What did you say?"

Before I could respond, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "She said you’re crazy."

I turned to see—

Yep, it was my personal photographer, David. I squinted at him, and it seemed like David's eyes were twice as big as the senior's.

Chapter 3

The comparison between the two of them was honestly pretty amusing.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The senior’s face immediately darkened. He shot me a glance but chose to direct his anger at David, the guy standing next to me.

"Who are you?"

The senior’s greeting was as cliché as it gets, his brow furrowed, ready to take David on.

David raised an eyebrow, walked up to my side, and unexpectedly put his arm around me.

My heart seemed to skip a beat.

I looked up at him, but since David was taller than me, all I could see was the sharp curve of his jaw.

From this angle, he looked even better.

It’s true—handsome people have no bad angles.

I quickly turned my gaze away, trying to calm my quickening heartbeat, and leaned a little closer to him, just playing along.

David seemed to smile, "Still not obvious?"

Then his tone changed to something colder, "Since we’re already here, I might as well warn you, senior—if you keep bothering my girlfriend, don’t blame me for being rude."

The senior was clearly stunned.

"Boyfriend?"

He turned to me, his brows furrowing so deeply it looked like he could crush a fly.

"You said you were single?"

"Yeah."

I smiled, then stood on tiptoe and kissed David on the cheek, turning back to the senior with a look of feigned innocence.

"But I’ve had one since this morning."

Tch, tch.

The senior’s face went from clear skies to thunderclouds in an instant.

But before he could start questioning me, a girl rushed over, panicked, "Quick… Emma’s threatening to kill herself, we can’t calm her down, you have to go talk to her!"

Emma, of course, was the senior who had been so bossy and rude earlier.

The senior froze for a moment, then, looking frustrated, followed the girl.

However—

The moment he left, his expression made it clear that he was feeling guilty. I could tell, even if it wasn’t for the coincidence of Emma threatening suicide, he wouldn’t have dared to get into a fight with David.

David was tall, about 6'1", and although he wasn’t extremely muscular, his forearms were toned and looked solid. You could tell he worked out.

As for the senior, he was probably about 5'7", 120 lbs, and compared to David, he looked scrawny.

There was no competition here.

With the senior gone, David let go of the arm he had around my shoulder and took a small step back, distancing himself from me.

I looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow, "Not bad. You’re showing more of a man’s side compared to last time."

David smiled, "I have principles. I can’t lay hands on girls."

Hmm, still a gentleman.

I patted his shoulder, subtly feeling the muscle beneath his thin shirt. I smiled in satisfaction and said, "Well, I’m off to class now."

"Okay."

David seemed like the kind of guy who didn’t speak much, always calm and composed. But his eyes were so captivating—large and bright, it was hard to look away.

It was rare to see a guy with such big eyes, and they gave him a truly striking, energetic vibe.

After saying goodbye to David, I headed to class. But as I passed a classroom door in the building, I caught a glimpse of David’s face in the reflection from the glass.

I froze and turned around. Sure enough, David was standing right behind me.

"Don’t you have class?"

"I do."

I was confused, "Then why are you following me?"

David flashed a smile, "We agreed yesterday, right? I’m your personal photographer."

Huh?

Seriously? Is he really following me around instead of going to class?

To my surprise, David actually came into the classroom with me. And then—

When the teacher started calling the roll, I realized, wait, he’s in the other class.

We only have two accounting classes this year, so most of our classes are combined.

It turned out, he was in Class 1, and I was in Class 2.

We ended up sitting together at the back. After roll call, I nudged him with my elbow, "How come I’ve never seen you before?"

I didn’t notice him during military training, and now that classes had started, I hadn’t heard any of the teachers mention his name.

"I had some family matters and arranged with the school to start classes late," he answered nonchalantly. "I just started this week."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so you’re the sick leave guy?"

David blinked.

"No, I didn’t attend military training because of a family issue."

He mentioned his family problems twice, which made me pause and look at his face closely.

Sure enough, his expression was dark, and his eyes seemed a little downcast.

I didn’t ask more—he probably had a serious family matter, and I didn’t want to pry.

---

There were no more public or major classes, and David left me for the afternoon. I was soon cornered.

This time, it was in the women’s restroom.

And to avoid attention, the senior came alone.

"You messing with me?"

She immediately confronted me, her face full of anger.

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I sized her up. In this hot weather, she was wearing a leather jacket and pants, trying to look edgy, probably to show off her "cool" side.

Definitely not looking like someone ready to commit suicide.

"What’s going on?"

The class bell rang, and the restroom was almost empty. I leaned against the sink and looked down at her.

She raised her hand and grabbed my hair, pulling hard, bending my head down.

I frowned. I knew this move would make me look ridiculous.

"Senior, let’s talk, let go."

I tried to reason with her.

"Talk?"

She sounded even angrier, her voice sharp and grating.

"You’re flirting with my boyfriend and secretly recording us, and now I’m heartbroken and getting bullied online. What do you want me to say?"

As she tightened her grip on my hair, she pushed down harder, clearly trying to shove my head into the toilet.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard. She let go instantly, in pain.

Next, I swiftly executed a shoulder throw, slamming her onto the restroom floor.

The floor was freshly cleaned but still wet, and the water splashed on her leather jacket and pants, making them glisten.

"Senior," I crouched down and looked at her, blinking innocently, "I told you, let’s talk it out, no need for violence."

She didn’t even try to argue. After groaning in pain for a moment, she quickly scrambled to her feet, glaring at me in fury.

"You..."

"What’s wrong?"

I looked at her innocently, "Senior, don’t take it personally. I just slipped up."

She glared at me for a long time, unable to speak. Finally, she muttered a threat and ran off.

I turned back to the mirror, really annoyed. My hair was a mess.

---

I wasn’t sure if it was the unexpected shoulder throw that scared her, but for the next few days, she didn’t bother me again.

The senior was also quietly added to my WeChat blacklist and didn’t try to contact me.

However, David and I grew closer quickly, especially tonight. He invited me to be his private model and help him shoot some personal photos.

Of course, it was free.

And of course, I didn’t refuse. In fact, I even offered to take David out for dinner.

Thinking about it, I was a little excited.

Night, photos, a guy and a girl alone.

Just the thought of it was thrilling.

But—

As I was getting ready to meet David for dinner, I overheard some classmates gossiping.

I usually don’t care about rumors, but when I heard the name "David," I couldn’t help but pause and sit back down.

Pretending to look at my phone, I eavesdropped on some gossip about David. I didn’t know if it was true, but it was shocking enough.

The day before the school year started, a shocking criminal case finally concluded—a woman killed her husband, dismembered him, and hid his body in a freezer.

I heard it was David’s biological parents.

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