Chapter 4

On my way out of school, many people pointed and whispered about me.

"Isn't she Georgina from the chemistry department?"

"She looks pretty decent, but her behavior is so shameless."

"Where's she going? That's the way out of school, right?"

"Holy crap! Is she under so much psychological pressure that she's thinking of suicide?"

Soon, another rumor about me spread.

The chemistry department beauty, suspected of seeking death in shame.

As I neared the school gate, people's reactions became even more obvious.

Many whispered among themselves, and some even pulled out their phones to secretly photograph me.

I couldn't take it anymore and randomly grabbed a girl nearby.

"Excuse me, do you have some problem with me?"

The girl screamed and struggled, slapping at the clothes I was holding while covering her nose with her other hand, trying to escape.

The girl beside her frowned and stepped back several paces.

"Your business is all over the forum. Stop pretending to be innocent."

"Sleep around if you want, but catching an STD? Disgusting!"

My anger flared. "What business? What did I do? Explain yourselves!"

Hearing this, they immediately ran off, as if speaking one more word to me would infect them with some virus.

I quickly opened the school forum. My photo was prominently displayed on the cover.

[Chemistry Department's Georgina Gets Slapped Hard by Her Sugar Daddy After Questioning Whether He Gave Her an STD!]

The post was filled with photos.

One showed Mueller slapping me hard across the face.

Another showed me at the hospital, and there was even a photo of yellow stains on my underwear.

The photo angles were extremely cunning.

The series of photos perfectly portrayed the image of an indecent female college student.

The comments section was the most disgusting.

[I knew this girl was bad news all along!]

[The stuff she does normally isn't what a regular female student would do.]

[Are the guys in the chemistry department not good enough? Can't satisfy her?]

[Does anyone have Georgina's contact info? Hook me up. Such a thirsty college girl—I think I can handle her.]

[You're a true warrior, going for someone with an STD.]

Countless vile insults.

Even though I was battle-hardened, I couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

I immediately replied:

[Spreading rumors is illegal. Do not spread rumors. Serious offenders will face legal action.]

Someone immediately responded:

[Here comes the classic "legal action" threat.]

[If you sleep around, own it. You already did it—afraid of people talking?]

Malice piled upon malice, overwhelming me. I didn't reply again.

Instead, I opened my phone and saved all the evidence using blockchain storage.