She charged recklessly at Moshi, who was in the midst of his assault. Her slender body erupted with astonishing power, slamming into him, attempting to stop his cruel trampling with her insignificant weight.
"Get lost! Ugly freak!" Moshi, thrown off balance by the impact, became enraged and slapped Kuchiha hard across the face.
Smack!
Kuchiha saw stars, her ears buzzed, and half her face felt numb and burning.
She fell sideways to the ground, but her gaze remained fixed on the motionless, dust-covered white fluff on the ground.
Moshi watched Kuchiha, who had fallen to the ground with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, with a cruel, satisfied smile. "Oh, isn't this our bookworm? What, feeling sorry for your little pet?"
He squatted down, his voice full of malicious mockery, "Too bad, it's too weak, just like you, flattened with one stomp. Trash belongs in the garbage, understand?"
Kuchiha curled up on the ground, her cheek pressed against the dirty floor, her body trembling violently from extreme grief and pain, yet unable to utter a sound.
Tears, mixed with the blood from her mouth, fell silently.
The onlookers' gazes were terrifyingly cold, hurting her as if she were flayed alive.
That tiny life, which had once brought her a glimmer of light, along with her nascent, humble sense of connection, was utterly crushed by those dull stomps.
The teacher's hurried footsteps and stern reprimands finally dispersed the group of morbidly excited onlookers.
Kuchiha was curled up on the concrete floor, her cheek swollen and burning, the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth already dry.
She was like a body from which the soul had been drained, her eyes blankly focused on the messy spot a few steps away—there, Little Carrot's once snowy-white, soft fur was stained with blood, and its tiny body was stiff in an unnatural, twisted posture.
Its ruby-like eyes had forever lost their luster.
Their fates were so similar.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Kuchiha's heart was filled with guilt...
If she hadn't taken Little Carrot away... maybe it wouldn't have...
"Teacher, we were just playing with the rabbit. Who knew it was so fragile, it died with just a touch." Moshi shrugged.
"Yes, Teacher, Kuchiha herself rushed over and hit people, and we were even hit by her!" His crony immediately chimed in.
Kuchiha listened to these distorted excuses, lacking even the strength for anger, only a dead silence of despair spreading through her bones.
Who... who can help me...
Half an hour later, the atmosphere in the office was heavy.
Moshi's father—a middle-aged man in an expensive suit with meticulously combed hair—listened to the teacher's brief statement. He didn't even glance at Kuchiha from the corner of his eye, only sternly reprimanded Moshi:
"Nonsense! Causing trouble for the school and the teacher!"
Moshi reined in his arrogance in front of his father, lowering his head and muttering "Mm."
Kuchiha's father arrived almost immediately after Moshi's father.
He had clearly just woken up from a hangover, or perhaps had a few more drinks to calm his nerves; the strong smell of alcohol on him was particularly pungent in the confined office.
Upon entering, his gaze first timidly swept over Moshi's father, dressed in a suit, and the stern-faced teacher.
Finally, it landed on his daughter in the corner, her face ashen and her cheeks swollen.
Kuchiha's heart, at the moment her father entered, still harbored a faint glimmer of hope, so slight that she herself was unwilling to admit it.
She hoped he would see the injury on her face, see the broken despair in his daughter's eyes.
Even if he just showed a little bit of heartache, or questioned the perpetrator... even just one sentence...
However, the next second, all her illusions were utterly crushed by her father's obsequious posture.
Her father suddenly bent down, giving Moshi's father an almost ninety-degree deep bow, his forehead nearly touching his knees, his voice filled with sickening flattery and trembling: "So... so sorry! I am so sorry! Mr. Moshi!"
"It's this worthless dead girl of mine! She... she's ignorant! She caused you trouble! I will definitely teach her a harsh lesson! Beat this money-losing item to death!"
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