Laura looked down and was surprised to see the white flour on the floor and a broken basin. They hadn't even met yet, and the students in Class 8 were rushing to give her such a big "gift". Was there anyone she had offended who happened to be in the class? Everyone who made eye contact with her avoided her eyes within a few seconds. Then they continued talking to their peers as if they had no idea what was going on with the flour and the basin. After looking around, Laura came to the conclusion that there was no one she knew. So...that was a practical joke?

Laura kept a poker face and tightened the grip on the backpack strap. Ignoring the noise in the lane, she made her way to the empty seat in the back. Suddenly, a foot appeared, ready to trip her.

"Ouch" a boy howled miserably. His face twisted as he lowered himself, sucking in a breath to tuck up his trousers, "My leg! My leg!"

"So

The moment she opened the message, a lot of abuse poured out.

Instead of watching it, Laura posted the video Marcus sent her. The caption read, keep your eyes open and see if I hug Eric or not!

The quality of the video was so clear that everyone can see that Laura and Eric's hug in the picture was clearly a visual error!

Before anyone could finish watching the video, Laura tweeted again: 'I have submitted all the abusive messages to the police.'

In response, not long after the tweet, a prominent New York law firm spoke out.

"We have been commissioned by Laura Taylor and we are in charge of all issues." This sentence was followed by a long list of ids.

The sequence of events caught everyone off guard. They patiently watched the video, determined it was fake, and swerved.

"What, Laura just patted him on the shoulder. Such a small thing can also be involved in 'seduction'?"

"Are som

Old Mr. Taylor was well aware of Laura's concerns. Nevertheless, his tone was still firm, "You are my granddaughter, and you were bullied. I have no reason to ignore!"

"But..."

"Oh, Laura, don't worry. Don't follow Twitter for a few days. Grandpa will take care of this for you!"

Laura hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, "Well... All right."

Laura hung up the phone and was about to turn off her Twitter messages, as Old Mr. Taylor told her to do when Marcus sent her a video.

There's no caption, just a video. Laura couldn't help but laugh after watching. There was a swelling of strength in her chest.

It was never empty behind her.

The next day.

In Class 8, Laura found her place. As soon as her butt was near the side of the chair, Lucy rushed over.

"Laura, Laura, did you see that trend yesterday?"

'Yes, what's the matter?

"What's the matter? " Lucy shouted with great exagg

Laura looked down and was surprised to see the white flour on the floor and a broken basin. They hadn't even met yet, and the students in Class 8 were rushing to give her such a big "gift". Was there anyone she had offended who happened to be in the class? Everyone who made eye contact with her avoided her eyes within a few seconds. Then they continued talking to their peers as if they had no idea what was going on with the flour and the basin. After looking around, Laura came to the conclusion that there was no one she knew. So...that was a practical joke?

Laura kept a poker face and tightened the grip on the backpack strap. Ignoring the noise in the lane, she made her way to the empty seat in the back. Suddenly, a foot appeared, ready to trip her.

"Ouch" a boy howled miserably. His face twisted as he lowered himself, sucking in a breath to tuck up his trousers, "My leg! My leg!"

"Sorry, I didn't see that." Laura kept her smile as if nothing had happened.

The boy couldn't tell if 

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