"Rose, don't run! Everyone come and see!"

She really chased after him.

He was holding a few A4 papers in his hand, with printed color photos on them.

"Look at these! The latest cell phones! Designer bags!

She screamed like a hero who had caught a thief.

"Rose bought all this with our summer camp money for her poor relatives and friends!"

My head buzzed.

That was a screenshot of our roommate’s circle of friends.

It’s a graduation gift bought by my parents.

More and more people gathered around.

Campers, other leaders, and even strangers passing by.

"Oh my god, she just squandered $100,000 like this?"

"He looks honest, but he has such a dark heart."

Someone even spat at me, "I hate vampires like you the most. You suck the blood of our campers and use it to subsidize your hometown!"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

There is no point in making excuses.

At this time, Ryan pushed through the crowd and came to me.

There was a look of disgust and coldness on his face that I had never seen before.

A male teacher whom I was not familiar with patted Ryan on the shoulder.

"Ryan, you can't be soft on this kind of woman, just give her a good beating and she'll behave herself!"

Ryan's eyes stabbed into me like knives.

He raised his hand.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

My face was burning.

He hit me.

Ryan, my boyfriend of two years, slapped me in front of so many people.

Scarlett immediately started acting and pretended to hold Ryan's arm.

"Hey Ryan, why did you hit me? Let's talk it over nicely!"

As she spoke, she leaned close to my ear and whispered smugly in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Rose, for Ryan's sake, I'll give you a way out."

"Take out $20,000 now and forget about it."

I didn't have time to digest this blatant blackmail.

Ryan heard it and shook Scarlett's hand away.

He wasn't feeling guilty towards me, he was mad at Scarlett.

"Scarlett! Are you crazy?"

"She embezzled 100,000 from us, and you asked her to pay back 20,000?"

He stared at Scarlett as if he were a traitor.

"Where are you turning your elbow?"

It turned out that he was not angry at me for being "greedy for money", but was angry at Scarlett for extorting too little.

I looked up and met his face filled with greed and rage.

Using all his strength, he slapped him in the face.

Bang!

It was louder and crisper than the time he hit me.

Ryan was stunned, covering his face and looking at me in disbelief.

Everyone in the corridor gasped.

I looked at him, word by word.

“No money.”

"You can't change it even if you slap me again!"

After that slap, Ryan's world and I were completely separated.

My cheek was still aching, but my phone was vibrating wildly in my pocket.

It’s a group chat at summer camp.

I clicked it and a photo popped up.

In the photo, I was discussing the details of the activity with a male camper, and Scarlett captured it from an ambiguous angle.

The caption reads: "Some people manage money during the day and 'manage people' at night. No wonder the accounts don't match."

A group of followers followed closely below.

"Scarlett is right! I was wondering why she always talks to Mike!"

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that all the funds were spent on this."

Ryan also popped up and sent a broken heart emoji.

[Ryan: Rose, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. ]

Truly the best actor of the year.

I sneered and was about to quit when a new message popped up.

[Scarlett: @All members, Ryan has contacted the person in charge and reported the situation to Rose's tutor. The school will intervene, don't worry, not a penny of our money will be lost! ]

My mentor?

My heart sank.

Sure enough, within five minutes, the tutor called.

On the other end of the phone, his voice was as gentle as always, but every word was like an icicle.

"Rose, summer camp is also a small society. You need to learn how to handle interpersonal relationships."

"Sometimes, taking a step back can open up a new world."

“The school’s reputation is important, and so is your future.”

"If you are really stressed, you can consider...ending summer camp early."

He didn't say a word of accusation, but it made me feel colder than any other accusation.

The next day, I became the plague of the camp.

When I went to the cafeteria to get food, the auntie who usually gave me an extra spoonful of meat suddenly shook and all the ribs in the spoon fell back into my mouth.

I was only given a spoonful of bland cabbage.

The plate hit the tray heavily, making a harsh sound.

I carried my food tray and passed by the campers who had once been my close friends...

They immediately fell silent and turned their heads away, as if I were some dirty thing.

The teamwork activity in the afternoon was a tent setting up competition.

Ryan Scarlett and I were "unexpectedly" assigned to the same group.

Ryan handed me a support pole, and as soon as I took it, he let go with an "ouch".

The tent fabric collapsed with a loud bang, falling right on my head.

Scarlett laughed sharply, "Rose, you can't even set up a tent, and you want to manage our money?"

"Be a good person before doing anything. If you don't have good character, you won't be able to do anything!"

There was laughter all around.

The person in charge came over and looked at me with a frown.

"Rose, go and have a rest over there first, don't affect the team's progress."

I was officially isolated.

I tried to explain to Mia, with whom I had a good relationship before.

She avoided his gaze and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Rose, don't look for me. I don't know anything."

"Scarlett's family has a background, I...I can't afford to offend her."

Yeah, she can't afford to offend.

Can I afford to offend him?

At night, I sat alone in the dormitory, watching the lively bonfire party outside the window.

Those laughters and joy were like knives stabbing my heart.

The phone screen was lit up, showing an ultimatum from the tutor.

"Rose, please submit an application for leaving the camp yourself tomorrow. It will be better for everyone."

I dragged my suitcase and walked on the empty street.

The wheels rolled through the gaps between the tiles, making a clattering sound.

The whole world has abandoned me.

Just when I felt I was about to be swallowed by despair, I caught a glimpse of a bus stop advertising light box on the side of the road.

"Legal aid, protect your rights."

etc.

A thought shot through my brain like an electric current.

My minor in college was accounting.

I personally recorded every financial account of the summer camp.

I have a habit of backing up important files.

I immediately turned around and rushed into the cheapest Internet cafe on the street.

The receptionist looked at me as if I were a lunatic who had run away from home.

I don't care.

Turn on the computer and insert the USB drive I carry with me.

A folder named "Public Treasury-Confidential Backup" lay there quietly.

I clicked it.