After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum-Chapter 78 - : Expelling Jiang Huaiyu from the University Campus (Part 13)

Chapter 78 -78: Expelling Jiang Huaiyu from the University Campus (Part 13)

Chapter 78: Expelling Jiang Huaiyu from the University Campus (Part XIII)

Mengyu sneered coldly, raising her hands: “Fellow students, look once again, do these hands look like they belong to someone pampered and privileged?”

The students looked at her hands, surprise evident in their eyes.

Mengyu’s hands were larger than those of an average girl, and each joint was pronounced. Her skin was slightly rough and covered with faint scars.

These scars only faded after she practiced energy induction, and her skin had softened significantly. Before that, her hands were even uglier, filled with dense scars and because of deep wrinkles, they were rough and dark, never looking clean no matter how much she washed them!

In local parlance, it was said to be something not even a dog would eat!

Despite all this, these significantly improved hands were evidently those of someone who had been laboring since childhood! Such large joints could not develop without early labor.

A student positioned close-by counted the scars on her hands, exclaiming, “She actually has twenty-six scars on her hands!”

The students’ expressions changed: Could a girl favored by her Mom and raised in comfort have such swollen hands developed from childhood labor?

Mengyu stared at Huaiyu: “Do you dare to stretch out your hands?”

Jiang Huaiyu, hearing this, hurriedly hid her hands in her pockets.

Her hands were slender, delicate, and very attractive; usually, she would love to show them off.

But now, she dared not expose them, because hands so delicate could not be the product of labor since childhood.

Mengyu glared at Jiang Huaiyu: “You don’t dare, right? Because you have delicate, beautifully cared-for hands that only come from a life of luxury!”

Meanwhile, Student Wang Yixin was confused when Mengyu raised her hands.

Could a person who never labors have such hands?

Is this person really the evil younger sister who Jiang claims to be pampered at home?

Wang Yixin had seen Jiang Mengyu’s hands before: long, delicate, pure, and silky.

He admired her, as well as her hands.

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Indeed, previously Jiang Mengyu had told him that from a young age, she worked at home like a servant, often going hungry and cold, and even had to pick up scraps to pay for her education.

How could he have not considered that a person who labored from childhood could maintain such beautiful hands?

Could it be that Student Jiang is actually the younger sister?

And the girl they framed and accused is actually the elder sister Jiang Mengyu who was forced by her foster parents to attend university?

That is to say, his classmate is actually Jiang Huaiyu, not Jiang Mengyu?

Did she seize her sister’s university admission opportunity?

Sweat appeared on Wang Yixin’s forehead: If what he suspected was true, didn’t that mean he was aiding a tyrant?

“It’s not true; I’ve always just taken care of my hands since I was young,” Jiang Huaiyu still tried to defend herself.

Mengyu coldly smiled: “We are all university students, and we should understand a truth: organs develop with use and atrophy without. However, bones have a growth period, and once this period is over, changes are difficult.

If a girl does not begin laboring from a young age, it’s hard for her to develop such distinctly jointed hands. And hands that begin laboring from a young age, no matter how well maintained, will have enlarged joints and cannot become delicate.”

She pointed towards Jiang Huaiyu: “The fact is, she is lying because she is actually the pampered Jiang Huaiyu; I am the elder sister Jiang Mengyu, who grew up being bullied by her!”

Jiang Huaiyu countered: “You’re talking nonsense; she’s making things up, I am the elder sister, you are clearly Jiang Huaiyu, the younger sister who always bullied me.”

However, by this time, few were listening to her, as the hands Jiang Mengyu still held out, formed by labor since childhood, had already said it all.