Chapter 3The Borrowed Mask

The more I thought, the colder I felt.

My heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

The post continued to update.

Little Sprout: [It's almost noon. Impossible she won't eat. If she doesn't give a mask, ask her for food.]

Xiang Xiang (heart emoji): [Sister Sprout, you're so smart.]

Little Sprout (waving hand): [Don't mention it. I don't need to teach you the rest, right? Finish eating, clutch your stomach and roll on the ground. By then, the five hundred thousand will be in hand. If she doesn't give food, even better. Grab it directly, eat, fall down. Many ways, as long as you make contact, everything is OK.]

Xiang Xiang sent a smiley face.

During this time, more and more people were watching the post. Many netizens retorted, saying they were going too far.

[Your own business, why let an innocent person take the bullet? If you can't do it yourself, you want to drag others down.]

[Exactly. I sympathized with you before, thinking your parents favored boys over girls, helping you think of ways. Now I wish you'd marry over there immediately. Birds of a feather.]

[You guys actually believed it. This post is obviously staged. Trying to build an account, right?]

[I don't think so. Obviously that Little Sprout is jealous and hateful. Maybe she even knows that unlucky person. Otherwise, how could she say exactly nine masks? Miss wearing Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels, using Capybara masks on the slow train, be careful. You're being targeted.]

Little Sprout panicked and cursed directly: [Shut up. Who... who said we know each other? What do you know? Besides, I'm happy with money earned by ability. I think you're just sour grapes.]

Xiang Xiang (agreeing): [Sister Sprout is right. Why are there so many rich people and we are poor? They can afford Chanel, use luxury brands, they should take out money and share. That's fair.]

I gripped my phone tighter and tighter.

Breathing rapidly.

I had no idea what deep hatred that person opposite had for me, wanting to put me to death, and even seeming to know me well.

I originally planned to eat a boxed lunch to pad my stomach. After all, I got up late in the morning and hadn't eaten anything. But now, to avoid everything happening in the post, I had to swallow my saliva and sit there motionless.

Anyway, there was still an hour before getting off. At worst, I wouldn't eat.

I hugged my backpack, stomach rumbling.

Just then, the slow train stopped. Quite a few people got on and off.

Just at this moment, a rider in yellow rushed through the car door, carrying takeout and placing it in front of me.

"Li Le Guo, right! This is the Szechuan Pork Slices set you ordered. wish you a pleasant meal and enjoy the ride."

I was completely dumbfounded.

My heart went thump thump.

What happened!

I didn't order anything at all.

I immediately called the rider. He held the delivery slip, blinking at me. "Customer, don't joke. The person on this slip is Li Le Guo, seat 11 window side, phone tail number 5356. All this matches your information."

"Impossible, I really didn't order. I don't even have a food delivery app."

The delivery rider scratched his head. "Customer, I have other deliveries. If really not, ask your friends and family if they ordered."

Finished, the rider ran off the train.

Looking up again, I saw Xiang Xiang tilting her head, watching me, grinning proudly.

My mind was getting messier.

Just then, my best friend Yu Hui Hui sent me a message.

[Babe, you're almost home, right? I specially ordered train takeout for you. Mildly spicy Szechuan Pork Slices, can't let my babe starve.]