Ciri Garzón was already tangled up with her housemate when the presenter arrived.
But Ciri Garzón was much messier than her housemate.
For her hair was covered with foam, which by now was smeared on her face, and her body, wrapped in a bath towel, hung loosely, risking a staged display.
The faces of the two girls were scratched with several bright red blood stains, especially Ciri Garzon’s neck, which was badly fanged.
The house manager and another girl managed to separate them.
But Ciri Garzón and the housemate stared at each other, neither of them willing to give in!
The housemistress scolded her with a stern face: “What the hell, don’t you know that fighting is not allowed in school? Fighting is a crime. You will be expelled for serious offenses.
The housemate complained: “Auntie! Ciri Garzon is a bully! It was Ciri Garzón who started it. Auntie, he slapped me in the face, can’t he slap me back?”.
The presenter asked the girl next to her, “Did you see who started it, was it Ciri Garzón?”
The girl nodded: “Yes, it was Ciri Garzón”.
Ciri Garzón gritted her teeth, her face red with anger. “Then why didn’t you tell Auntie that you had purposely turned off the faucet while I was in the shower?”.
“Have you seen that we have closed it? You have no proof. You have no right to beat people.”
Ciri Garzón couldn’t help but blurt out: “Shit!
I had never seen such a shameless person!
The presenter, seeing that they were still arguing, looked at Ciri Garzón, who was not dressed properly, and got a little angry: “Ciri Garzón, go wash up before you go out and talk! You two, come out here with me first!”.
…
Ciri Garzón stood under the shower and continued to finish the shower she had not finished before.
The hot water bathed the wound and the pain was so intense and painful that it made him want to cry.
Aggrieved, angry … clenched her fists.
Her face couldn’t tell if it was the hot water or the tears.
…
Ciri Garzón finished showering and didn’t even bother to dry her hair before getting dressed and going straight out to find the house manager.
The house manager was talking to two other girls.
Ciri Garzon, who was not easily overpowered, rushed over, grabbed the girl she was fighting with by the neck and said, “What did you just insult me, repeat it in front of the aunt if you dare!”.
The aunt pushed them aside and looked solemnly at Ciri Garzón: “Ciri Garzón! If you do it again! I’ll call the police to report you.”
“Just call the police! She started it anyway! I want to see if the police are reasonable!”
Ciri Garzón’s eyes were red with rage, her chest rolled with anger and she couldn’t shake it off, she couldn’t swallow it!
“Auntie, listen to her! Call the police!”
The hostess aunt was flabbergasted, “Why are you girls so ungrateful…? Well, you have to make a fuss, don’t you? I’m going to tell your counselor right now.”
…
Half an hour later, at the police station.
The police officer almost had his ears blown off by the noise of the two girls!
“You two, calm down!”
“What a problem, you’re still in the same bedroom, can’t you coordinate and solve the problem in private?”.
The policeman was also drunk, dealing with such trivial matters all day long.
The policeman scrutinized the faces of the two girls, frowned and said, “Two good girls, why, why did you two scratch your faces like that?”
Ciri Garzón swallowed saliva, feeling ashamed as well, looked away from her face and remained silent, her eyes slightly teary, but definitely not out of fear, nor was it all aggression, but entirely because she felt how she was returning to the police station the more she lived, to have problems with those people.
“You, what’s your name?”
The housemate was a little more settled and a little more scared when she walked into the police station: “Fresco Varas”.
“And you, what’s your name?”
“Ciri Garzón”.
“Come on, you two. It’s a shame to go to the police station for something like this, so call your families or your counselors and come and coordinate. Don’t fight again when you go back to the dorm! You will be arrested if you fight again.”
Fresco Varas is also a native of Ciudad del Rey, so she quickly called her family and her mother came to the police station to pick her up.
As soon as she saw how her daughter was being bullied, she approached and lectured Ciri Garzón, pointing and pointing in a very rude manner.
The policeman frowned and said, “What’s wrong? You’re here to reconcile your parents, but you’re the one stirring up trouble. If your daughter hadn’t turned off the faucet valve while you were in the shower, would you have gotten angry and started fighting with her? Really, it’s unreasonable.”
After educating Fresco Varas’ mother, the policeman looked at Ciri Garzón: “And you, why don’t you call your family?”.
Ciri Garzón bit her lip: “I have no family”.
The policeman froze, what a headache, what a joke this girl was playing.
The policeman asked his partner to check Ciri Garzon’s family details, first calling Ciri Garzon’s parents’ phone number.
The results …
“Joaquin, as soon as the girl’s parents received the call, they said that there was no such daughter.”
The corners of the policeman’s mouth twitched: “…”
What a mess this was.
Suddenly, Ciri Garzón’s phone rang.
Ciri Garzón wanted to cut it off, but the policeman was already one step ahead of her and took it.
“Hello, this is Ciri Garzón’s friend, Ciri Garzón is at the police station, can you come here?”.
Ciri Garzon: …
…
Andreo Fanta arrived at the police station with a cold, handsome face.
The man at the police station glanced at Andreo Fanta and thought he looked familiar.
“This, this seems to be Mr. Andreo.” Joachim whispered to the colleague next to him.
“It looks like it.”
As soon as Andreo Fanta entered, he addressed Ciri Garzón directly, with concern and nervousness in his eyes, “Ciri!”.
Ciri Garzón was sitting with a white face, with blood on her face.
Andreo Fanta raised his hand and touched it, and Ciri Garzón frowned in pain.
The man’s eyes immediately turned fierce and cold: “Who did this?”.
Fresco Varas and his mother sat there, and as soon as they saw that Ciri Garzón had come to help, and that this help, apparently, had a powerful aura … he immediately crumpled a little.
“Yes, she was the one who didn’t have the reason to make the first move! Why are you looking at me!”
Andreo Fanta pursed his thin lips, his eyes full of pain and anger.
Joachim spoke: “You are Mr. Andreo, right, and Ciri Garzón is your …?”
“Fiancée”.
Ciri Garzón, who was seated, gave a shudder in the back.
Engaged?
Fresco Varas, who was sitting to the side, also froze … Ciri Garzon really had a fiancé! And, the other party seemed to be in very good condition!
Joaquin also froze and laughed awkwardly, “Miss Ciri is really the same, she didn’t say anything before, she would have asked Mr. Andreo to come earlier”.
“Sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No, no, it’s a trivial matter, just register and you can take Miss Ciri home.”
Andreo Fanta finished registering and Ciri Garzón’s legs faltered as she stood up.
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes sank slightly and he did not say a word, but silently gathered her in his arms and walked with his long legs towards the police station.
Fresco Varas and his mother had just left the police station when they saw a tall, handsome man carrying Ciri Garzón to a luxurious black Lincoln.