Chapter 708: Throwing Sulfuric Acid Professor Sun felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up his throat, his blood boiling, his vision went dark, and he almost vomited blood.

He suddenly covered his chest and started coughing violently, his face turning from white to blue, and then from blue to purple.

"Zhao... Zhao Zhicheng, you bastard." His lips trembled, and he was shaking with anger. He was so angry that he rushed to Zhao Zhicheng to confront him and tear him apart.

"Back then, you were the one who surrounded me every day, saying all the nice things. Now that something's happened, you're pretending to be innocent and putting the blame on me? How shameless! I was the one who helped you get to where you are today."

But after cursing, Yongxiao felt even more despair in his heart.

There is nothing worse than being abandoned by everyone.

Only at this moment did he truly understand what it meant to be isolated and helpless, and what it meant to be pushed down by everyone when the wall falls.

Zhao Zhicheng's betrayal became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

After the relationship between the master and the apprentice broke down, the two of them exposed each other's past and used Lu Qingyang to muddy the waters.

…

The school's decision went through multiple levels of approval and was ultimately sent to each department in the form of a red-headed document:

"After investigation, it was found that Comrade Sun Weimin, a former professor in the Department of Medicine, had serious academic misconduct and appropriated the fruits of others' labor. The circumstances were egregious and had an extremely negative impact. After research and decision, Comrade Sun Weimin was dismissed from public office, all his academic positions and benefits were canceled, and it was recommended that higher-level departments revoke his relevant honorary titles."

The weather was gloomy when I packed my belongings and left school.

No one came to see him off, and his colleagues who used to greet him with smiles now avoided him.

Intellectuals have just recovered from the haze of the past and are particularly concerned about restoring their reputation and career. Sun Weimin's behavior violated the most basic bottom line and was despised by everyone.

The students looked at him with eyes full of naked contempt.

The family collapsed in an instant.

His wife was originally a housewife, relying on his salary and status for a living. Now, not only has her living standard plummeted, but she also has to endure the pointing and criticizing of people around her.

The pressure was so great that she raised her head and cried all day long. The family quarreled constantly and eventually the relationship broke down. Although they did not divorce, they were like strangers.

He tried to use his connections and find ways to work as a medical consultant in a remote small factory or a small street hospital, but there was an indelible stain on his file, and no unit was willing to accept such a person with "serious political and ideological problems."

His later years were miserable and he was unhappy. He became a negative example that people despised and he himself regretted. This is, of course, a story for later.

The punishment for Zhao Zhicheng was equally severe: "In view of his erroneous behavior and negative impact in this serious academic incident, after careful consideration, it has been decided to expel Zhao Zhicheng from the school and cancel his eligibility for graduation assignments."

The most important thing is that he lost the qualification for the "iron rice bowl" of state-assigned job.

For a student with no background, this almost destroyed all possibilities of changing one's destiny through knowledge.

Zhao Zhicheng was convinced in his heart, and wanted to put all the blame on Professor Sun, but unfortunately, Shen Mo would not let him get his wish.

…

After Zhao Zhicheng was expelled from school and his job assignment qualification was revoked, a stain that could not be washed away remained in his file.

I was impressed by him and managed to get a small bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid.

One evening, he hid in the secluded alley that Chen Mo had to pass through on her way back by bike, holding a bottle of sulfuric acid wrapped in rags, his eyes red as he waited for a chance for revenge.

Finally, he saw Shen Mo coming over alone on a bicycle.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her body, looking peaceful and beautiful. This scene hurt Zhao Zhicheng's twisted heart even more.

"Chen Mo, you are such a troublemaker. I'm done for, and you can forget about it too."

Zhao Zhicheng suddenly rushed out from the corner of the wall, his face ferocious, and roared as he pulled out the cork of the bottle and splashed the liquid in the bottle towards Shen Mo's face!

At the critical moment, Shen Mo was shocked.

But she has been very good at martial arts since she was a child, and now she just has no room to display her skills, which does not mean that she will be afraid of people like Zhao Zhicheng.

Shen Mo instantly judged the situation, and almost instinctively took a step back to the side, while quickly swinging the heavy canvas backpack on her back to block.

A burst of pungent white smoke rose, and some of the sulfuric acid splashed onto the schoolbag, instantly corroding the canvas into charred holes. The remaining few drops splashed onto the earthen wall next to it, emitting terrible foam.

When Zhao Zhicheng saw that he was hit by the attack, he was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect Shen Mo to react so quickly.

In the moment he was stunned, Shen Mo did not hesitate at all, seizing the opportunity, she took a step forward, accurately grabbed his wrist holding the bottle, and twisted it hard.

"Ah!" Zhao Zhicheng screamed miserably, his wrist in great pain. The remaining half bottle of sulfuric acid fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The corrosive liquid flowed out, scaring him so much that he jumped away quickly.

Shen Mo took advantage of the situation and clenched her other hand into a fist, hitting him hard in the soft spot of his abdomen.

Zhao Zhicheng suddenly doubled over in pain, curled up like a shrimp, and completely lost the ability to resist.

Shen Mo then pressed her knee against his back and pinned him to the ground.

The whole movement was clean and neat, happening in a flash.

"Help! Catch the bad guys!" Shen Mo then shouted, her voice echoing in the alley.

The nearby residents opened their doors upon hearing the noise and saw broken bottles on the ground, traces of corrosion emitting white smoke, and Zhao Zhicheng being subdued by Shen Mo. They immediately understood what was going on and were shocked and angry.

"Oh my god, it's sulfuric acid."

"Quick, hurry to the Public Security Comrades!"

"This little girl is really amazing."

"You're so skilled, any man can beat you."

"Is this the military district courtyard, the daughter-in-law of the Wang family?" Someone recognized Shen Mo.

"Oh, that's too much."

Soon, the police arrived on bicycles, learned about the situation, and looked extremely serious when they saw the physical evidence, the victims, and many eyewitnesses.

This was an extremely serious case of attempted intentional injury at the time, and the means used were particularly cruel.

"Cuff him!" the police officer said as he put cold handcuffs on Zhao Zhicheng, who was limp and pale.

"You're committing a crime openly, and using sulfuric acid. You're going to jail, kid."

Shen Mo looked at Zhao Zhicheng being taken away, thinking that it was all his own fault.