Chapter 24 Who Bullied You
It was already 11 o'clock when Wei Chuan returned to the dormitory. The training ended at 10:30. After taking a shower in the training hall, it took him half an hour to get back to the dormitory.
Liang Heng and Li Zhuo were still playing games. When they saw him come back, they hurriedly said, "Brother Chuan, this is the last game. You go to sleep first."
They didn't dare to disturb Wei Chuan's rest.
Wei Chuan hummed. His phone was almost out of battery. He plugged it in to charge and unexpectedly saw Meng Tang's message:
[I'm almost done with basketball, so don't waste your time on me anymore. Your wood carving has been delayed long enough. I'll finish it for you as soon as possible. I wish you good luck in your competition.]
Wei Chuan subconsciously opened the dialog box and glanced at the time before stopping. At this time, she was probably already asleep.
Meng Tang had indeed fallen asleep. When he checked his phone the next morning, Wei Chuan had not replied.
She got up half an hour earlier and went straight to the playground with four meal cards to run two rounds.
When I returned to the dormitory, I brought four breakfasts.
She ate quickly, took a shower and went to class.
Today was the all-day wood carving class. Meng Tang got out of the elevator and caught a glimpse of her teacher's back as he got ahead of her.
She silently quickened her pace, and when she reached the door, an angry roar of "Who did this?" made her stop.
His heart skipped a beat, and Meng Tang had a bad feeling.
She pushed the door open and saw manuscripts all over the floor. They looked very familiar and were torn into pieces.
Meng Tang's head buzzed: "What's going on?"
The teacher looked back and sighed: "Meng Tang, you are here."
Meng Tang asked blankly, "Is this the manuscript I'm going to enter?"
The teacher nodded.
The girl closest to her said, "We found the design drafts scattered on the floor when we came in. Meng Tang, do you have a backup?"
"There is a backup electronic copy." Meng Tang frowned.
Even so, the manuscripts needed for the competition still need to be completed.
The teacher roared angrily: "Who did this?"
The students were startled and said:
"Before the holiday, Tan Xi was in charge of the studio keys."
"It's not me." Tan Xi glared at the person who pointed the finger at her, "If you doubt me, show me the evidence if you have the guts."
"But you and Meng Tang are the only ones who don't get along."
"That doesn't mean I did it."
She's not that mean yet.
"Who knows?"
"you--"
"Enough, stop arguing," the teacher said sternly. "The studio's outer door is only accessible to students of this major with a card. Each student has a key. Security patrols every night, and there are surveillance cameras in the corridors. The school will investigate this matter, but if one of you did this, I urge you to come forward now."
"Teacher Wang, something bad has happened." The student assistant in the exhibition room hurried over.
"What happened again?"
"Student artwork in the gallery was damaged."
Meng Tang grabbed the man's arm and asked, "What's your name?"
"The Blind Monk Listening to the Piano"
Meng Tang pushed people away and ran out, and everyone else followed him.
On the display shelf in the exhibition hall, the painting "Blind Monk Listening to the Piano" had several scratches on it, which was extremely destructive.
"Oh my God! Such a good work, what a pity."
"Who has such a big grudge against Meng Tang?"
"Who else could it be? This is a competition, and the most competitive person in our school is Tan Xi."
"Don't talk nonsense, there is no evidence."
"This is so tasteless. Do you think you can win first place by destroying Meng Tang's competition entry?"
Meng Tang stared at him for a long time, her heart aching. She swallowed the bitterness and said calmly, "I'm going to call the police."
"This..." The teacher was a little embarrassed.
Calling the police would affect the school's reputation, and he really had no say in the matter. He grabbed a student and whispered to him to go and ask the dean to come over.
"I will participate in the competition as usual, using this piece." Meng Tang turned around and glanced at the classmates he had spent every day with. "I will not let this matter go."
When the students heard this, they whispered:
"Still attending? Is she crazy? The wood carving is so damaged, can it still be repaired?"
"Her grandfather is Master Meng, he should be able to repair it."
"But the people who are going to participate in the competition are students. If Master Meng interferes, it would be unfair to others."
“…”
Meng Tang ignored the questioning and said, "Teacher, I need your signature on the 'Application Form for Restoration of Works'."
The teacher was stunned: "You have this skill?"
Meng Tang nodded: "I learned a little from my grandfather."
"Okay, okay." The teacher said excitedly, "When the dean comes over later, he will make the decision for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dean Chen Xunli came hurriedly.
"Meng Tang, come with me."
Meng Tang turned and left the showroom.
Chen Xunli took a deep breath and said, "I heard about it on the way here. I understand how you feel, but can you please back off on the matter of calling the police? After all, it concerns the reputation of the department."
"But I promise that even if it is handled internally, I will give you a satisfactory result."
"Send your work to the Intangible Cultural Heritage Restoration Laboratory in Building 21. I'll call the director of the restoration room and give you a free pass. You can use all the equipment for free, and you don't need to make an appointment in advance."
"But you have to record the restoration process. Firstly, it will leave a record for you to participate in the competition, and secondly, it can be used for case teaching."
"As for the damaged items, the school will set up an investigation team. After the investigation, I will definitely make him compensate you and apologize."
Meng Tang didn't say anything for a long time, and Chen Xunli said humbly, "Little Ancestor, Little Junior Sister, please give me some face?"
Meng Tang was really not used to it, so he took a step back and said, "Dean, you are not my senior brother. My grandfather has never acknowledged you as his apprentice."
Chen Xunli played the emotional card with her: "When I was young, I stayed at your house for two or three years. How can I not be considered your senior brother? Don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter for you."
Meng Tang nodded: "As long as it's not in vain, I accept it."
"Okay, wait for my news. Go to class first." Chen Xunli said and turned his head again. "Or if you're in a bad mood, you can skip class. I'll tell Lao Wang."
Meng Tang: "...No, I'm going to class."
Meng Tang was absent-minded all morning.
It was not until after school that someone reminded Meng Tang and he put the damaged manuscripts into a folder and took them away.
The students had almost all left, and the corridor was empty. She stepped out of the door, and suddenly a voice wrapped in laughter came over:
"Why are you walking so slowly? Your classmates have all left. Aren't you hungry?"
Meng Tang looked up and saw Wei Chuan, startled: "Why are you here?"
She was in a bad mood and her tone was light and dull.
"What's wrong with you?" Wei Chuan stepped forward and touched her forehead with the backs of his two fingers. "You seem weak. Are you sick?"
"Nothing." Meng Tang hid for a moment and walked south along the road.
"The cafeteria is here, where are you going?" Wei Chuan pulled her arm, and with a "clang", the folder fell to the ground, and the manuscript fragments fell to the ground and spread out at their feet.
"This..." Wei Chuan squatted down, picked up one and looked at it. The lines were exquisite and smooth, and the atmosphere was natural. "How can it be broken?"
Meng Tang also squatted down and picked up the cards one by one.
Wei Chuan frowned and asked, "What happened? Someone bullied you? Tell me, and I'll bring some people to beat him up."
Meng Tang shook his head and closed his lips tightly to endure the grievance.
It was a small ball, and Wei Chuan couldn't see her expression, so he gathered the pieces together and stuffed them into her hand.
"What's wrong?" Wei Chuan couldn't help but asked again, his tone gentle, with a bit of coaxing and concern.
Meng Tang didn't want him to see her sore eyes, so she turned her head away.
But the tears did not stop and fell on the folder with a "click".
Wei Chuan's scalp tingled. Was he crying?
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