Jian Yunxi was really impressed. She always brought big surprises to the people around her inadvertently.
"Ah? I'm not in love!" Chen Shasha felt aggrieved.
"How can you be heartbroken if you're not in love, sister?"
Chen Shasha’s train of thought is still so unique.
"Oh, Xixi, don't you know, if I fall in love with someone and then he doesn't like me, then I must be heartbroken."
Jian Yunxi held her forehead and sighed. Yes, that was true, but she was so jumpy that she thought she had really missed her love.
"Wait, Sasha, can I ask you a few questions?"
Jian Yunxi suddenly remembered the experience of Chen Shasha pursuing Jiang Zhuang in the senior year of high school. He didn't want history to repeat itself.
"Did you hit him on purpose?"
"No."
"You didn't splash water on him while he was washing his face, did you?"
"How is that possible!"
"Did you hit him with the ball?"
"How could that be, Xixi, do you think I'm sick?"
Jian Yunxi could hear Chen Shasha's rage and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no second victim.
"Besides, that was just my youth and ignorance in high school."
Chen Shasha rolled her eyes, but unfortunately Jian Yunxi didn't see it.
It seemed that Jian Yunxi was worrying too much. It turned out that Chen Shasha just sent a message to the boy asking him if he had a girlfriend, and the boy replied no.
Chen Shasha asked if he could consider her when he wanted to date in the future, but the boy replied coldly: "No, you are not my type."
Jian Yunxi advised him that if he didn’t like her, then he didn’t like her. The world was so big, so why couldn’t he meet someone who liked him/her?
Chen Shasha turned around and thought about it, and became happy again, which also improved Jian Yunxi's mood.
The good mood lasted until Sun Qimiao returned to the dormitory, because she conveyed an important news: the mock trial training was scheduled for two weeks later.
"Ah..." Wailing could be heard not only in Room 307, but in the entire dormitory building. The dormitory aunties were so scared that they came to every floor to ask if there were bugs in the room.
There are absolutely no insects in Beijing in winter!
"I want to know if this moot court training counts as credits?"
Huang Miao weakly raised his hand to ask a question.
"Yes, of course it does. Two credits!"
Sun Qimiao answered patiently: "Didn't the professor divide us into groups in the basic moot court course? We will work according to these groups during the practical training."
"This is just practical training within our major. In our sophomore year, we can participate in school competitions and even national competitions."
The results of the moot court practice will be determined based on the students’ actual performance in the competition.
The practical training competition mainly examines students' abilities in legal retrieval, document writing, courtroom debate, etc. As long as they achieve good results, they can pass the assessment and obtain credits.
Jian Yunxi was not worried about this practical training. She had been practicing document retrieval and writing during their theoretical classes, and she had also helped write complaints and statements of attorney in the Legal Aid Association.
To her, the court debate was like a well-reasoned argument and a contest of wisdom and skill.
Every argument put forward and every piece of evidence presented was carefully planned and prepared.
Not only must one be familiar with legal provisions, but one must also have keen insight and strong logical thinking skills in order to be invincible in fierce debates.
Jian Yunxi told his roommates about his idea. It would be best to practice court trials in the dormitory when there is time, and even invite people from the neighboring dormitories to do it together.
Sun Qimiao also thought this method was feasible.
After the monitor finished compiling the names of each group, Court 307 officially opened.
The narrow dormitory instantly became a lively "courtroom". The desks were put together to form a judgement platform, and the desk lamps were transformed into "spotlights". The four girls quickly took their positions, and an unconventional mock trial began.
"Everyone stand up!" Huang Miao, who played the role of the clerk, shouted at the top of his voice, and his voice echoed in the small space.
The presiding judge, Jian Yunxi, pretended to push his nonexistent glasses, imitated the judge, tapped the book in his hand, cleared his throat and said, "The court is now in session. Please allow the plaintiff to state his claim."
The plaintiff Sun Qimiao looked aggrieved. He stood up from his chair, waved the wrinkled duty roster in his hand, and complained loudly:
"Your Honor, since the dormitory duty roster was established, Guo Xinyue has not cleaned the dormitory for three consecutive times. The garbage in the dormitory has piled up like a mountain, which has seriously affected our living environment! I demand that he fulfill his duty immediately and apologize to everyone!"
As he spoke, he showed the doll "jury" the garbage photos he had taken on his cell phone.
Upon hearing this, defendant Guo Xinyue immediately jumped up from the bed, crossed her arms and retorted: "That's because I have too much work to do in the student union recently and I really can't spare the time!
And I cut Hello Kitty's toenails last week, how can you say I am irresponsible?" He showed Hello Kitty's feet to the doll "jury".
Clerk Huang Miao and Judge Jian Yunxi buried their heads behind their books and laughed so hard that they twitched. Sun Qimiao pinched his thigh to suppress the urge to laugh.
During the cross-examination phase, both parties insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to each other.
Sun Qimiao released the chat records to prove that Guo Xinyue had no response to the duty arrangements.
Guo Xinyue took out the student union's activity plan to prove that she was too busy to handle everything.
The doll "jury" members snuggled together and listened attentively.
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