After leaving Gong Ya's house, Lin An returned to school to attend classes.
After the afternoon class, Lin An went to the Love Research Society Office to carry out daily work.
After practicing anti-poison and chicken-eating for two hours, it’s time for commissions.
The ninth commission is under the responsibility of President Ye Ju.
She opened the backend of the Lianyan official website and quickly selected the commission. She showed them the content of the commission:
Do good people deserve to be pointed at gunpoint?
"This commission..." Lin An smelled trouble.
[In the video, during the busy morning rush hour, an elderly woman accidentally fell and was unable to get up. Dozens of young office workers were walking around, but none of them helped the fallen woman up. My heart ached when I saw the video. Why has the morality of the entire society declined because of a few evil-minded elderly people? If I were in that situation, I would definitely help the woman up. Of course, I cannot underestimate the malice of others. I would record the video before helping her up.]
[The Saturday before last, when my best friend and I were shopping in the city, we saw an elderly woman riding an electric scooter fall down. Her arms and knees were bleeding. The passersby looked indifferent and no one went to help her. I followed my principles and prepared to help her. My best friend told me to mind my own business and be careful of being blackmailed. I angrily argued with her that I couldn't give up my conscience because of a few evil elderly people. I also told her that I had video evidence and would not be blackmailed. After asking her to help record the video, I helped the elderly woman up and kindly took her to the hospital.]
At first, the old lady was very grateful to me, thinking that I was a kind and good girl. If I hadn't helped her up, she might have died there. But after her son arrived at the hospital, the old lady changed her expression of gratitude and thought that I had hit her. I explained that I didn't hit her and that I was kind enough to help her up, but the old lady insisted that I had hit her. I felt sick and realized that I had encountered a small number of evil-hearted elderly people. I wanted to leave, but the old lady's son grabbed my wrist tightly and wouldn't let me go. I had no way to get away, so I decided to call the police 110.
[After the police arrived, I met my savior. I told them everything, and even called the video and my best friend. All the evidence proved that I was not the one who hit the old lady. I was just kind enough to help the old lady up because no one else was helping her. The old lady's son also saw the video and insisted that I was the one who hit her. Then I pretended to be a good person and helped his mother. The video was fake. The old lady grabbed the police's sleeve and cried to the sky, saying how pitiful she was and how painful it was to be hit. She insisted that the police must make a decision for her.]
This was the first time I encountered such a situation where right and wrong were reversed. I was furious and annoyed, and felt as sick as if I had eaten a fly.
The police asked about the situation in detail and were clearly on my side. However, the old lady and her son shamelessly demanded compensation from me. The police had no choice but to let me go back. They would check the surveillance footage and would not let me suffer any injustice.
On Monday, the police called me to the station. The old woman's son also came and checked the surveillance footage to confirm that I wasn't the one who hit her. He told the old woman to stop harassing me. I thanked the police officer and realized that justice was on my side. I thought the matter was over. Although I suffered a little loss, I will still help the old woman up next time I see an elderly person fall.
[However, the matter was not over yet. I don’t know how the old lady and her son knew about my school, but they brought injuries to my classroom and made a scene, thinking that I hit someone and didn’t pay compensation, and they felt very wronged. I immediately reported it to the counselor and called the police. After the police station understood the situation, they warned the old lady and asked them to go back. As a result, the old lady and her son came again the next day, making a scene in the classroom, and even threatened to expel me from the Academic Affairs Office. I was very annoyed and called the police again. The police also persuaded the old lady to go back, but the old lady started to play tricks and refused to leave no matter how much they persuaded her.]
I asked the police what to do. They said the old woman was over 70 and injured, so they couldn't force her. They told me to figure it out on my own. I'm just a female college student trying to prove that morality doesn't have to be compared to skateboarding. What can I do? I don't want to bother with these bad guys, but they're still hanging around school, spreading rumors that I hit someone and refused to pay. The school's intervention is useless, and it's frustrating for the school and the counselor. Some classmates even said that either I was the one who hit them and was pretending to be nice, or that they've been blackmailed so many times before and still dared to help the old woman. They deserved it. No one is on my side.
I'm completely despairing. What's wrong with this society? Do good people deserve to be pointed at gunpoint?
I didn't have an answer. The matter still needed to be resolved. I could only call the police again and negotiate with them, intending to admit my mistake and compensate them. However, they asked for 300,000 yuan. How could a young girl from a southern county town like me have that much money? The most I offered was 3,000 yuan. They refused. The old woman's son cursed at me, saying, "I hit someone and only paid 3,000 yuan. Doesn't it hurt my conscience?"
I was so angry I burst into tears. How could such a disgusting person exist in this world? I refused. The counselor who came with me advised me to pay for the damage, learn a lesson, and not cause trouble for the school again. I cried. Was it all my fault? But no one paid any attention. I gritted my teeth and said that 300,000 yuan was not enough, but that we could find a way to pay 30,000 yuan. They disagreed. After a long stalemate, the old lady's son suddenly came to me privately and said that if I married him, I would be one of them, and he wouldn't have to pay the 300,000 yuan.
I finally realized the reason Granny kept changing her mind and was so insistent was because she had a crush on me, but her son was a 50-year-old bachelor, short and shabby. Could I agree? What could I do? I didn't have 300,000 yuan, and I didn't want to marry a 50-year-old bachelor. The school and counselors kept putting pressure on me, my classmates kept slandering me, and my best friend also thought I was stupid and cut ties with me. I was desperate. What could I do?
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