"Your mom isn't angry with me, she's angry with Aunt Qian and the others, oh, and a few reporters too..."
Shen Liang said with a wry smile.
How could they do this?
When Shen Liang mentioned it, Wang Xiaojuan couldn't hold back anymore. She put her hands on her hips and cursed, "No matter if my son is the top scorer or not, even if my son failed the exam, he is still a genius that every university is fighting to recruit. What right do they have to make sarcastic remarks?"
"Are there any students in this neighborhood more outstanding than my son?"
"And I even treated them to hot pot last week!"
Seeing that Wang Xiaojuan was getting angrier and angrier, Shen Qian roughly understood what was going on. He guessed that his mother had encountered the same thing while strolling in the neighborhood. However, Shen Qian was still quite curious.
"My mom, you even treated them to a meal?"
"Hey, it's because you were on TV back then. Your mom's 'girlfriends' raved about you, and your mom was so happy that she naturally treated everyone to a meal," Shen Liang explained.
He smiled and quickly comforted Wang Xiaojuan.
In reality, Shen Liang and Wang Xiaojuan's behavior was mostly an act; what they were more worried about was how their son would be affected by these rumors.
For Shen Liang and Wang Xiaojuan, they didn't care at all whether Shen Qian was the so-called top scholar.
There's nothing to complain about in life now. While Shen Qian was taking the college entrance exam in Mingcheng, Shi Dingyan helped Wang Xiaojuan get another treatment. In just two more months, the Marquis of Jingcheng will personally help Wang Xiaojuan completely cure her old ailment.
Yes, the Marquis of Jingcheng, who was high above like a god.
When they learned the truth from Shi Dingyan, Shen Liang and Wang Xiaojuan quickly accepted the fact because of the prelude to the expedition ceremony.
They didn't publicize it, but that doesn't mean they weren't happy inside.
My son has a promising future, I am in good health, and we have enough to eat every month... What more could I ask for?
The family of three quickly forgot about the unpleasantness and sat together happily to have breakfast.
The reporters downstairs were still there, and a lot of onlookers had gathered. Shen Qian was too lazy to pay attention to them. He tried to check his results twice more, but got stuck halfway through.
However, Shen Qian was actually aware of his own performance, so he didn't care too much, since he was just a matter of time before he found out.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
Shen Qian's first thought was that the reporters had come knocking on his door. He frowned and looked through the peephole, then showed a surprised expression.
"Brother Song, what brings you here?"
Shen Qian opened the door and let Song Ye, who looked like he was in a hurry, in.
"Shenqian, I was on a mission when you called back, so I didn't answer... Did you see the message I left you?"
Song Ye said hurriedly as soon as he entered the room.
“I haven’t been looking at my phone much, I have too many messages. But how did you know I was home, Brother Song?” Shen Qian shook his head and then asked curiously.
Because Song Ye came directly without contacting him.
Song Ye hesitated, but Shen Liang looked knowing. He poured Song Ye a cup of tea and then pulled Wang Xiaojuan into the bedroom, leaving the two of them alone.
"Looks like you really haven't been looking at your phone," Song Ye said with a wry smile. "Your news is everywhere right now."
Shen Qian thought of something, went to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly tuned to a local channel in Jingcheng. Sure enough, the video showed him being ambushed by reporters when he returned to his neighborhood.
"Today, after our reporter's continuous stakeout, we finally met Shen Qian, the 'Pride of Jingcheng' who is currently in the eye of the storm, in the Xingfu residential area where he lives. However, his attitude was not friendly..."
"By making such an indecent gesture towards the television camera, can we interpret Shen Qian's 'get lost' as being directed at everyone?"
"The deeper the love, the greater the responsibility. In any case, this reporter believes that Shen Qian's actions were highly inappropriate..."
When the video showed Shen Qian giving the middle finger, Shen Qian turned off the TV.
He didn't even need to turn on his phone to know that another wave of discussion had probably broken out online.
“That’s just how people are; they can be easily misled. Don’t take it too seriously, Shenqian,” Song Ye comforted him.
"It's alright." Shen Qian waved his hand. "Brother Song, is this what you came for?"
"No, that's not it. It's like this: yesterday, our Jingcheng Armed Police Bureau received a document from the Armed Police Department..."
Song Ye carefully chose his words and said, "It's an arrest warrant, and the target is...you."
"An arrest warrant?" Shen Qian narrowed his eyes. "What crime?"
“Slaughtering one’s own kind.” Song Ye said with a bitter smile, “After you told me about what happened in Toothless Valley last time, I realized that the Martial Arts Department probably wouldn’t let this go so easily.”
"I just didn't expect their retaliation to come so quickly, and in such a drastic way, leaving no room for maneuver, and even... directly putting your name on the blacklist."
"What is the blacklist?" Shen Qian asked, puzzled.
"That's a bounty list exclusive to the Martial Arts Department, corresponding to the Red List of the Martial Arts Department. It's mostly for martial artists who have committed heinous crimes and escaped into the forbidden zone," Song Ye explained simply.
"So, I was convicted for no reason?" Shen Qian said coldly. "They just take whatever the Martial Arts Department says."
“Of course not!” Song Ye shook his head. “That so-called arrest warrant was simply shelved by our bureau chief. At least in Jingcheng, nobody takes it seriously, and there’s something fishy about it…”
“In the past, arrest warrants were jointly issued by the Martial Arts Department, the Police Force Division, and the Martial Law Department, or at least two of them. But this time, the document only bears the seal of the Martial Law Department.”
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