3-9: The little beauty pretends to be pitiful
On her way to the office, Huaiyan felt uneasy.
From both a moral and logical standpoint, Bai Wenzhou shouldn't have called him out of class.
Huaiyan could no longer understand men.
He only felt that men were mysterious, like a thick ancient book, so thick that even the wind couldn't blow a few pages open.
Standing at the office door, Huai Yan took a deep breath, preparing to knock.
The door to Bai Wenzhou's office was suddenly pulled open.
Huaiyan was startled, but upon closer inspection, she realized what was happening.
There were more than ten people standing in the office, including four or five students in school uniforms and several men in police uniforms.
The boy instinctively took a step back.
But when she met Bai Wenzhou's gaze, she stopped in her tracks.
"Come in quickly," the teacher greeted Huaiyan as she opened the door, "we've been waiting for you."
Huaiyan remained standing there, stunned and hesitant to step forward.
He didn't know what was going on inside, and even with the original owner's personality, he should be terrified by now.
Huai Yan stared helplessly at Bai Wenzhou, her eyes filled with fear.
The boy looked utterly frightened.
"Come."
In the office, the man reached out his hand and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid."
Huaiyan leaned against the door frame, glancing uneasily at the teacher in front of her.
Then, he let go of the man's hand and timidly walked to his side.
“This is my student.” Bai Wenzhou put his arm around the boy’s shoulder and stated bluntly, “Everyone has already seen the surveillance footage.”
The lead policeman nodded upon hearing this and cast a scrutinizing glance at Huaiyan.
The boy was startled again, shrinking back behind Bai Wenzhou and whispering, "T-Teacher..."
The boy grabbed Bai Wenzhou's shirt from behind, and almost imperceptibly, Bai Wenzhou shielded the boy behind him in the next instant.
The lead police officer then looked away.
“We’ve looked into the matter,” the policeman said, his gaze shifting to the trembling men by the wall. “They all confessed when we took their statements yesterday.”
The young policeman behind me was holding a notebook, seemingly writing something down.
In short, a few seconds later, the people by the wall started shaking even more violently.
“Huai, don’t be afraid.” The principal, who was standing in the middle, stepped forward and said, “We all know that you are the victim.”
Everyone present had seen the surveillance footage.
Huai Yan looked up, not yet able to react, when the group started talking amongst themselves, and it was unclear what they were saying.
Until the very end, when the leader asked the few people in the corner to apologize to Huaiyan and asked him if he wanted to reconcile.
Only the boy reacted.
Bai Wenzhou gripped the boy's shoulders, his voice low and hoarse: "You have the right not to forgive."
Huai Yan stood there, stunned, scanning the people in front of her one by one.
He couldn't tell who the "Jia Hui" he had heard about yesterday was, and his eyes were completely blank.
The other person was also looking at him.
When facing the police, the men's eyes showed fear and apprehension.
But in those eyes, Huaiyan could clearly see hatred and anger.
The boy coldly withdrew his gaze and tightly gripped Bai Wenzhou's clothes.
As if triggered by unpleasant memories, the boy's eyes darted around, his voice choked, and his eyes reddened slightly: "T-Teacher..."
Bai Wenzhou frowned, his gaze towards the group turning cold.
The people who had seemed threatening just a few seconds ago immediately stood obediently at attention, their gazes darting around.
"Teacher," Huai Yan's voice was barely audible, yet firm, "I...I don't want to reconcile."
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After everything was resolved, Huaiyan continued to follow Bai Wenzhou closely.
Because Huaiyan did not choose to settle, the police officers handling the case have not yet left.
"Young man," the lead police officer said softly, as if afraid of frightening the boy, "you will need to go to the police station later to give us a statement."
The boy's eyes widened, and he timidly tugged at Bai Wenzhou's clothes, stammering, "I...do we really have to go?"
The two policemen exchanged a glance, conveying their feelings.
Actually, this statement should have been taken yesterday, but Huaiyan burned inkstone all day and became delirious.
In the end, all the excuses and reasons were shut down by Bai Wenzhou's statement, "He is sick."
During this time, Bai Wenzhou also called the doctor over and issued a medical certificate.
The veteran police officers all admired the man's meticulousness and thoroughness.
If Huaiyan does not choose to settle, these certificates and medical records will become evidence in court.
Furthermore, since the children are all adults, the situation is naturally not easy to handle.
However, Huaiyan knew nothing about what happened after that.
After that day, Huaiyan never met those four people again.
But Gao Jia eventually found out who those people were after making some inquiries.
"The reason things are complicated is because..."
Gao Jia kept them in suspense, and under the expectant gazes of Huai Yan and Jiang Yuxing, slowly said, "This matter involves more than just Huai Yan."
The way Huaiyan was locked in the public restroom that day, their methods clearly indicated that they had done it many times before.
Even the way they bullied him and their tone of voice sounded like those of a habitual offender.
After some investigation, it was discovered that Huaiyan was not the first victim.
Although some victims kept evidence afterward, it didn't cause much of a stir.
Because those four people also had some connections.
It wasn't until this incident, when Huaiyan's case escalated, that more than ten victims jointly petitioned the police station with evidence.
Therefore, the outcome is self-evident.
“They were lucky this time,” Xiangyang added. “They’re underage. If they were, the lawsuit would probably be enough to get them into serious trouble.”
And this doesn't completely solve the potential problems.
"I heard there are still a few people who haven't been implicated yet." Gao Jia curled his lip. "That group just arranges fights and picks trouble, and the police can't do anything about them."
Huai Yan listened outwardly, but secretly made a note of it in his mind.
Who knows, one day those people might come knocking on his door again.
Oh, and one more thing—
Gao Jia suddenly looked troubled, staring at Jiang Yuxing without saying a word for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuxing asked in a clear voice.
After spending a few days together, the group felt less like strangers.
Unable to resist Huaiyan and Gao Jia's overtures, Jiang Yuxing has now learned to smile.
“Well, it’s just that—” Gao Jia scratched his head, looking rather conflicted, “tsk, it’s just that…”
Xiangyang slapped his thigh and decided to just give up.
He yelled, "I'll say it!"
Gao Jia was worried about how to start the conversation, but upon hearing this, he felt relieved.
“Yesterday, Gao Jia and I went to ask Teacher Bai,” Xiang Yang paused, then continued, “Teacher Bai said…”
Gao Jia sighed and continued, "Teacher Bai said that your spot in the geography competition was taken by the top student from the next class."
“But the spots weren’t given by Teacher Bai,” Gao Jia added. “Teacher Bai only received the final completed registration form, and hasn’t submitted it yet.”
……What? !
"How...how could this happen?" Huaiyan asked anxiously, her voice trembling.
"Sigh, we were just guessing." Xiangyang's face was not good. "We asked Teacher Bai to look at the registration form. The first place in the next class is a relative of the grade director."
Gao Jia threw the book down, leaned back in her chair, and rolled her eyes: "Who doesn't know he likes to use connections?"
The number of places for the provincial geography competition is fifteen per school each year.
As is customary, the top five geography students from each grade should participate, with a total of fifteen spots available across the three grades.
It's truly unheard of for Jiang Yuxing to be overtaken in first place.
"Isn't there any other way?" Huai Yan glanced cautiously at Jiang Yuxing and whispered, "...Haven't you submitted the application form yet?"
However, Jiang Yuxing's reaction was surprisingly calm to Huai Yan.
The boy seemed to have anticipated this outcome, and when his guess was confirmed, he was mentally prepared.
So no matter how disappointing the result may be, it's still within expectations.
"It's alright," Jiang Yuxing reassured the three of them. "...It's just a competition."
The school has many events every year, not just geography competitions.
A scholarship will neither make Jiang Yuxing rich nor poor.
But anyone could see the disappointment in Jiang Yuxing's words.
Jiang Yuxing's grandfather is still in the hospital, and his grandmother is old and has no source of income.
The only support for the family now is Jiang Yuxing's part-time job and the subsidies from his student grant.
Although it was only one less scholarship.
But to make up for those few thousand yuan, Jiang Yuxing would have to work at least three more jobs.
Gao Jia, who has an impulsive temper, was also holding back her anger and didn't know how to comfort Jiang Yuxing.
"Why don't you try talking to Bai Wenzhou directly?" 073 said. "Bai Wenzhou is a geography teacher, so he should be more qualified to speak on this, right?"
Generally, only the subject group leader has a separate office.
Bai Wenzhou is a promising young man. Gao Jia once inadvertently revealed that even the principal's surname is Bai.
If we seek help from Bai Wenzhou, things might still turn around.
“Bai Wenzhou…” Huaiyan murmured, “Will he…would he listen to my opinion?”
His image in Bai Wenzhou's mind is likely that of a pervert.
Moreover, would Bai Wenzhou really return the spot to Jiang Yuxing just because he pleaded for it?
“Why not give it a try?” 073 said. “Things are already this bad, they can’t get any worse—”
Huaiyan: "..."
Huai Yan hesitated for three seconds, then slammed his hand on the table.
"What the hell?" Xiangyang was startled. "Where are you going?"
The boy clenched his fists, said nothing, but felt his whole body burning up.
Jiang Yuxing stopped paying attention to this and quietly focused on his writing.
By the time Huaiyan had walked all the way to the second floor, she was already starting to feel scared.
But there's no turning back now; he had already stopped at the door of Bai Wenzhou's office.
"Come in." The man's cold voice came from inside the door.
The boy stumbled through the door, his eyes slightly red: "Teacher... it's me."
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