The Gods Judge the Case

"Haha, I'm just a teaching assistant, not quite 'sir' yet. Please just call me by my name, or 'Teaching Assistant Cuan' is fine too."

Because she still needed to arrange accommodation for Ling Huanxi, and since she and Yan Jinghong would be staying in the teachers' building and not with the students, Cuan Er said goodbye and left in a hurry.

Si Ming and Murong Qing went back to their rooms to pack their things, put away their luggage, and clean up.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Si Ming thought it was Murong Qing looking for him, but when he opened the door, he saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. She was wearing a linen dress, a headband with a bee pattern on her head, and carrying a basket of daily necessities, including clothes hangers, toothbrushes, soap, and other items. She was obviously there to sell things.

"They even have door-to-door sales here! I wonder if they'll even come to your door to recommend you apply for a bank card?"

Si Ming vividly remembered his university life in his previous life, especially the first few days after entering the campus. Bank cards, phone cards, and insurance policies came knocking on his door. After all, freshmen are easily fooled, while senior students are wary of any business involving ID cards. They won't process anything without a bribe or if the person is not a familiar acquaintance. Only the freshmen, confused and clueless, would unknowingly leak their ID card information.

Despite his complaints, Si Ming did need to buy a batch of daily necessities. As long as the quality and price were acceptable, he was willing to pay for them, saving himself the trouble of making a trip.

"How much are these things? I won't buy them if they're more expensive than in the supermarket."

The little girl quickly waved her hand, then made a few gestures. Seeing that Si Ming couldn't understand, she simply took out a piece of paper with the prices of various goods written on it.

"Can't you speak?" Si Ming asked.

The little girl nodded.

Si Ming glanced at her briefly and noticed that the dress she was wearing was indeed very simple, unlike that of a wealthy person, nor was it the kind of clothes that a professional beggar would deliberately soil and tear. Moreover, the basket was full of things, which would not be an easy task for someone of her size to carry. So he felt a pang of pity for her.

Si Ming picked out everything he needed from the basket, paid according to the price list, and then pointed to the next room, saying, "The lady in this room is also new; she needs quite a few things. Go find her."

The mute girl made a gesture of thanks and then went to knock on Murong Qing's door.

Si Ming didn't help persuade him. He could tell that although the other person was poor and disabled, he had a high sense of self-respect and might not be willing to accept other people's sympathy. Otherwise, he could earn more money by begging on the street in tattered clothes than by selling things door to door. There were even legends in his past life about beggars buying houses in Beijing's Third Ring Road.

After closing the door, Si Ming continued tidying the room, but not long after, he heard arguing outside the door.

"Could it be that Murong Qing got into an argument with the little girl selling things? That doesn't make sense; she's not like that."

Realizing he wouldn't be able to finish organizing things peacefully today, Si Ming simply piled his things aside, opened the door, and went out. He saw Murong Qing standing protectively behind the little girl in the doorway of the next room, arguing with three tall, burly male students.

"We've already said, door-to-door sales are not allowed here. This is a private dormitory, not a commoner's dormitory. If anyone is caught, both the seller and the buyer will be punished," said the horse-faced boy in the lead. "It's the school's rule, but since you're a foreign student and new here, ignorance is no excuse, so we won't report this. But you can't protect this girl; we need to take her to the guardhouse."

The little girl shrank back in fright. Murong Qing frowned and said, "Since it's the school's rule, I won't say anything. But she's just a child after all. Let her go this time and let her leave."

The horse-faced boy shook his head and said, "That won't do. Every country has its laws, and every school has its rules. Rules are rules, and they must be followed. Otherwise, the law loses its authority, and discipline is meaningless. I don't know which country you're from, nor do I know your previous attitude towards laws and regulations, but in France, we must strictly abide by our system. Everyone is equal before the law, and the school rules don't say that minors are exempt from punishment." After saying that, he reached out to grab the boy.

Murong Qing stopped him, saying, "I didn't have time to read the school rules, so I don't know the specifics of what you mean by 'rules,' but rules are rules, people are flexible. Can't you be a little more accommodating?"

"To be lenient is to undermine the law. If too much is done, the wall will collapse. Remember, a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole. If everyone thinks about being lenient, the law will be rendered meaningless, because no one will take the law seriously."

The horse-faced boy channeled his inner energy, trying to shake off Murong Qing's hand. However, when his True Qi surged forth, it was as if he had hit an iceberg, swirling back and bringing with it a chilling aura that made him shiver involuntarily.

The two boys traveling together thought their companion was being attacked, so they shouted and tried to subdue him.

At this moment, Si Ming snapped his fingers, and the sound spread out, accompanied by an invisible shockwave. The two boys swayed, their strength completely exhausted, and they collapsed to the ground.

This move comes from the "Nine Shao Pitch-Setting Art". Apart from the Internal Cultivation method, he has mastered all kinds of moves and techniques of this martial art. Moreover, he has not stopped studying it and is trying to further cultivate it to the point of perfection. In order to be free from being restrained when he faces Yuezheng Qiong in the future, and also to avenge the arrow wound.

Lin Qingtong used soft techniques to deal with Si Ming back then, and Si Ming then practiced soft skills Protestantism again. This time, he has the same plan: to defeat her in her strongest area.

"Who!" The long-faced boy looked at Si Ming, his eyes sharpening. "You want to protect a criminal too? Even if you're foreign students, you can't act recklessly. On our turf, you have to abide by our rules. Otherwise, if this gets to the academic affairs office, you won't get away with it."

Si Ming chuckled and said, "I know, that's why I came here specifically to explain. This girl isn't actually here to sell anything; she's here to deliver something. I don't think your school's rules prohibit having people run errands to deliver things."

"Nonsense! If she was just delivering something, where did the money in her pocket come from?" a boy sitting on the ground retorted.

"Of course it was a tip from me. I'm always generous, so I don't care about such a small amount. You are all nobles, so you don't think my tip is too much, do you?"

The long-faced boy said, "Where did you buy this? We need to check."

"You might have misunderstood. When I said she delivered something, I didn't mean I bought something at the store and asked her to deliver it. I meant she gave me something for free."

The horse-faced boy sneered, "She's no relation to you, why would she give you something?"

"Of course it's because I'm handsome!"

Si Ming said in a matter-of-fact tone, "She admires me and fell in love with me at first sight, so she wants to give me gifts. This kind of thing is very common for me. In the past, many girls have insisted on giving me gifts for no reason, which annoyed me a lot. Why are these women so superficial? They only care about my stunning looks and don't care about my inner virtues."

He then gave the three boys in front of him a blatant once-over and said, "None of you have ever had this kind of trouble. I'm so envious!"

Chapter 482 The Divine Solving of the Case

The long-faced boy was both embarrassed and angry. "Nonsense! You're just making excuses! This girl is clearly here to sell things in the dorm building; anyone can see that!"

Si Ming picked at his ear and asked, "Where's the evidence?"

"What did you say?"

"So please produce the evidence, the evidence that this girl came to sell things. If you want to arrest someone according to the rules, you must first prove that the other party has committed a crime. Can you just arbitrarily convict someone based on their words? As a disciple of Legalist School, you can't be so ignorant of such a basic principle, can you?"

"We've caught them red-handed, what more evidence do we need!" the horse-faced boy said angrily.

Just then, a follower whispered something in his ear. His eyes lit up, and he pointed at the item in Murong Qing's hand, saying, "You said the girl gave you this because she admires you. Whether that's true or not is another matter, but we arrested her because she was doing business with this girl. Surely she doesn't admire this girl too, does she?"

"That possibility can't be ruled out," Si Ming smiled. "Of course, saying that would be insulting to your intelligence. The truth is simple: this girl wanted to pursue me, but I righteously rejected her because I already have a girlfriend. I told her that my girlfriend is very beautiful and I wouldn't even look at a girl like her. She was unconvinced and wanted to see it for herself, but she was captivated by my girlfriend's beauty and admitted that we were a perfect match. As an apology, she gave the gift to my girlfriend, hoping for forgiveness. This... what do you think of the truth?"

Murong Qing blushed slightly, glared at Si Ming, but said nothing.

The horse-faced boy, enraged, retorted, "Nonsense! What rubbish! You were just saying 'excuse,' weren't you?"

Si Ming's eyes narrowed, and he raised his voice. "The important thing isn't the excuse or the truth, but whether you can provide evidence to prove the fallacies in my testimony. Although I haven't seen your country's legal provisions, the principle of 'presumption of innocence' should be universally applied. I've heard that your Legalist School have a saying: 'The law doesn't care whether a person is innocent or not, it only cares whether they are guilty.' If you have no evidence to refute my testimony, then this girl is innocent!"

With a righteous and awe-inspiring tone, coupled with the tactic of using the opponent's own weapon against them, the momentum of the other party was immediately suppressed. The horse-faced boy opened his mouth, but for a moment he could not come up with a reason to refute it.