Perverting the Law for Personal Gain (II) Third Update

At eight o'clock in the morning, Finance University.

Yang Chen walked into the classroom with his bag. He scanned the room and paused at Qin Ze's empty seat before calmly sitting down in his own seat, opening his bag, and organizing the materials he had finished yesterday.

Professor Li hadn't arrived yet, and the atmosphere in the classroom was relaxed. The eight members greeted each other, chatting and laughing. The girls discussed entertainment news and gossip, while the men talked about current affairs and politics, criticizing the news and national policies.

Wang Shiyu, wearing glasses, looked around and asked, "Huh, why isn't Qin Ze here today?"

"He's probably late."

"He's only been here for a few days and he's already late every other day."

"He's probably got connections, so he doesn't care about these things."

"Whatever, let's just do our own thing."

Yang Chen, uncharacteristically, didn't offer an opinion. His face was slightly pale, and he nervously edited a message on his phone. Then, with a stiff expression, he remained silent.

A moment later, his phone vibrated slightly, indicating a message. Yang Chen quickly picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and saw that the other party had replied with a message: "My family has connections and can handle this matter. Give me another five thousand."

Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief spreading across his face. He immediately transferred five thousand to the other party.

Five thousand yuan was gone just like that. He still felt a pang of heartache, but if it solved the problem, he would be willing to spend even ten thousand.

Soon after, Professor Li arrived, clapped his hands, and said, "Qin Ze won't be coming anymore. Yang Chen, you continue to be responsible for the group's work. The calculations he didn't do yesterday, you'll have to work a little harder and help him complete."

The others exchanged glances.

Yang Chen could barely conceal the joy on his face, and he said loudly, "Professor, don't worry, this is my duty. I'll make up for Qin Ze's missed progress today and definitely won't hold everyone back."

Professor Li nodded in satisfaction. He had a public lecture this morning, so he gave a few instructions and left in a hurry.

Whispers filled the classroom as they discussed Qin Ze:

"Out of the blue, he's just not coming anymore."

"Maybe he couldn't handle it. After all, he's still a university student and can't adapt to the pressure we graduating students face."

"That's true, Qin Ze seemed pretty good."

After a few words, they stopped discussing the "quitter" junior. Qin Ze hadn't been in the studio for long and didn't interact much with them. If he left, he left, it wasn't a big deal. They were graduating students, and most of their classmates had gone out for internships. Not many stayed at school, and even they rarely paid attention to the Campus Forum. Otherwise, they would already know about Qin Ze's title of "Face-Slapping King."

The mentality of current students and graduating students was vastly different.

Qin Ze woke up early, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate the thick porridge that his mother had cooked and brought to the hospital. He could barely get out of bed, and any slightly larger movement would pull at his wounds. Because his intestines were injured, the doctor said he could only eat one meal of porridge a day to reduce the burden on his stomach, and the rest of the time he would maintain nutrition through IV drips.

Qin's Mom was a good, home-loving woman. After bringing Qin Ze the porridge, she said, "Oh dear, the blankets at home haven't been aired for days; the floor hasn't been mopped for days; the package I ordered online the day before yesterday needs to be picked up... Son, you stay in the hospital and recover. Mom will go back and take a look."

Qin Ze lay alone in bed, feeling lonely, empty, and cold, silently watching TV.

"Ding, Host, please note that the System's energy is insufficient and will absorb the Host's energy in seven days."

A long-lost voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Qin Ze was shocked: "Didn't you absorb it once last week?"

"The System absorbs energy on average once every half month." The System's voice was devoid of emotion.

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Qin Baobao gave a "Kiss" on the other end of the phone: "I'll pamper you when I get back, sis. Let's take care of business first."

That afternoon, a video went viral online, with its trending index exceeding one million and tens of thousands of replies.

In just one day, it became a hot search on Weibo: #KillingWithoutConsequences, A Tiny Policeman Covers the Sky with One Hand#

Qin Ze couldn't help but smile; it was quite the sensationalist headline. He clicked to watch the video, which was the thirteen-minute recording he had secretly made that day.

The Weibo post was made by a self-proclaimed victim named Qin Ze, and the writing was excellent, every word seemingly stained with blood, especially the line: Small officials and petty clerks cover the sky, I refuse to believe the world has no justice. Qin Ze applauded it inwardly.

Qin Ze swiped his finger, browsing the Weibo comments:

"This is so China. When will we have true democracy?"

"A disgrace to the profession. Execution is not enough to appease the public's anger."

"In this day and age, having connections means you can be king, the common people are nothing."

"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, hahaha."

"Damn, this thirteen-minute and thirty-second video gave me goosebumps all over. I wish I could rush in and chop up that guy and the **** fat woman."

"I'm reminded of a saying: Your salaries and emoluments are the fat and marrow of the people; the common people are easy to oppress, but Heaven is hard to deceive."

"Upstairs keyboard warrior, if you're so capable, you go do it."

"Ding, checking SB."

"Ding, Poster, your takeout has arrived."

"Check if you want, I still want to say, I'm very disappointed in this country anyway, I don't want to..."

"Wang Guomin: You bunch of idiots, dare to rebel? I have backing, I even dare to f*ck the sky."

"I hope that family dies a horrible death."

"If one day, I have no one to rely on in my old age, please bury me in the News Broadcast..."

"The greatest sorrow is greater than the death of the heart. Anyway, after watching the video, I only feel cold and despair. You only know how helpless and powerless you are when this kind of thing happens to you."

"A bunch of keyboard warriors, can't it just be a fight? Do you know the truth? Don't just spout nonsense."

"It seems that the person who was stabbed also beat someone into the hospital. In my opinion, neither of them is a good person."

"Amazing, lost the fight, can't compete with connections, so go online to gain sympathy."

"Both of them should go to jail, no problem."

"Idiot, this is real. I remember seeing the video of the stabbing this morning, it was posted online by the onlookers."

"Upstairs, you guys are the ****, haven't you seen the video from this morning? A group of people beat one person, and even stabbed him. He was just defending himself when he injured someone. If it were me, that person's grave would already have three zhang of grass."

"Am I the only one who noticed that the girl who stole the scene is too damn beautiful? I give her a ten for her figure, her profile is perfect, and her voice is nice."

"I give this kind of beauty a nine, and the last point, I can only give after experiencing it."

"Brother-in-law, your brother-in-law will help you settle this matter."

"Brother-in-law, which hospital are you in? I plan to come over and propose to your sister."

Qin Ze closed Weibo and exhaled a long breath.

As a veteran keyboard warrior, he knew that this kind of incident was most likely to arouse public outrage, and with internet water armies adding fuel to the fire, it was not surprising that it squeezed into the Weibo headlines and became a hot topic in just one day. With the current level of popularity, forming a tsunami of social opinion, it was only a matter of time before the relevant departments intervened.

He was not worried that this matter would cause any adverse consequences. First, everything was true and not spreading rumors. Second, a small police station captain really couldn't cover the sky with one hand. When the higher-level departments knew the situation, their first reaction would definitely be to thoroughly investigate the matter and give the public an explanation.