The Reborn CEO Jiang Is Also Acting Coquettishly Today - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Every sin deserves its due punishment, especially crimes committed with the purpose of destroying someone else’s life. No matter how much Lin Su and her family caused a scene, if money needed to be paid, it would be paid; if she needed to be expelled, she would be expelled; and if she needed to be handed over to the police uncles, she would be handed over.

Jiang Zhixia was quite relieved that Lin Su was eighteen years old by nominal age, rather than under sixteen; otherwise, Lin Su might have been able to continue getting away with things for a while longer.

The next day was the weekend. When they returned for classes on Sunday night, Jiang Zhixia heard the class gossip-monger put down his backpack, looking very mysterious.

“Have you heard? That Lin Su from our grade—she’s being investigated.” the gossip-monger said with a solemn expression, as if sharing a great secret.

“Who is Lin Su? Why is she being investigated?” Fang Fang frowned. She was very sensitive to this topic.

Jiang Zhixia was lying on the desk catching up on sleep, but she cooperatively replied, “I don’t know either, let’s listen and see.” Regarding the privacy of the bullied girls, the school had given instructions that the details could not be spoken of. However, the joy of being a student lies in transforming into Sherlock Holmes and scouting for school gossip from every angle. The person with the best information was often the most welcomed and admired by classmates.

Several girls nearby pricked up their ears and started chiming in: “Why?”

“Don’t even mention it, she’s a total piece of scum. She came over from No. 3 High School after junior high; they say she only came here after breaking a little girl’s arm over there. As soon as she entered 10th grade, she wanted to be the grade boss, bringing a bunch of people around to bully everyone and even acknowledging several ‘big brothers’ from society; she was incredibly arrogant. In the end, she was caught fighting by the teacher, and they say they found nude photos of many girls on her phone, and then the school investigated her.” The gossip-monger’s vivid narration captured the hearts of the spectating students.

“Gosh, taking nude photos? She’s so disgusting.” The female students all frowned.

“I know, I know. I heard they went to ask people in the grade for statements; it must be the girls who were bullied. Wow, my classmate said they saw Lin Su cornering someone in the stairwell last time; my classmate wanted to go find a teacher at the time, but was specifically afraid of being retaliated against by those society people she knows. I didn’t expect her to be such a monster.” The student speaking grew lower in voice, clearly feeling sad upon remembering it.

Jiang Zhixia and Cheng Xi looked at each other. The two unknown insiders faded into the crowd, hiding their achievements and fame.

“Here, Jiang Zhixia, thank you for that day.” Cheng Xi gently handed over a cup of milk tea.

Jiang Zhixia noticed her cherry-blossom-colored nails. No matter how beautiful a nail polish was, it couldn’t produce such a natural color; it was just like Cheng Xi herself.

“No thanks needed.” The corner of Jiang Zhixia’s mouth curved up, and Cheng Xi turned back around without any lingering.

Sob.

Fang Fang and the other students, who were fully focused on the discussion, did not notice the interaction between Jiang Zhixia and Cheng Xi; otherwise, they would have jumped up and shouted: “Wow, is the sun rising from the west?” Everyone was exchanging intelligence from multiple angles and dimensions.

“Yeah, they say at the time she had taken that—that medicine,” the gossip-monger, satisfied with attracting everyone’s attention, elongated his voice, “and then she went into heat, and was even sent to the hospital.”

“Wow, this person is truly a pervert.” Everyone began to discuss Lin Su in a chorus of voices, learning about Lin Su’s deeds from multiple perspectives—their friends, their classmates, their brothers’ friends, their sisters’ classmates, and so on—including Fang Fang nearby, who couldn’t help but join the exchange. Everyone unanimously agreed that this person was a disgusting, rotten person and a piece of scum. Even when the bell for evening self-study rang, they were still reluctantly chatting with the people next to them.

“Ahem.” The teacher watching the evening self-study heard the whispering below and hinted, “Quiet, do your self-study properly.”

So, with rustling sounds below, notes began to be passed around. Fang Fang was passing them along nearby with great enjoyment.

Jiang Zhixia, completely ignored: Actually, you don’t know that I was the one who poured that medicine down her throat, and I seem to have inadvertently let Lin Su take the blame for it. But this person isn’t innocent at all, Jiang Zhixia’s conscience didn’t hurt one bit.

Taking a box of milk out of her desk, Jiang Zhixia began to write and draw while drinking. “Aiya, this milk tea is really sweet,” she whispered with the corners of her mouth turned up.

Cheng Xi in front: It seems to be just milk tea powder mixed from the snack bar.

Fang Fang, who was passing a note to the side, suddenly seemed to become angry and began to write furiously. Jiang Zhixia leaned over curiously to take a look and saw a small line of words on it: To be honest, why didn’t these victims speak up? If they had spoken up earlier, nothing would have happened.

The replies below began to show messy handwriting, written with quite a bit of force.

“Be honest, okay? Not everyone has the courage to speak up. Who would dare say they had nude photos taken of them? Tell parents? Tell teachers? Can it really have a practical effect? I don’t even know if No. 1 High School will suppress this matter.”

“It’s not like speaking out solves everything. I used to, back in primary school, when my parents weren’t around and sent me to boarding school, there would be older students snatching my money and threatening me not to tell the teacher; if I told once, they would hit me even harder the next time. The teacher won’t watch you every day; there’s always a chance for them to retaliate against you.”

“And it’s not like speaking out is useful. Teachers and parents will ask you why they don’t hit others but only hit you, and if it’s your problem. Or they’ll tell you it’s just normal squabbling between classmates and you’re too sensitive. Our school is okay, the teachers are quite responsible; in other schools, the teacher might just hope you don’t bother him.”

“What is all this? It’s so dark.”

“Won’t parents discover they are being bullied?”

“Tell you the truth, they won’t at all. Adults think it’s enough just to give you food and clothes; how would they care so much about you? They’ll even think it’s just adolescent rebellion. When I was in 8th grade at a very bad junior high, because I was too fat, I was called a ‘dead fat pig’ by the most naughty hoodlum in class who led others to insult me, and they even overturned my desk and threw trash at me. My parents only thought I was too sensitive. The teacher even told me it was just a classmate’s joke. Heh, I still hate them now. Last semester when I went back, I heard that boy was caught for robbery—I f***ing wish I could set off firecrackers.”

As the writing continued, boys began to join in.

“Me too. In the past, I was always extorted by older students. Once when the principal came over, that person put a half-smoked cigarette butt in my hand. I was stunned at the time and didn’t throw it away; everyone thought I was hanging out with them. Even my parents and teachers. Ironic, isn’t it?”

An A4-sized notebook was filled to the brim. Everyone began to pour out their experiences of having been subjected to school bullying. That initial sentence about why the victims didn’t speak up was gradually ignored.

Fang Fang’s eyes turned red as she read. She used to be very timid and was always bullied by others; it was only after meeting Jiang Zhixia—because she knew this person would definitely protect her—that she gradually became cheerful and lively. But when seeing these things, she would still think of her own past experiences and feel incredibly sad. These things really change a child’s entire life, yet with the inaction of parents and teachers and the isolated situation, how many people can truly overcome themselves?

Everyone’s emotions began to turn low, and they started to comfort each other.

“I hope No. 1 High School can handle this matter properly this time. Although I know it’s a long way off, I still really hope that school bullying can disappear one day.”

Jiang Zhixia propped up her chin in deep thought.

The children of their generation live quite a hard life. Their parents are busy with work and think it’s enough to provide the children with sufficient material things. They rarely focus on the children’s mental health. It’s not that they don’t love them, they just don’t have this awareness; after all, when they were young, they could grow up as long as they had a mouthful of food. School is originally the place where students stay for almost the longest time; once there are some bad people inside, well-behaved little children are simply at their mercy. This situation hasn’t been properly resolved even in later generations. Every year, news reports about such things are endless, not to mention those that aren’t exposed.

Jiang Zhixia decided to ride the coattails of the “heat” of this incident.

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