Part 2
The questioning boy’s anger suddenly seemed heavier than Wen Rong’s, the victim. He clutched his chest, inhaled deeply preparing to ask more, when Wen Rong shrugged his shoulders and choked out a sob. “At first, I guessed the person hitting me with the ball was Shi Ye, because he has been bullying me since the day I registered.”
“At that time, no one came out to help me, and they were shouting for another ball. I was too scared. I felt like if I didn’t do something, I would be beaten to death by Shi Ye, so I acted on impulse.”
“Senior, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you weren’t doing it on purpose.”
Those who were present that day and those who weren’t all shut their mouths tight, anxiety unbearable in their hearts.
Can this idiot speak properly?
How does someone so dumb dare to go out alone?
Wen Rong began to fall silent in a very stupid and infuriating way.
Everyone ground their teeth, their butts lifting off their stools several times, mouths opening and closing, closing and opening, wishing they could speak for him.
The only person present who could still smile was Zhao Zeryang, the beneficiary. He eagerly asked Zhou Xie, “He has already admitted his mistake. Can we start voting? I request that Wen Rong listen to my orders and take care of my injury.”
Zhou Xie adjusted his glasses. “Does the jury have anything else to ask?”
The jury was silent, their expressions ugly.
Zhou Xie never cared about others’ emotions; he only followed procedure. “Both sides have finished their statements. Now for the jury vote by show of hands. Raise your hand if you agree that the Special Recruit should be handed over to Zhao Zeryang for disposal.”
Zhao Zeryang wasn’t curious about the result. All 13 jury members were on his side; they had agreed at dinner last night to support him no matter what.
Greedy eyes glued themselves to Wen Rong, admiring the soul-snatching beauty while thinking about how to enjoy it properly next.
“0 votes.”
Zhou Xie’s cold voice nearly knocked Zhao Zeryang unconscious.
What?!
He looked back at the jury in disbelief.
Everyone on the jury looked away.
Until Zhou Xie asked, “Raise your hand if you agree that Zhao Zeryang provoked trouble and should be penalized with a Yellow Card.”
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
13 hands went up.
Zhao Zeryang’s eyes widened. “What did you agree to?”
Zhou Xie: “Passed unanimously.”
“Wen Rong just admitted he hit me!”
Zhou Xie: “Were you really not doing it on purpose?”
“Absolutely not on purpose. The people from the Tennis Club can testify.”
Zhou Xie took off his rimless glasses, rubbed the center of his brows hard, and didn’t answer him.
Zhao Zeryang, receiving no answer, was furious. He questioned the jury, “What are you doing? Why didn’t you agree? Last night—”
Zhou Xie interrupted what he was about to say. “Zhao Zeryang, are you taking me for a fool?”
Zhao Zeryang froze, like a robot that suddenly lost its battery.
The whole room fell into a deathly silence.
“According to the jury’s voting results, Zhao Zeryang needs to pay a sum of compensation to Wen Rong. The specific amount will be notified by the system. By the way, Zhao Zeryang receives one Yellow Card penalty.”
“Wen Rong hit me too. Legally speaking, it’s mutual combat. If I compensate him, he should also take care of my injury.”
Zhou Xie raised his chin, a ruthless light flashing in his eyes. “Compensation is the punishment for you hitting someone with a ball. The Yellow Card is what I am giving you—contacting the jury before the trial, twisting the facts on the spot, forming cliques to give false testimony. The Student Council isn’t your home, and I am not your father. Pulling these low-level tricks on my turf… do you think you can play me like a monkey?”
Zhao Zeryang’s arrogance dissipated completely.
Zhou Xie’s father was the President of the Federation, rated as the toughest leader in nearly a century. Zhou Xie himself was cut from the same cloth as his father. As the Student Council President of Floriman Academy, the person with the most power among the students, he was iron-fisted and absolutely did not allow anyone to challenge his authority—otherwise, the penalty card system wouldn’t exist.
Even Shi Ye had eaten humble pie with Zhou Xie.
Regarding yesterday’s vote, Zhao Zeryang certainly didn’t naively think he had truly won.
The day before the vote, Zhou Xie had called him to the office and verbally notified him: Continue preparing for the Tennis Club’s recruitment activities.
No promises, no exchange of benefits, just a statement, solving the problem that had kept Zhao Zeryang awake since the start of school.
In this moment, Zhao Zeryang finally realized that he was just like Shi Ye yesterday—thinking victory was in the bag, but before walking into this conference room, Zhou Xie had already decided who won and who lost.
Just a little bit more.
Fear and unwillingness intertwined in Zhao Zeryang’s heart. He turned his head to look at Wen Rong again—the small boy still kept his head buried, seeming unable to stop crying, his hands supporting his knees trembling slightly.
This fragile appearance was inexplicably alluring, like a flower.
Soon, Zhao Zeryang discovered that he wasn’t the only one being seduced; everyone was looking.
In an instant, a terrifying desire was born in his heart: he wanted to snatch him into a greenhouse and raise him well, forbidding anyone else to look.
Click.
The conference room door was opened by Leon, startling everyone awake.
Zhou Xie stood on the podium and ordered, “I need to continue using the conference room. Unrelated personnel, get out.”
Everyone stood up and walked out reluctantly.
Inside the conference room, Wen Rong remained motionless, his head still buried extremely low, chin pressed tight against his chest.
He wasn’t crying.
Excitement flashed in his hidden eyes.
Six Hours Ago
Leon placed the selected spectacle frames in front of Wen Rong, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Wen Rong, you seem to never dare to look at my face.”
Wen Rong froze, his gaze sweeping quickly over Leon’s chin, then looked back at the mirror with some fear. “I-I look.”
Leon reached out and fiddled with the spectacle stand on the glass counter, picking out a pair of rimless glasses and handing them to him. “Look again now, and then guess what I want to say.”
Wen Rong had to turn his head and look carefully at Senior Leon’s face.
His skin was very white, his features chiseled, his eye sockets the most three-dimensional, very deep, adorned with azure eyes.
Wen Rong thought the Senior was very handsome. If possible, he wanted to look like this too.
But guessing what the Senior wanted to say through this face was a bit difficult for him.
“Senior, I can’t guess.”
“Try.”
Wen Rong asked tentatively, “Senior, you are very good-looking?”
Pfft.
Leon turned his head and laughed, raised a hand to rub his nose, then turned back to frown and ask, “What about this?”
“You… are unhappy?”
“Very good, so you can tell.”
Leon opened his mouth slightly, making a gesture of wanting to speak but stopping, and asked again, “What about this?”
“You want to speak?”
“Thinking about speaking but can’t say it.” Leon added a frown to this expression. “What about this?”
“Very angry, want to speak but can’t say it?”
“It’s very anxious, wanting to speak, but unable to say it.”
Wen Rong said seriously, “Senior, you should say it out loud whether you like it or not.”
Leon couldn’t help laughing again. “I just want to teach you that when a person shows this expression, it means he is wavering.”
Wen Rong was even more confused.
Because when the Senior helped him, he didn’t show such an expression.
“Do you know why the jury system exists?”
Wen Rong shook his head.
“The existence of the jury is to add some humanity within legal rules, making the judgment result closer to reasonable.”
“So the only thing a person walking into court needs to do is to make the jury stand on their side through defense.”
Leon placed the glasses on Wen Rong’s face and continued, “Our school’s jury is full of idiots. You only need to do two things now. First, buy a pair of clear glasses; second, prepare several completely different speeches. When the trial starts tonight, you stare deadly at the faces of those idiots in the jury and test those speeches one by one. As long as the jury shows the expression I just made, it means that speech is most favorable to you. Then you keep using that speech to defend yourself, and you will get unexpected results in the end.”
The memory ended.
The evening glow slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, tracing several rays of light in the air.
Wen Rong stood up excitedly, his shadow swaying on the wall.
He didn’t expect the method taught by the Senior to be even more useful than finding a reporter.
Although he still didn’t understand why those people had no reaction when he argued back, but helped him when he pretended to be pitiful.
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