Chapter 142: Subsequent Handling

Hurriedly hiding under the teaching building.

Yu Youwei looked at the fresh and clean-looking Wu Yue'er and Chen Shanni, then compared them to her own soggy sneakers and pant legs, unable to help feeling a wave of bitterness, while simultaneously a thought arose.

But it was immediately abandoned.

With Shen Yan's current attitude, wanting to move into the Shen Family was simply hell-level difficulty; it was better not to ask for a snub.

"You really weren't hurt last night, were you?" Yu Youwei looked Shen Yan up and down, asking with concern.

Shen Yan nodded slightly and said they should head into the classroom first, as class was about to start.

As the group just walked into the classroom, in an instant, the entire room's gaze focused on them, looking at Shen Yan as if he were a god, as if they had discovered some rare treasure.

"Shen Yan, I heard you took on five people yesterday; you're like a heifer on a plane—your awesomeness has reached the heavens."

"Shen Yan, brother, I don't admire anyone, but I admire you."

"Shen Yan, my admiration for you is like the surging river, endless and continuous, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, once started, it cannot be stopped."

"Can you say something fresh?"

"Shen Yan, I support you; resolutely strike down all evil forces."

"That bunch of parasites in the Student Union should have been cleaned up long ago."

Without a doubt, after last night's incident, Zhou Qing's reputation was completely ruined.

And Shen Yan had become a hero fighting against evil forces, once again becoming famous throughout Hangzhou University.

The reason the students admired Shen Yan was not only because of his astonishing combat power, but more importantly, the calm and composed demeanor he displayed when faced with the overbearing pressure from senior students was truly convincing.

Especially those sharp, sword-like counter-arguments that went straight to the opponent's vital points.

In stark contrast, Zhou Qing, besides acting like a fox borrowing a tiger's might in this contest, was simply like a ridiculous clown.

No matter how you looked at it, it was like a classic scene of a male lead acting cool in a novel.

Such a noisy scene only subsided when the class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats, while Shen Yan took out his notebook and began to review the Excel file submitted by Han Yi.

It recorded the workload of every worker from the time Shen Yan took over the factory until yesterday, with different divisions of labor, including plate making, cutting, sewing, quality inspection, and other processes.

According to the unit price of each process, the finance department had calculated the wage details for all workers, waiting only for Shen Yan's approval and the arrival of funds to pay the workers on time.

Skillfully using multiple formulas, it didn't take long for Shen Yan to reach a final conclusion; the data was generally quite accurate, but the final statistical result differed from the actual factory output.

He marked the two scarlet spots and sent them to Han Yi.

"Check this again; the piece-rate counts for these two workers are off."

Ten minutes later, Han Yi replied: "Sorry! Boss, the finance department made a calculation error by mistake; I will correct it right away."

Shen Yan: "Pay attention in the future; don't make such basic mistakes again."

Han Yi: "Yes! Boss!"

Just as Shen Yan finished his work, he saw Wu Yue'er playing Candy Crush, her pretty face glowing with spirit, her fingers sliding quickly and nimbly across the screen.

Lin Yang was idling nearby and asked Wu Yue'er why she wanted to work as a part-time model, and if her family had encountered difficulties; Wu Yue'er was slightly stunned and replied: "No, I just want to earn my own money to spend."

"You shot clothing photos for an online store last time, so you're an online model?"

"I do whatever makes money; I've done car shows, runway modeling, and print modeling."

"Wow! Doesn't that mean you have to run all over the country?" Lin Yang's face was full of surprise.

He had originally thought Wu Yue'er was just doing part-time work occasionally, just playing around, but now it seemed the situation was far more complex than he had imagined.

An eighteen-year-old girl had actually experienced so much.

"Yeah! I've even been to Lujiazui in Shanghai and Chaoyang District in Beijing, but I haven't really had a chance to play properly," Wu Yue'er said casually.

Lin Yang was curious about how much a car model could earn in a day; Wu Yue'er glanced at him and spat out the two words: "Secret."

Lin Yang scratched his head and asked Wu Yue'er to talk about what she had seen and heard as a model and any interesting events she had encountered; inadvertently, he also began to probe into Wu Yue'er's family situation, though he didn't show any other intentions.

At first, Wu Yue'er chatted intermittently, but later she became somewhat annoyed by the questioning and stopped talking altogether.

Lin Yang knew when to stop.

Shen Yan saw everything, and his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Lin Yang's obsession had not faded; he was just forced by the current situation to move from the open to the shadows, playing the game of "crossing the sea under the cover of darkness."

He hoped he was just worrying unnecessarily.

Just as Shen Yan expected, although Zhou Qing was suspected of the crime of intentional injury, it did not cause adverse consequences, and in the end, he was only detained for five days and fined five hundred yuan before being released by the Police Station.

He didn't even leave a criminal record.

As for the school, they gave him a "Probation" disciplinary action and required him to write a two-thousand-word self-reflection letter to repent and reflect on himself.

Under normal circumstances, for students who violate discipline, the school usually gives five different levels of punishment depending on the severity: Warning, Serious Warning, Demerit, Probation, and Expulsion.

This sort of thing is a matter of opinion; on the surface, it seems to have played a certain warning role, but in reality, these so-called punishments are purely formalistic and have no substantive impact.

Only those young people who have not experienced it might restrain their behavior for fear of more severe punishment, but once the limelight passes, they often relapse into their old ways.

The ancients said: "The passing of time is like this river, never ceasing day or night."

No matter how big the storm, it could not withstand the scouring and erosion of time; gradually, the uproar caused by the Zhou Qing incident also disappeared into nothingness, like waves hitting the beach.

Life moved on, new stories continued to unfold, and old events were forgotten in the long river of time.

Perhaps someone would occasionally mention this matter, but it was just talk after a meal. For most students, they cared more about the trivialities before them, busy with their studies, families, and social circles.

The only difference was that Zhou Qing had become thoroughly famous this time; of course, it was the kind of notorious, foul-smelling fame!

Those former friends and classmates all avoided him like the plague, as if they would suffer from being associated with him in the slightest.

Zhou Qing never expected that a casual act would push him into an abyss; it wasn't like he hadn't done that before, and it had always been successful, making those who dared to oppose him learn their lesson.

Yet he happened to capsize in the hands of that man.

That man showed no mercy when he acted, calling the police when he said he would, and his combat power was off the charts; Zhou Qing wanted revenge but had his reservations.

After all, he had worked so hard to get into Hangzhou University, and his future was bright; it wasn't worth sacrificing himself for a moment of anger.

Zhou Qing thought to himself: "Either don't make a move, or once you do, you must trample the person firmly under your feet."

The future is long, why be in such a rush for the moment.