Chapter 2141: Pressure Brings Motivation

Wang Zi was stunned.

Then he confirmed again: "Brother Mobai is asleep?"

"Yeah, he looked very tired when he came back from outside. I even heard snoring when I just passed by his bedroom door."

Calculating the time, Jiang Mobai shouldn't have been home for long.

And yet he was already sleeping so soundly he was snoring?

Just how exhausted was he!

Wang Zi was filled with emotion.

At the same time, he heard Li Moning's words in his ear: "Do you have something to ask my brother for?"

"I do have something, but it's not very urgent. Tell Brother Mobai for me, have him call me back when he wakes up."

"Okay, no problem."

After ending the call with Li Moning, Wang Zi took a deep breath.

Then he sped toward the training ground.

At this moment, Wang Zi did not yet know that the old professor had already woken up.

He knew even less that the students, colleagues, and even reporters the old professor had contacted were all arriving at the Hospital one after another.

Once their group was gathered, the interview began.

This was a live-streamed interview.

At first, the number of viewers was not high.

But this did not affect the old professor's performance.

He was tearfully pouring out his heart and admitting his mistakes.

He also apologized to the students he had exploited, hoping to receive their forgiveness.

The few students invited had been given benefits in advance, so naturally, they would shake hands and make peace with the old professor.

As for the old professor's colleagues, they would occasionally praise the old professor for his rigorous work and poor health.

In short, they were playing the victim on the old professor's behalf.

And the subtext of playing the victim was: the old professor is already this miserable, so to pursue the matter further would be heartless...

The entire interview could be called a meticulously designed performance.

Every participant had superb acting skills.

As the reporter controlling the rhythm of the performance, they opened by asking a very critical question: "Why did you choose this moment to suddenly and high-profilely expose your own scars?"

"Because... someone is using this matter to blackmail me!"

"Who is this person?"

"That person has immense wealth; as an ordinary citizen, I dare not say his name, otherwise his gold-medal legal team would make me pay until I'm bankrupt!"

The old professor kept saying he didn't want to mention the other party's name.

But the clues he gave were too pointed.

Just by thinking about it, one could guess the other party's identity.

This kind of "wanting to speak but holding back" ignited the viewers' enthusiasm for discussion.

At the same time, the number of viewers kept increasing.

The reporter cooperated with the old professor and continued to ask: "Then do you regret it?"

"I only regret not revealing the wrong things I've done sooner! All these years, I have been constantly tormented by my conscience!"

As he spoke, the old professor sighed deeply.

His sigh sounded quite world-weary.

It made people look on and couldn't help but feel heartache for this elderly man in the twilight of his years.

The reporter even praised him: "Being able to take the initiative to admit your mistakes is also a kind of courage."

"I wouldn't dare claim that; I am willing to take responsibility for the mistakes I have made. But if they want to use this as leverage to make me say things that hurt my granddaughter... that is absolutely impossible!"

As the old professor spoke, he turned his head to look at Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian had been sitting quietly the whole time.

Feeling her grandfather looking at her, she murmured with red eyes: "Grandpa, it's all my fault..."

"You did nothing wrong; the ones who are wrong are those who want to use their power to make us bow our heads! Although we are humble and have no influence, we have justice in our hearts. You must remember what Grandpa said!"

Xiao Qian pursed her lips and nodded forcefully.

The old professor's ambiguous words sparked quite a bit of discussion.

The results of the discussion were all over the place.

But there was no doubt that the reputations of Jiang Mobai and the others were severely affected.

And this was the old professor's true goal.

He wanted to nail these few people to the pillar of shame!

To leave them with no way out!!

Thinking of the condemnation Jiang Mobai and the others were about to face, a flash of a smile appeared in the depths of the old professor's eyes...

In the bedroom, Jiang Mobai was not sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, he woke up from his dream in a start.

His eyes were wide open, his breathing rapid.

After a long while, he finally calmed his breathing.

Jiang Mobai propped his body up with his arm, intending to open the window for some air.

As a result, he first saw a note on the table.

That pink slip of paper was certainly not a possession of Jiang Mobai.

It must have been left for him by someone intentionally.

Who could it be?

Jiang Mobai curiously picked it up to take a look.

He discovered that it was Li Moning's handwriting.

Written on it was: Call Wang Zi back as soon as you wake up.

Below this line of text, Li Moning had drawn two cute little patterns.

Childish!

Jiang Mobai smiled, then picked up his phone and called Wang Zi.

The phone rang for quite a while before Wang Zi finally answered.

And the background noise from his side made Jiang Mobai knit his brows: "Not at the Hospital?"

"No, there's a simulation training this afternoon. I really couldn't avoid it, so I had to come to the training ground first."

Simulation training...

Jiang Mobai knew how important this kind of training was for team members nearing a competition.

Yet he had made Wang Zi sacrifice training time to run around with him...

Jiang Mobai said apologetically: "It was me who delayed your time."

"Hey, why say such things to me? That's too formal! As for the Hospital... the old man might not have woken up yet; I'll go check on him after I finish training."

"Absolutely not, you just focus on your training; I'll go."

"But..."

Before Wang Zi could finish, Jiang Mobai reminded him first: "Have you forgotten? You promised me you would take first place."

"... Of course I remember."

"Then train well and don't let me down."

Jiang Mobai's exhortation made Wang Zi feel the pressure.

But pressure is also motivation.

Wang Zi said excitedly: "Just wait for my good news!"

"Mm, good luck."

After Jiang Mobai finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Then, the relaxed expression slowly vanished from Jiang Mobai's face.

Jiang Mobai always felt a sense of panic in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he still decided to make a trip to the Hospital.

Who would have thought that upon arriving outside the old professor's ward, he would discover there were many people inside.

Sensing that something was wrong, Jiang Mobai immediately dodged and hid in a corner.

The position he chose was excellent.

Before long, the old professor and a reporter walked over.

They did not discover Jiang Mobai's presence and were still exchanging polite pleasantries.

The old professor said first: "It was really hard work this time, coming all this way."

"Not at all, today's interview was very brilliant; I believe you will get what you wish for."

The reporter spoke very vaguely.

Yet the old professor understood perfectly.

He even feigned a helpless expression and said: "If he hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't be bickering with a younger generation."

"Sigh, who's to say otherwise. But speaking of which, why would that person want to make things difficult for you and your granddaughter?"

The reporter knew about the conflict between the professor's granddaughter and Qingkong.

But he could not understand why Jiang Mobai would want to get involved.

Regarding this, the old professor's explanation was: "Rich people are bored and just want to find some exciting things to pass the time. Or perhaps... he is standing up for Qingkong."

"But these two only just met; would their relationship really be that good?"

"Perhaps it was love at first sight."

Jiang Baobao looked at the man in front of her, her heart feeling as if it had been pricked by a needle.