Chapter 222: Little Girl Sues Her Teacher

Chen Fan was dragged up the next day; before he even understood what was happening, Zhang Tianxiong and his men carried him off to another room.

Xiang Qinqin held up some items and said, "Makeup?"

"Yeah, makeup's required by upper management."

Chen Fan was speechless, squinting as he asked, "What's this all about?"

Song Zuer and Zhang Xinyu had changed into new clothes and stood aside, saying, "You slept too late last night; we've all been waiting for you, no one dared wake you."

Chen Fan was speechless, looking at Xiang Qinqin, saying, "What are you doing? You're putting makeup on me? I'm not dead yet."

"Don't think about that—it's not the point. Today we're taking photos of you."

Chen Fan was speechless. Fine, he'd almost forgotten he was a fresh-faced idol.

After simple makeup, Chen Fan put on his forensic examiner's uniform and carefully styled his hair.

When he walked out again, everyone was stunned by his handsomeness.

"Holy shit, this guy, seriously still this good-looking?"

"Wait, isn't this forensic examiner some kind of celebrity?"

"No way, this guy's actually a celebrity—I'd completely forgotten he was a star."

"Damn, it's creepy—when did I start thinking of Chen Fan as just a forensic examiner?"

Chen Fan appeared at Fayida Sect and saw several leaders—all here to visit him.

The medals on display were overwhelming; even Chen Fan was startled.

Someone had sent a banner of praise; Chen Fan instantly understood.

Several bigwigs came over, saying, "Good, good, young and accomplished."

"Very impressive—you've achieved so much at such a young age."

"Stay humble, don't slack off—you deserve even better."

"By the way, if anything happens in the entertainment industry, call us—it's worth it."

Chen Fan felt his shoulders starting to ache.

Well, it seemed his earlier assault incident had been buried. Of course, the world never lacked haters or people consumed by envy.

Reports accused Chen Fan of misconduct, but no official notice declared any violation—only that Chen Fan's words had provoked the criminal, who then broke free from his handcuffs and injured himself.

Photos were taken, publicity was made, and Chen Fan began receiving awards.

Only then did Chen Fan understand—the case had ties to many areas, and now it had resolved numerous other cases at once.

Though Chen Fan hadn't solved the case himself, his crucial intervention had reanimated the entire investigation.

Chen Fan held a towel, wiping his face, saying, "Xiang Qinqin, what the hell did you put on me? My skin feels itchy."

"Impossible—my Master's special ointment is pure and harmless. My Master said it won't damage skin. You're just trying to trick me."

Chen Fan was speechless: "Everything your Master makes is for dead people, isn't it?"

Pfft—hahahahaha!

Everyone burst into loud laughter.

Old Liu handed Chen Fan a new pen: "Take this—it's a personal gift. You did well this time."

"Thank you, Teacher. How much is this?"

"Forty-five yuan."

Chen Fan was utterly speechless.

"Three of them."

??????

Chen Fan shut down.

Holy crap, is the Fayibu Sect this poor?

But it also indirectly showed how absurd this case was—the criminal's motive was baffling, yet his way of making money was surprisingly novel.

This incident definitely shook up the police force, prompting stronger public awareness campaigns on anti-fraud and online lending.