Lovely Allergen

Chapter 98: Reap What You Sow

Yue Zhishi received a message from a professor from his school office, asking him to pay them a visit, as he waited for the police to arrive.

Song Yu headed over with him, but Yue Zhishi had him wait outside. But the door wasn't closed, and so Song Yu could hear the conversation inside while he leaned against the wall. A professor with a relatively high rank was criticising Yue Zhishi for doing something that affected the school's reputation.

"I'm the victim, professor. It's not the school's reputation that's been affected. It's my own personal reputation that's been affected."

When he heard Yue Zhishi say something like that to a professor, Song Yu felt Yue Zhishi truly had grown up.

The professor in the school office clearly realised the two of them couldn't smoothly communicate at all, so he asked Yue Zhishi to return. They would contact Yue Zhishi again after the school held a meeting and figured out a way to handle the matter.

"There's no need, professor. I've already called the police."

Yue Zhishi said very naturally, "Illegal behaviours need to be punished by legal action. That's what I've learned here."

When the two police officers arrived, Yue Zhishi straightforwardly took out the evidence he'd preserved and gave it to them; he also gave them a detailed account of what'd happened. When he saw the stack of A4 pieces of paper, one of the police officers took an extra look at Yue Zhishi and Song Yu, who was standing next to Yue Zhishi — the officer seemed to be confirming something.

But Yue Zhishi didn't care; he merely repeated to them the relevant regulations when it came to personal privacy, as well as the penalties listed in the public safety management act.

"Worthy of being a law student," the police officer laughed, and they took Yue Zhishi to check the security cameras — except the surveillance office wasn't quite willing to work with them, leaving them extremely resigned. A professor appeared from the school office after a while had passed, and he told the officers that the school dean wanted to talk with them.

The professor even said to Yue Zhishi, his words a warning, "Don't make any statements on social media the next few days, the school doesn't want to make this a big deal."

"I'm allowed to post whatever I want." Yue Zhishi wasn't willing to accept being treated like that, the attitude and force of a law student behind his words. "If I'm not treated fairly by the school, then I'll resort to other means."

He had just stubbornly refuted with a few phrases, but the professor almost attacked him — Song Yu caught his arm and threw it aside.

"Professor, you should take note of your occupation," Song Yu coldly said.

Just as everyone was caught in a deadlock, another very familiar voice sounded in the corridor. Yue Zhishi turned his head around; it was the old professor in charge of the school's most difficult course who had praised Yue Zhishi in class before. He was also the school's vice dean.

Yue Zhishi became a bit panicked, very worried that he was the rumoured school dean. In such unclear circumstances, he took the initiative to step forward and explain the situation to the old professor.

The professor saw how hurried he was, and so he patiently listened as Yue Zhishi described what had happened that morning.

"The school's decision to not make a fuss about this means they'll suppress all the news, and that means the person who infringed my privacy definitely won't be punished. I won't accept that." Yue Zhishi stood proudly and spoke with dignity. "And to me, the best way to maintain a school and its reputation isn't to wipe away problems and discourse — the best way is to honestly and openly handle the problem and let everyone see it. Everyone should be able to see that in this school, people who commit wrongs will be given their due punishment. People won't have to wait for the problem to become a public matter before the school reluctantly decides to handle it."