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Chapter 102 Rumors

"I'm ashamed to say that I'm going to be transferred to another school next week, and I'm here to resign today..."

"Thank you," Qin Shu took the refreshments and drinks from the waiter, thanked him warmly, and then turned to look at the person sitting opposite him, with a polite smile still on the corner of his mouth, "How could it be, Mr. Wang, You are such an excellent young teacher, you will shine wherever you go, and it is our honor to leave your interview."

Wang Han was overjoyed by the compliment, so he pretended to be modest and declined a few words. He put down the tea cup and looked at the young man in front of him, only to realize that what was put in front of him was not tea, but a wine glass.

"Nowadays, young people eat and drink with their teachers, and make appointments in such high-end places. Unlike us, we only dare to take a walk with our teachers during dinner time and chat with them by the way."

"It's an adult," the young man followed his gaze to the wine glass, his tone was very light, as if he didn't intend to answer his words, "It's getting late, let's start the interview first, and don't disturb your time too much."

He made a gesture of listening attentively, but he didn't wait for the next sentence—until the waiter finished serving a table of refreshments and turned to leave, and there was the sound of the box door being closed behind him, and he couldn't help but look up, only to be suddenly turned cold by the young man His expression was startled.

The young man who had been smiling gently a few seconds ago was looking at him expressionlessly, his eyes were cold, like a blade showing sharp edges, the eyes only met for half a second, and for no reason he had the illusion of cold sweat, his fingers were a little twitchy numb.

He has only seen similar eyes in movies, and they are murderers who are targeting the target.

Before he could figure out what kind of intersection he had with this student named Qin Shu, the next second his vision flickered, and the glass was thrown at him head and face.

He subconsciously turned around to avoid it, but his face was still splashed by the spicy wine, and he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

"You...uh—!"

Like a cold yoke around his neck, it was tightened suddenly, depriving him of the right to speak in an instant—he barely opened his stinging eyes, blurred the cold gaze of the young man above him, like black jade. His struggling figure was reflected in his eyes, like a mime that was shrunk several times.

The young man looked at him condescendingly, pinched his neck and forced him into a corner, and fell hard on the glass window. The window frame shook violently, almost making him think that he would just fall out and fall from the fourth floor.

Unable to break free, the feeling of suffocation from lack of oxygen rushed up, and his vision gradually dimmed. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't even break apart a finger of the other party, and there was a "cracking" sound in his throat. It was mixed with the heartbeat that pierced the periosteum—for a few moments, his consciousness became blurred, and revolving memories flashed intermittently, all of which were the cause and effect of the current situation over and over again.

The young man who claimed to be the person in charge of the student union found him and invited him to this tea room in the name of interviewing an excellent teacher.

However, the pain in his back suddenly surged in the next second, and the young man let go of his hand, quietly watching him slip and sit on the ground, and before he regained the strength to fight back, he stepped on his shoulder, which made his shoulder numb , the whole arm twitched.

Then a slap was slapped on his face—the left cheek—with a loud and crisp sound, like a symbol of the end, and the small box suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of his heavy and hoarse breathing.

He was beaten over the head, the pain spread from his cheek to the ear canal, and there was a buzzing in his ear.

Then the young man's voice passed through the roaring sound and passed into his ears without any ups and downs, even with some polite patience, as if explaining the situation to him considerately: "This is for you, wine, suffocation, and a note Slap in the face—sorry, I'm not good at using hands, it's hard for you to endure these soberly from beginning to end."

Qin Shu knelt down in front of him, turned a finger away from his face in disgust, and asked him to listen to a recording on the phone.

Within a few minutes, there was the sound of rubbing clothes, and even the human voice was not clear, but it seemed like a thunder exploded in his ear - it was his own voice, the words that were insane after drunk, the indiscriminate insults and threaten.

Qin Shu frowned halfway through the playback, as if he couldn't bear to listen any longer, paused the recording file, pressed the record button again, put the phone to his mouth as if holding up a microphone, and lowered his head to meet his gaze. He asked softly: "The first question, I want to interview the whole story of this recording."

"...Don't try to threaten me with this." Wang Han gritted his teeth, and suddenly clenched his fist and swung towards him without warning, but was cut off in mid-air by the young man, and when he swung back, he lost his balance fell to the ground.

He looked at Qin Shu's expression, froze for no reason, and didn't dare to act rashly - this person was indifferent to any of his reactions, with a kind of indifferent calm like a desperado, but holding his trump card, like an indifferent Crazy, but frightening.

"It's fine if you don't want to answer," Qin Shu glanced at the sky outside the window, and continued, "The second question, I heard that your parents are farmers, and they saved money for you to study for so many years. Rong...how would they feel if they knew that you were a habitual offender who abused students by taking advantage of your position and relying on academic fraud to get in the position?"

"What are you talking about?!" Wang Han opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and retorted hastily, "What academic fraud, don't slander me, I'm not a habitual offender, this time it was just an accident..."

"Accidentally being recorded, or accidentally meeting a student you can't offend?" Qin Shu smiled inexplicably, without giving him a chance to argue, and continued, "The third question, I heard that You have found your next job, and you want to transfer to N University—if the teachers there know that you have misbehaved academically, that even your doctoral dissertation is written by someone else, and that your morals are corrupt, will they be willing to accept a society like you? What about the scum?"

"This is my mother's business card, you should know it too." He pulled out a picture from his phone, and shook it in front of Wang Han's eyes, his eyes were as cold as looking at a rotting corpse, "Don't be nervous, you said it too, Those just now are just rumors - only you know whether it is a rumor or not, but wherever you go in the future, these rumors will spread to the whole academic circle, your relatives, elders, colleagues, students, and even future Wife and children will know you along with rumors."

The moment he saw the screen clearly, Wang Han's expression turned completely ashen, but he still struggled unwillingly: "...wait a minute, Lin Wu clearly promised me that as long as I resign, it will be as if this incident never happened ..."

"They are them, I am me." Qin Shu stood up, a creepy soft smile flashed in his eyes, but his tone was as cold as a knife, piercing into his irreversible verdict.

"Teacher, you should die in the 'rumor'."