IPDAOLR Chapter 27

The day after Feng Zhi was taken away, Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu were also called to the principal’s office.

Ding Jianhui was also present.

The reason for calling them in was nothing other than the school’s internal network being hacked.

At that time, the principal had a very serious expression.

The details of the Feng Zhi incident had mostly been clarified. The school bore some responsibility for failing to recognize his true character, mistakenly hiring a predator, and not protecting the omega students in time. A follow-up investigation was inevitable, and dealing with the aftermath would be a complete mess.

Actually, under normal circumstances, this matter wouldn’t be difficult to handle.

Looking at the past incidents that sparked public opinion on the internet, the schools involved mostly chose to distance themselves, turning blind eyes until the issue faded away. But this time, the situation in the isolation classroom had been broadcast in real-time to the senior students, meaning too many people learned about it. Simply suppressing the news and staying silent was no longer an option. The school was forced to take responsibility, with no room to retreat.

The principal rested his hands under his chin and asked, “Why did you hack the school’s internal network?”

In fact, even the principal wasn’t entirely confident when asking this question.

The person who hacked the school’s internal network left no traces at all. If an investigation were conducted, there would be no way to determine who did it. However, based on Ding Jianhui’s report, it was Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu who had caught Feng Zhi in the isolation classroom. With no other leads, the principal could only make this assumption and summon them to the office for questioning.

Since there was no evidence, Yan Mu naturally didn’t need to admit anything. He replied, “It’s not us. We just happened to pass by.”

The principal: “…….”

Passing by the isolation classroom during the class time—this excuse was clearly haft-hearted.

Jiang Zhihuo also interrupted from the side, “Looks like the school’s internal network is really easy to hack. Principal, you should fine someone to strengthen it.”

The principal: “…….”

Jiang Zhihuo then asked Yan Mu, “By the way, if you hack this thing, can you get the exam papers in advance, or change grades and erase the punishments?”

Yan Mu responded, “Yes.”

Jiang Zhihuo exaggeratedly widened his eyes and said, “Well then, Principal, maybe you shouldn’t strengthen it after all. I’ll go back to study. I think I see a glimmer of hope!”

The principal: “……..”

Ding Jianhui struggled to hold back his laughter on the side.

In the end, nothing was revealed from the entire conversation.

All traces of the intrusion were completely erased. The school’s internal network was rarely maintained, mostly used for entering grades and lesson plans. It had only a basic firewall, and hacking into it was as easy as tearing a piece of paper.

Furthermore, even if Yan Mu admitted to hacking the internal’s network, there would be no evidence to prove that he also uploaded the video.

The entire incident was already quite clear. Following Jiang Zhihuo, Tang Anmiao immediately went to the hospital for a blood test after the accident, sticking to the main points and explaining how Feng Zhi had acted, how he had manipulated them into having estrus, and how the video evidence was preserved. She deliberately left out the part why Feng Zhi made a move in the isolation classroom, making that part vague. If there were further questions, the focus should have been on the omega seen in the video, not on keeping Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu in the principal’s office.

Ding Jianhui walked back to the classroom with the two of them.

Why they ended up in the classroom and who the omega in the video was, Ding Jianhui didn’t ask. He simply couldn’t help but compliment, “You guys did great!”

Jiang Zhihuo also said, “Old Ding, you played really well yesterday.”

Ding Jianhui waved his hand. “Just treat it as watching a joke. I’m nowhere near as good as I was when I was young.”

There was nothing more to discuss on this topic. Everyone had their own lives. When Old Ding put on a polo shirt, he was still the same mild-mannered, kind-hearted Old Ding.

However, when Ding Jianhui saw Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu in the isolation classroom, he was still slightly surprised. He said, “You two seem to be getting along quite well lately. Did the makeup lessons bring out some feelings?”

Jiang Zhihuo was momentarily caught off guard. “……..”

Ding Jianhui asked with a smile, “Has the makeup lesson been effective recently?”

Jiang Zhihuo couldn’t answer this question either. “……..”

Should it be…effective or ineffective?

Ding Jianhui turned to Yan Mu and said, “Classmate Yan Mu, has our classmate Jiang Zhihuo been causing you trouble?”

Yan Mu shot Jiang Zhihuo a glance. “There’s a bit of trouble.”

“Hahaha.” Ding Jianhui had already guessed that the god of learning would say something like this. Jiang Zhihuo’s foundation was too weak, so he was hard to teach. He patted both of them on the shoulders. “Thank you, thank you! I say thank you again! Hahaha.”

As they entered the senior year building, Ding Jianhui stopped them again. “For this matter, don’t get involved anymore. The school will handle it. In a few days, the first and second-year students will be starting their semester, and the senior year midterms will be coming up soon, probably in mid-October. I’m looking forward to your progress!”

Jiang Zhihuo: “……”

The Feng Zhi malicious marking incident was handled very quickly by Lincheng No. 1 High School. The next day, the principal held a student assembly.

The participants were all the senior year students. Since everyone had seen the video, they were all witnesses to the incident.

The principal’s tone was sincere.

“Students, the purpose of holding this assembly is to offer an apology for this incident. Director Feng has already been taken away. The school will follow up on the outcome and notify everyone.We will also re-investigate the other teachers at the school, thoroughly examining their character and handling methods, to prevent such incidents from happening again.”

“At the same time, I hope that everyone will communicate with the school in a timely manner when issues arise. The school is a safe haven for all students and will always protect you. I also wish that all students could show respect for their omega classmates. Regardless of the secondary gender, we are all part of the school, the grade, the class, and we are all good classmates moving towards the future together.”

These words were heartfelt and effectively clamed the students’ desire to gossip. After the assembly, the principal personally explained the situation to the parents and assured them that the matter was being handled appropriately. With the promises given, the parents chose to trust the school, as their children still needed to continue their studies and lives normally. The entire situation was solved in a calm and proper manner.

Later, when the issue stirred up again on the internet, most of the criticism was directed at Feng Zhi rather than the school—after all, the school had made their attitude clear, and the students’ parents also expressed their understanding, so there was no need to drag No. 1 High School into it. Occasionally, indiscriminate insults would appear, but No. 1 High School students would push back against them.

Maliciously labeling an omega was no small matter.

The internet had already exploded once over that video from a marketing account. The second wave came on the day Feng Zhi’s court officially began.

That day, an omega tearfully recounted the entire incident in extreme detail.

The video of Feng Zhi insulting an omega had already aroused public outrage. Now, with such a detailed account, coupled with the omega’s tearful, heartbreaking cries, the internet was swept up in a wave of empathy, igniting an even bigger uproar.

How can someone be such a scum?!

This time, the malicious marking targeted omegas. But what about next time? Will it be betas? Will it be women with small physiques?

The law had its limits, yet some people’s morals have none!

One after another, omega advocacy groups stepped forward, expressing their willingness to help the omegas who had been marked in this incident. They aimed to minimize the impact of the marking as much as possible and assured that their personal information would never be disclosed.

The entire incident sparked a heated discussion.

[Damn it, people like this scum shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world!]

[I hope those omegas can overcome the pain.]

[Strongly demand a longer sentence! Ideally, lock him up for life!]

[This situation is really scary. You truly don’t know if the person next to you is human or a monster.]

[I agree with the post above. This scum had disguised himself so well. I graduated from the same school, and it’s been several years now, yet I never realized Feng Zhi is such a scum!]

[Everyone, whether you’re an omega, alpha, or beta, make sure to protect yourself.]

[Blessings, I hope this matter ends with a satisfying result.]

Things were moving in a positive direction, but the topic of omegas continued to linger. The Feng Zhi malicious marking incident was just one of many; there were countless rumors surrounding omegas, both true and false, with many different opinions.

One day, on a certain omega forum, someone suddenly posted a thread.

Original poster: Um, this whole situation is really terrifying. I’m also an omega, and I truly feel violated. Plus, a few days ago, while chatting with my friend, I heard about something…

1st comment: What happened?

2nd comment: Same question. (Rubbing hands mischievously.)

3th comment: You’ve piqued my curiosity! Ahhh, OP[mfn]Original poster.[/mfn], quickly tell us!

Original poster: This is something that’s blow my mind! My whole view is about to explode!

Original poster: Some families specially raise omegas for trading.

26th comment: What kind of trade?

27th comment: Is it human trafficking? Or the kind of trade I’m thinking of?

Original poster: Well…Umm, how should I put this?

Original poster: Family businesses require contracts. Some business orders are optional and might not be signed, so they specially raise omegas and send them to the other side’s family before the contract is signed…

56th comment: What?! Isn’t this just selling flesh?! A high-class coutesan[mfn]T/N: A “high-class courtesan” refers to a woman, often in historical or literary contexts, who is well-educated, cultured, and typically involved in a relationship for financial or social benefits, often with wealthy or influential men.[/mfn]?!

57th comment: No way, right? This is just… Umm…I don’t even know how to describe it.

Original poster: Hahaha, I don’t know if it’s true or not; I’ve just heard about it.

Bai Yujun just happened to see this post.

She was stunned for a long while.

Her finger accidentally swiped out, and by the time she thought to click back in, the post had already been deleted for ‘suspected of spreading false informations,’.

Jiang Zhihuo came to Class 2 and, seeing Bai Yujun’s distracted expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Bai Yujun shoved her phone into the desk drawer, smiled faintly, and said, “It’s nothing.”

These past few days, Jiang Zhihuo would always come to find Bai Yujun during break time. He didn’t say much; he only chatted for a minute or two. Jiang Zhihuo was handsome, humorous, and full of interesting topics. When he told stories, his tone had perfect ups and downs. The girls around Bai Yujun also liked him. Even if they couldn’t have a handsome guy like him, only looking at him still lifted their spirits. Every time Jiang Zhihuo came over, he would make a group of girls laugh. A true friend of the girls.

After class that day, Xie Qiu and Yan Mu stood in the corridor. With a turn of their heads, they could see Jiang Zhihuo surrounded by a group of girls from Class 2. Bai Yujun rested her chin on her hand, listening to him speak, her eyes curved into a smile that was simply beautiful.

Yan Mu beside him showed no reaction at all.

“Yan-ge!” Xie Qiu was about to urge Yan Mu to go ahead and made a move. He turned to speak, but saw that Yan Mu’s gaze fixed on Class 2, his brows tightly furrowed.

That expression—he definitely felt a sense of crisis! Yan-ge would never lose to Jiang Zhihuo. Whenever he made a move, he was sure to win. Xie Qiu was relieved.

The third floor was close to the school gate. With just a jump over the wall, one would be on the street. Xie Qiu turned his head, his eyes widening, and shouted frantically, “Yan-ge, Yan-ge, Yan-ge!!!” He pointed toward the school gate. “Look! A supercar!!”

A supercar was parked outside the gate. Whether they understood it or not, all the boys were particularly interested in this kind of thing. Xie Qiu’s loud voice quickly attracted a bunch of boys, and before long, the corridor was crowded.

“Why is it parked in front of our school gate?”

“Are they here looking for someone?”

“Ahh, it’s really cool! My dream is to own a supercar worth three million.”

“Three millions is definitely not enough, right?!”

Yan Mu didn’t join the boys’ discussion. He glanced at his phone and said to Xie Qiu, “I’m going downstairs for a bit.”

The security guard at the door knew Yan Mu—after all, he was the ‘god of learning.’ and often gave speeches on stage, so he was quite familiar. Yan Mu told him that someone was looking for him outside and that he’d be out for five minutes, not going too far. The security guard agreed easily.

Yan Mu walked straight up to the supercar.

The car window rolled down, and the woman driving the car was wearing sunglasses. When she saw Yan Mu, she raised her hand to take them off. “Hello, Young Master Yan.”

The supercar was parked in a very conspicuous spot. When Xie Qiu first heard Yan Mu say he was going downstairs, he didn’t pay much attention. But not long after, he saw Yan Mu open the car door and get in.

Xie Qiu’s eyes widened involuntarily. “What the hell?”

Yan Mu didn’t sit in the car for long, just like he told the security guard—about five minutes.

Since getting out of the car, his expression had turned very serious.

He walked upstairs, completely absorbed in thinking about the conversation he had just now, not paying attention to the surroundings.

As he stepped onto the last staircase, a hand suddenly reached out, pulling him into the cramped corner of the floor.

And then—

The sweet, mellow fragrance of fruit wine wafted toward him.

Yan Mu was pinned against the corner by Jiang Zhihuo; the coolness of the tiles separated their school uniforms. Jiang Zhihuo tilted his head slightly and kissed his lips.

Yan Mu gently draped his arm around his neck.

Three minutes later, Jiang Zhihuo let go on his own. It seemed like he had just caught his breath; his cheeks still flushed slightly. He said, “Where did you go earlier?! It was terrifying, feeling hot all of a sudden. I was still in Class 2 at that time!”

Time had shortened again.

Only two hours had passed since the last kiss.

Has it been only a few days? If it kept getting shorter like this, it’s not going to work.

Jiang Zhihuo considered whether he should come up with a way to extend the time a bit.

He rubbed his chin, but Yan Mu suddenly reached out and touched the bite mark on the back of his neck, running his thumb over.

The movement was a bit ambiguous, and Jiang Zhihuo trembled. He shouted, “What are you doing?!” He tried to pull back, but Yan Mu forcefully blocked his action, his palm pressed against the back of his neck, inserting enough pressure to make Jiang Zhihuo lift his head.

Jiang Zhihuo took the behavior as a provocation towards him. “Huh? What exactly are you trying to do? You want to fight here?!”

Yan Mu didn’t answer. He was still thinking about what He Miaomiao had just said.

He Miaomiao was sitting in the supercar, passing by the area. The two met, but there was no small talk.

“Young Master Yan, the information you asked me to look into about Bai Yujun… Her family…”

“These are all I could find for now, but… I’m not the only one investigating her.”

Yan Mu showed no intention of letting go. Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand to grab his wrist, twisting it with a skillful joint lock. Yan Mu reacted quickly, using his strength to break free.

From beginning to end, Yan Mu didn’t speak a word. He only looked at Jiang Zhihuo with his deep, profound eyes. His gaze locked directly into the other party’s.

So, Jiang Zhihuo, how much do you know?