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"Excuse me, Principal Zhou, who is this person?" a reporter asked. "What are you discussing?"
Principal Zhou cleared his throat and looked around at the crowd before speaking loudly, "Our school has faced this situation, and of course, we bear some responsibility. We contacted the police immediately and are actively cooperating with their investigation. Trust us, this is an isolated incident at our school, and it occurred during the summer break. However, as soon as the new semester began, we started our own investigation."
Principal Zhou's words were quite clever; it was actually Jiang He who had prompted Principal Zhou to make contact, but now it seemed as if Principal Zhou had taken the initiative.
"Rest assured, parents," Principal Zhou continued. "This will not happen again. You need not worry; this is just an isolated case."
"Is this person a police officer?" another reporter inquired.
Jiang He stepped forward and said, "Yes, I am the officer in charge of this case. We need to take the involved parties back to the station for questioning, and you can look forward to the investigation results in due time."
At that moment, a few people pushed their way in.
"I am Ge Dongyun's mother!" a woman in her thirties announced.
Jiang He observed Ge Dongyun's mother; Ge Dongyun was seventeen years old and already in her first year of high school, yet this woman appeared to be only in her thirties and did not seem like Ge Dongyun's mother.
She carried a handbag and wore high heels, the strong scent of her perfume wafting through the air.
"We are the parents..."
One by one, they introduced themselves, and only then did the school security allow them to enter.
"Are you the parents of the assailant? Do you know what your child has done?"
"What is your attitude towards the child who was attacked?"
Upon realizing that these individuals were the parents of the assailants, the reporter rushed forward again, only to be stopped by security. Outside, the crowd continued to surge inward, with some shouting obscenities, others merely there for the spectacle, and a few even broadcasting the incident live.
"You can bring them down now," Jiang He said as he called Xu Yiman.
After hanging up, Xu Yiman tucked her phone into her pocket and addressed the five individuals standing in the hallway. "Let's go. Your parents have arrived. We're heading back to the police station."
With that, Xu Yiman led the five of them downstairs. To be honest, she had a very poor impression of these individuals. Back in middle school, she had often been mocked and bullied herself, so she understood their feelings well—especially when the victim was someone with an honest disposition.
Xu Yiman walked ahead while the five followed behind.
As they descended, they passed through a long corridor lined with classrooms. At that moment, each classroom was engaged in self-study, with teachers sitting silently at their desks.
The sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridor, creating a rhythmic "thud-thud."
Suddenly, a book flew out of a window and struck Ge Dongyun on the head. Ge Dongyun staggered slightly, nearly losing his balance.
"Trash!" a sudden voice shouted from inside one of the classrooms.
It was a boy from a lower-performing class who sat by the window. Seeing Xu Yiman leading several people past, he yelled "trash" while throwing a book out that hit Ge Dongyun squarely in the face.
"Brother Wang is awesome!"
"Brother Wang is powerful!"
The classroom erupted into excitement. After the first book was thrown, another quickly followed. Before long, pencil cases, gel pens, and water bottles were being tossed out of the window as well.
"What are you doing?!" The homeroom teacher slammed his hand on the desk in anger. "What on earth are you doing? Put down everything in your hands!"
But at that moment, in such a frenzied atmosphere, who would listen?
Items were thrown out of the classroom one by one, landing directly on the five individuals, and due to the chaos, many of these objects also hit Xu Yiman.
"Are you going to attack the police?" Xu Yiman shouted as she turned around.
What Xu Yiman saw were enthusiastic young people, both boys and girls, holding things ready to throw. Their faces were filled with smiles. This was a scene Xu Yiman had never witnessed before; they laughed and shouted, passing judgment in their own way.
"Trash."
"Whore."
"Fuck your mother!"
These words erupted from the mouths of the students.
The infectious energy was overwhelming; almost every classroom had items flying out of the windows.
"Get a grip and come down with me quickly." With that, Xu Yiman dashed toward the stairs at the end of the corridor.
The long corridor reminded Xu Yiman of scenes often seen on television, where heinous criminals were escorted to the execution grounds, and outraged bystanders would throw vegetables and eggs at them from the crowd.
It was similar now, but the five of them were not such terrible criminals and did not deserve this treatment. Perhaps these students were just too righteous.
Finally reaching the stairs, Xu Yiman let out a sigh of relief. During her run, she had been hit quite a bit; those books looked like paper but hurt when they struck her. Some areas were already bruised, not to mention the water bottles and even compasses that had been thrown.
If she wasn't careful, those objects could be deadly.
"I think you all should skip school for a while," Xu Yiman said, turning her head only to realize that the five individuals had not followed her.
The five remained in the corridor, moving steadily forward without running. They had just reached the middle of the hallway when countless objects were hurled from the windows, striking them and causing them to stagger, nearly falling several times.
Yet, these individuals did not quicken their pace; they resembled warriors bravely marching to their deaths. They held their heads high and did not flinch, continuing onward.
In that moment, an indescribable feeling welled up within Xu Yiman.
"Trash!"
"Beat them up!"
"Throw more! These people are too arrogant, always bullying their classmates."
Amidst the cacophony of shouts, books and other items were continuously thrown.
The five remained unyielding, slowly making their way through the corridor. Xu Yiman noticed that blood was even trickling down Ge Dongyun's and Li Liangcai's heads. Although they walked slowly, the other three at least attempted to shield themselves with their arms from the incoming projectiles. However, Li Liangcai and Ge Dongyun did not dodge or evade; they allowed the objects to hit them.
As they passed Xu Yiman, they continued downward without hesitation.
"What’s going on?" Jiang He asked as he noticed the injuries on Li Liangcai's and Ge Dongyun's heads.
"It’s nothing," Ge Dongyun replied. "We just got into a fight. We’ll accept any punishment, but I was the one who led it; they had little to do with it. I forced them to join me."
"Save those words for the police station," Jiang He said. "If you drove here, follow our police car to the station. If you didn’t drive, get in the police car willingly. Principal Zhou, we only have one vehicle; if needed, we might require your assistance for another trip."
"Not a problem," Principal Zhou said.
The group climbed into the police car.
"There are eight children involved in the bullying incident. Why are there only five here? Where are the other three?" a sharp-eyed reporter quickly asked.
"This is confidential information from the police," Xu Yiman replied. "Everyone, please step aside."
The police car activated its siren, clearing a path through the crowd as it headed toward the police station, followed by two cars belonging to Ge Dongyun and Liu Huairou. The three vehicles were just enough to accommodate the five individuals and their parents.
Even after the police car had driven far away, those gathered at Fourth High School did not disperse.
Xu Yiman was driving, with Jiang He in the passenger seat, while Li Liangcai's family sat in the back of the police car.
Jiang He observed Li Liangcai's parents through the rearview mirror. Their clothes looked worn and old. In stark contrast, Li Liangcai appeared clean and well-groomed, while his parents wore dirty clothes and cheap cloth shoes.
Jiang He noticed Li Liangcai's father's hands, which were covered in grease embedded deep within the skin's texture. Such a condition could only result from prolonged exposure. Li Liangcai's mother had many cracks on her hands; some were wrapped in white adhesive tape, while others were left open.
From these two pairs of hands, Jiang He could tell that Li Liangcai's family was not well-off. He quickly deduced their occupations: one was a mechanic and the other a cleaning lady.
Li Mother occasionally poked Li Father's arm with her hand. Each time she did, Li Father would shift away, only for Li Mother to stretch out her arm again to poke him. After several attempts, Li Father seemed a bit impatient and shot her a glare. Li Mother immediately sat still but continued to watch him.
Seemingly having made a significant decision, Li Father pulled out a pack of Red River cigarettes that cost five yuan from his pocket and tried to offer one to Jiang He.
Jiang He shook his head in refusal. "I don't smoke."
"You don't smoke?" Li Father awkwardly chuckled, revealing his yellowed teeth, which suggested he hadn't brushed them in years.
"Master, can I ask if my son is going to jail?" Li Father inquired.
Upon hearing this, Li Mother exclaimed, "He can't go to jail! Please, Master, I beg you, don't arrest him. He's a good child; his nature isn't bad."
Li Father scolded, "Look at him like this; he's truly embarrassing our family."
With that, Li Father slapped Li Liangcai across the face.
The sound was sharp and loud.
"What are you doing?" Xu Yiman said. "No matter what happens, the police will handle it. Why hit him?"
"Yes, yes!" Li Father shot a fierce glance at his son and then spoke submissively.
Li Liangcai remained silent, tears welling in his eyes as he turned his head away, not uttering a word.
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