Chapter 19 — The Day the Whole School Went Wild

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Beneath the post, several parents chimed in with supportive comments. Someone remarked:

No wonder the school leadership is defending her so fiercely.

Another chimed in:

Given how brilliant Gia Nghien usually is, she was definitely sabotaged.

Someone even exposed my class information, school transfer timeline, and family background online. Upon reading the line, Her father died only to become eligible for the foundation's charity, my mother swayed precariously. I hurriedly rushed to steady her, though my own hands were trembling violently. I had foolishly believed their animosity was confined to the school grounds. Little did I know that even at this juncture, they would still weaponize my deceased father to cut me down. Head Teacher Tong’s expression grew terrifyingly grim.

Disclosing the personal information of a minor.

Disseminating false statements.

Launching a malicious attack on a public welfare project.

Director Hua, do you realize the gravity of these actions?

Gia Nghien’s mother finally panicked.

I was merely stating the facts as reported.

I never imagined it would spread at such a breakneck speed.

Team Leader Shao handed his device to a staff member.

Secure the evidence.

Gia Nghien’s mother raised her voice into a shrill shriek.

You have no right to confiscate my phone!

Her husband thundered in rage.

Have you not humiliated yourself enough yet?

Startled by the roar, she shrank back and finally lacked the courage to snatch the phone away. Yet, her gaze remained fixed on me, venomous and fraught with bitter resentment.

I merely uttered a few words.

And yet your lot are trying to drive my family to absolute ruin.

I looked straight back at her.

Your daughter targeted me continuously for months on end.

She orchestrated this harassment for months.

Did either of you ever pause to consider how far you were pushing me to the brink?

Gia Nghien’s mother opened her mouth, utterly devoid of a retort. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor. A staff member in uniform sprinted toward them.

Team Leader Shao, the online posts are spreading at an uncontrollable velocity.

Certain netizens have already begun digging up the workplace and residential address of Shen Nan Qiao’s mother.

My mother’s face drained of all color. Head Teacher Tong immediately lifted her phone.

Contact the platform administrators.

Activate the minor protection protocol.

Simultaneously, publish the official refutation documents.

Having spoken, she turned her gaze toward me.

Nan Qiao, would you consent to making the foundation’s acceptance letters and official documents public?

I nodded.

Yes.

However, my father’s will is not to be published in its entirety.

Only the specific clauses concerning the establishment of the foundation should be released.

A flicker of profound sorrow crossed Head Teacher Tong’s eyes.

Very well.

Ten minutes later, the Education Service Center and the Charitable Foundation issued concurrent public announcements. The admission acceptance form, academic transcripts, award certificates, and the relevant excerpts from the foundation's charter were all made public. The final line of the announcement was unmistakably clear.

Student Shen Nan Qiao has never engaged in any irregular school transfers or abused special privileges for admission.

We demand an immediate halt to the fabrication of rumors and cyberbullying directed against minors.

The online tide began to shift dramatically. The malicious comments hurling abuses at me were gradually buried beneath a wave of new voices. Fresh commentary began to emerge.

She ranked in the top ten across the entire city, and the Affiliated High School actively requested her admission. How on earth can anyone label that as relying on family connections?

The foundation was established to fulfill her late father’s dying wish, and she herself is a representative of the founders. Yet the school brazenly seized her rightful quota and handed it to someone else?

This transcends mere bullying; this is a cannibalistic system.

The principal stared at his phone, his countenance completely ashen. Before he could even exhale a sigh of relief, another staff member rushed over to report.

Team Leader Shao.

Someone has compiled video footage secretly recorded inside Class Eleven dash three over the past year and forwarded it to the Department of Education’s inbox.

The contents reveal that Shen Nan Qiao was far from the only victim.

The expressions of every student and parent lingering in the corridor shifted drastically. Lin Yue lowered her gaze, and unbidden tears welled in her eyes. I turned to look at him. His voice was barely a whisper.

Nan Qiao.

Actually, you were never the only one they subjected to their cruelty.

The Department of Education had temporarily requisitioned the Affiliated High School’s small conference room. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the projector glowed brightly. Staff members systematically played the video clips retrieved from the anonymous email. The first segment captured a lunch break. A male student wearing glasses slumped over his desk in exhaustion. Trang Hao unscrewed the cap of the boy’s water bottle and poured chalk dust inside, while several onlookers covered their mouths to stifle their laughter. The second segment took place after a physical education class. A female student’s sneakers were hurled outside the door of the boys' restroom. Gia Nghien stood in the hallway, laughing derisively as she remarked:

That’ll teach her not to vote for me last time.

The third segment recorded the classroom cleanup duty. A single student’s name was repeatedly scrawled on the duty roster for five consecutive days, accompanied by a sarcastic marginal note:

After all, she is just too easy to bully.

Clip after clip played in succession. The parents seated in the conference room transitioned from initial indignation to dead silence. Many of them had always harbored the belief that their own children were merely detached bystanders observing from the sidelines. It was not until smiling faces, cheering expressions, and screenshots of their own children’s 'likes' flashed across the screen that they finally comprehended a harsh truth: passive silence is just as potent a weapon, one fully capable of plunging others into an abyss of despair. A frail female student suddenly burst into uncontrollable sobs, and her mother pulled her tightly into a protective embrace.