Chen Zhan’s face revealed an uncontrollable shock and panic.
How could this be?
She had clearly placed the underwear in Professor Sheng’s pocket with her own hands, and had clearly taken the photos herself. How could it be Professor Sheng’s daughter’s silk scarf?
But... but the scarf looked so much like...
What is going on? Was she seeing things?
The leaders from the education department waved, asking Sheng Tang to bring the folded scarf over.
They put out two photos again.
The small item in the pocket made the enlarged photos a bit blurry.
They looked almost identical.
It seemed that it was more likely to be Professor Sheng’s daughter’s silk scarf. The underwear was so small that it could be completely stuffed into the pocket without showing a corner.
The scarf was slightly larger; it couldn’t fit all the way inside the pocket, with a bit sticking out, which made sense.
"Holy crap, a reversal?"
"Is it real? She’s got the daughter’s scarf. If it’s true, this female student is terrifying. Is she writing a story?"
"A story for adults only; this is just too vicious!"
After a moment of silence, the meeting room erupted in louder chatter.
All the teachers were utterly shocked.
Could there really be students who frame teachers like this?
The tide seemed to be turning. Chen Zhan saw the unfavorable situation and started crying again: "Who knows if they did it on purpose?"
"How could the photos be intentional?" Sheng Sidong retorted, "Did I know ahead of time that you would frame me, so I took the photos? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
The crowd agreed, very true.
Chen Zhan’s evidence was tightly kept; she couldn’t have told Sheng Sidong in advance.
"This is just outrageous!" The dean of Sheng Sidong’s college spoke, very angrily, "This is an accusation."
"I’m not! I’m the victim! I even have a witness!" Chen Zhan cried loudly.
Her crying overshadowed the dean’s voice.
The crowd heard there was a witness and suddenly calmed down.
Chen Zhan choked back her tears: "Sheng Sidong asked me to go to his house. At the time, my driver’s license points were all deducted, and my classmate Jiang Zhonglian took me there. He can testify that I was taken home alone by Sheng Sidong."
The leaders discussed for a few moments.
Then, they asked someone to call Jiang Zhonglian.
Jiang Zhonglian quickly arrived.
He looked at the scene and felt a bit intimidated.
"Don’t be afraid," the school leaders told him, "tell us what happened that day."
Jiang Zhonglian asked which day.
"The day I came out crying, you asked me why I cried that time." Chen Zhan said, "Do you remember?"
Jiang Zhonglian remembered.
He also remembered Chen Zhan had him take photos in the hallway of Professor Sheng’s house and put her in the photos.
"You brought me there, but you didn’t go upstairs."
"But..." Jiang Zhonglian hesitated, "that day, didn’t we go upstairs together?"
Silence.
In the meeting room, there was a sudden, overwhelming silence.
Even the viewers of the live broadcast were stunned, forgetting to comment for a few seconds.
What kind of reversal was this?
This was a straight-up slap in the face!
Chen Zhan’s face showed shock: "What did you say? You clearly didn’t go upstairs, you..."
Jiang Zhonglian looked at her in confusion: "What are you talking about? I only took you to Professor Sheng’s house that one time, no other times."
"You..." Chen Zhan’s panic was evident on her face.
The teachers sensed something was wrong.
At this moment, half of the teachers already believed Sheng Sidong was innocent.
"...At that time, you begged Professor Sheng to let you pass because you really had no time to write the thesis. Professor Sheng said no, you were over a month late, but if you made it up, he would still give you regular credit.
I was sitting next to you, you were crying on the sofa in Professor Sheng’s living room, and Professor Sheng’s mother-in-law came out to comfort you, telling Professor Sheng to let you pass, don’t make things hard for the kid." Jiang Zhonglian spoke every word clearly.