The opponent’s arrogance was too much; even the police who didn’t understand these things felt something was off.
He gestured to Zhuang Lan to hand over his phone.
"Hello, young man. This matter involves both the privacy of the poster and Yue Qingqing’s reputation. We hope you can cooperate."
The voice on the other end didn’t seem fazed, as if they’d rehearsed for this.
"Officer, the country has its laws, and the school has its regulations. If the law says we need to cooperate, then I naturally would. But it seems there’s no such rule now. In fact, our school’s forum has always prioritized privacy protection since its inception."
After saying that, the call was hung up without any concern for the police’s reaction.
Zhuang Lan’s brows furrowed, his whole body enveloped in a sense of frustration.
The officer was also annoyed but helpless.
He could only say to Yue Qingqing, "If we can find out who it is, we can question them about why they followed and secretly photographed you, and ask them to delete the posts. But if we can’t find them, there’s nothing we can do."
Yue Qingqing nodded, "I understand."
Zhuang Lan clenched his fists, feeling a rage born from helplessness.
He still hadn’t learned enough, didn’t have enough skills.
Just wanting to help his sister seek justice based on the little he knew from books.
Yue Qingqing patted his shoulder, "It’s okay, there will be a way."
Lu Zhu thought about everything that had happened since the start of the school year.
That student council was like a mountain, pressing down on them from every direction.
It was supposed to be established to help students help each other.
Yet it had become a means for some to abuse power, bullying ordinary students, rotten to the core.
How ridiculous and sad.
Just then, the door was knocked on again.
Yue Qingqing went to open it, and standing there was the dormitory supervisor teacher with an emotionless face.
"I don’t know who this person is, but they’re here to see you anyway."
A young man who looked utterly spiritless stood at the door.
With slightly drooping eyes and an overall dejected, desolate face.
His chin had a circle of stubble, making him look even more lethargic.
"You’re Yue Qingqing, right?"
His voice was lazy, making the police officers in the room want to take him back for questioning.
To see if he had been on something.
How could he be so sluggish?
"I am," Yue Qingqing asked him, "Who are you?"
The man shifted slightly to show a large backpack on his back.
He yawned while speaking, "Sister Shi sent me. My name is Meng Qing. Call me however you like."
"Hey? Why are there so many people here? Can I come in?"
Yue Qingqing stepped back two paces, and Meng Qing walked in, putting his backpack on the floor, his eyes wandering aimlessly.
Lu Zhu offered her spot, and the man unceremoniously pulled out her chair and sat down, glancing casually at the computer on the desk.
Lu Zhu noticed that although his face remained despondent, there seemed to be a subtle hint of disdain in his eyes.
As if he’d seen some trash.
This computer had cost Lu Zhu quite a bit. Though she was frugal, she wanted to keep up with the times, and the parts were quite pricey; what was this guy thinking?
Meng Qing pulled out a heavy piece of equipment from his bag.
Upon opening it, it was a laptop.
Lu Zhu had seen similar items in Electronics City before, but this machine looked particularly odd, with numerous small rectangular or square devices connected to its ports.
With flickering signal lights.
Meng Qing placed the laptop on the desk, slumping into the chair as if he had no bones.
Seeming like he could slide off at any moment.
Mi Shu frowned, whispering to Yue Qingqing, "Is this guy reliable?"