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Zhuang Wenyao's heart sank: "Teacher, have you seen the chat records?"

Yuan Jiawei: "No...no. There are some contents... I didn't dare to show it to the teacher."

Zhuang Wenyao asked again: "If the group is disbanded, will you not be able to read the records?"

Yuan Jiawei is worthy of being an old netizen: "It seems that I can watch it for a while, but only the computer has this function, and the mobile phone can't watch it."

Zhuang Wenyao said quickly, "Do you have a computer?"

Yuan Jiawei: "No, what do I do with my computer when I have nothing to do..."

Zhuang Wenyao pondered for a while, with a serious expression: "Come with me to the computer room now, and retrieve all the chat records."

Yuan Jiawei stammered and said, "Call it out? All? Brother Yao, believe me once, this matter really started with Zhan Xin, I... I was wrong, can't I..."

"That's not what I meant, I didn't mean to blame you." Zhuang Wenyao interrupted his confession, "I said it before, I want you to do me a favor, that is to retrieve the chat records as evidence."

Yuan Jiawei asked tremblingly, "What... what evidence?"

Zhuang Wenyao said calmly: "Evidence of the victim's accountability."

"The victim...to be held accountable..." Yuan Jiawei was startled, "Cheng Cheng won't sue him, will he?!"

Zhuang Wenyao glanced at him: "It's not that serious, just ask a third party to mediate. After all, Zhan Xin is a disobedient one. What can the teacher do with him..."

"But do you know what he said in the group?" Yuan Jiawei was dumbfounded, "Brother Yao, you are trying to kill him!"

"It's not that I want to kill him, what kind of grudge do I have with him?" Zhuang Wenyao explained patiently, "Since he dared to do such a thing, he must be responsible for his words and deeds."

Yuan Jiawei was still afraid: "He... Those are all gossips we said in private, no one else knows, it doesn't matter, right? Let's not make things big..."

Zhuang Wenyao sneered: "Gossip in private? How do you ensure that everyone in the group keeps their mouths shut? Do you know how much it will affect if it spreads out? What will happen to the girls' reputation? What will happen to the reputation of our airline class? What will become of No. [-] Middle School's reputation? Besides, who will be responsible for the trauma of the girls? We are all minors, and our three views are most easily influenced by others, and we tend to imitate others, good or bad. After this time , if Zhanxin can still be at ease, how many people will be led astray by him, and what will happen in the future, do you dare to think?"

"Stop talking!" Zhuang Wenyao estimated that the consequences were too serious, far beyond Yuan Jiawei's imagination.He yelled, hugged his head and squatted on the ground in pain, his body instinctively retreated and evaded, but his thoughts repeatedly pulled uncontrollably.

The bell for evening self-study rang, and the students returned to class one after another, and the originally secluded corner became more and more silent.

Zhuang Wenyao waited for a while, and continued to output: "I don't want to make a big fuss. It's not good for anyone if this kind of thing makes a big fuss, but I just can't let it go..."

"Brother Yao, stop talking." Yuan Jiawei raised his head from between his knees, his eyes were dull and determined, but the background was still shaken and confused, "No matter what, we two brothers, and Zhanxin It's also considered a brother, I don't do the business of betraying brothers, it's too disrespectful. Brother Yao, I advise you to leave it alone..."

Zhuang Wenyao laughed back angrily: "What is the so-called 'loyalty'? You should know that what kind of friend you choose is what kind of person you choose to be. You still haven't recognized what kind of person he is? Do you still treat him as a friend?" Friend? To cover up the mistakes he made for the so-called brotherhood? You are harming him and yourself!"

"..." Yuan Jiawei fell silent, subconsciously scratching the floor with his fingers.Justice and the concept of right and wrong, timidity and luck, the two forces are fighting fiercely.

Zhuang Wenyao gave the final blow at the right time: "You have the right to remain silent, but if your silence is to deliberately cover up the facts and stand idly by... If, by any chance, a tragedy happens one day, you can really escape the condemnation of your conscience Is it? Sometimes, inaction is also a sin.”

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Wenyao turned his back and paused for a while, giving him time to think.

The empty corridor was surprisingly quiet, Yuan Jiawei could only hear his breathing and the beating of his heart, always reminding him to be an upright person.

This period of time obviously played the role of "silence is better than sound at this time".After a while, he finally spoke with a hoarse voice: "Okay, Brother Yao, I'll go with you..."

He wanted to get up, but suddenly realized that he had squatted for too long, and his legs couldn't use his strength. When he looked up, he saw Zhuang Wenyao's hand stretched out to him.

He held that hand with complicated emotions, and then he was pulled up forcefully and walked towards the laboratory computer room.

As he walked, he lowered his head and said sullenly, "The thing I regret the most is knowing him."

"It's not too late to remedy..."

Zhuang Wenyao paused abruptly.

Yuan Jiawei raised his head in confusion: "What's wrong, brother Yao?"

The person in front tilted his head slightly: "Do you have a room key?"

Yuan Jiawei: "Of course I don't have one, I'm not a cadre or something...Brother Yao, you don't have one too, do you?"

Zhuang Wenyao choked up and didn't make a sound.

Yuan Jiawei: "Then shall we go to be lonely?"

Zhuang Wenyao immediately thought of other ways: "The radio station, the radio station has computers."

"No!" Yuan Jiawei stopped immediately, "Isn't the broadcasting room always on duty? What if others see it?"

Zhuang Wenyao shook his head angrily: "You're right, I almost forgot about this..."

The so-called "family ugliness" should not be publicized. Before the dust settles, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

So where is the equipment?

Zhuang Wenyao's brain was briefly shut down for a second, and a random thought broke into his mind like a lightning bolt.

Lu Zhiheng is the head of the press corps, the vice chairman of the student union, and in charge of the science and technology department. He often needs to process the collected news materials, and a computer should be an essential tool.

Moreover, in the last All-Star basketball game, he even sent photos to Zhuang Wenyao. This kind of operation should not be possible without a computer.

He must have a computer!

Zhuang Wenyao quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and turned his head to Yuan Jiawei calmly: "I have a solution. Let's go back to the self-study first, and go back to the dormitory at night, and the stairwell is waiting for me."

Yuan Jiawei: "Huh?"

"Just do it." Zhuang Wenyao patted him on the shoulder, "Go back to study first."

……

In addition to the two elevators in the north and south, the male apartment also has two stairs: one is in the middle of the dormitory building, it is relatively large, and everyone walks from here; there is also a small one, which is closed all year round, but the door lock is opened by someone Yes, go back and hide in it at night to do bad things, such as talking on the phone with npy or something, it's still very hidden.

Zhuang Wenyao went back and took off his camouflage uniform, put on pajamas that were not too eye-catching, and sneaked into the third floor, the second grade floor.

Having made an agreement through WeChat in advance, Zhuang Wenyao went directly to 307 and knocked on the door twice.

The opposite door opened quickly, and Lu Zhiheng handed out the computer.

There was still some time before the lights were turned off, but Lu Zhiheng finished washing and changed into pajamas, as if he was about to go to bed.

Different from the meticulous and neat formal school uniform, he now exudes a relaxed and homely atmosphere all over his body: the fabric of the white pajamas is soft and comfortable to the naked eye, the hair that has just been blown dry is more moist and soft than usual, and the bottom of his trousers is inadvertently The exposed ankles are white and slender, and the V-shaped neckline can faintly see the white skin and chest muscles... But Zhuang Wenyao has no time to appreciate all of this.

"Thank you for your kindness!" He took the computer with extreme care, as if an underground party was handing over information, "What time do you wake up in the morning? I'll pay you back tomorrow morning!"

Lu Zhiheng frowned, and replied: "When the sun rises, I will get up."

This is the truth.

Lu Zhiheng has a "special function", that is, he has an unusual perception of sunlight.No matter in the dormitory where the curtains are drawn tightly or in a small dark room where no light can penetrate, he can open his eyes on time when the first ray of sunlight appears in the sky, unshakeable.

So the sun is his alarm clock, even if the sun comes out from the west, there is no way to stop Lu Zhiheng from getting up early.

But because he lives in the northern hemisphere, the time of sunrise changes periodically throughout the year, and the time he gets up also changes accordingly, not fixed.

So "I will get up when the sun rises" sounds a bit pretentious, but it is a very honest and rigorous statement.

It is still difficult for Zhuang Wenyao to understand this kind of realm, he was puzzled: "Huh?"

Lu Zhiheng had no choice but to put it another way and reported an accurate time: "It's around five o'clock."

"Five o'clock?!" Zhuang Wenyao suppressed his voice and exclaimed, "Why do you get up so early? Doesn't the dormitory only open at six o'clock?"

"That's why the uncle in charge gave me an extra door key." Lu Zhiheng smiled helplessly.

The work and rest of Xueba is really different from that of ordinary people!

Zhuang Wenyao hadn't recovered from the shock, he only heard Lu Zhiheng say: "It's okay, don't worry about paying me back, it can be done before school tomorrow afternoon."

"Then it's noon!" Zhuang Wenyao nodded at him, "Let's go first!"

Lu Zhiheng looked at his back in a hurry, and was a little puzzled: Why are you in such a hurry?

The corner of the stairwell on the fifth floor.

Zhuang Wenyao and Yuan Jiawei met, sat on the floor, put the computer flat on his lap, and turned it on: "Do you remember the password? Log in!"

Yuan Jiawei sat beside him, hesitating: "Brother Yao, are you really thinking about it?"

Zhuang Wenyao turned to look at him: "Why, you're retreating again? At this juncture, we can't stay out of it. You'd better think clearly and don't do things that you regret!"

Yuan Jiawei whispered: "No, I'm asking you."

Zhuang Wenyao was a little puzzled: "Me? Of course I have thought about it. I must do this. What?"

Yuan Jiawei: "You think the consequences of inaction are unimaginable, so if you do these things, you won't do it?"

Zhuang Wenyao's heart sank: "What do you want to say?"

Yuan Jiawei: "Zhan Xin said that he will take revenge, even girls, and you heard it. The brain circuit of a person like him can't be considered by normal people at all. If he knows, what should we do if he takes revenge on us? What if Check it out by logging into the device with the account, implicate the owner of this computer, do you know what he can do?"

"..."

Not without reason.

Zhuang Wenyao was really caught by his question. His brain, which was forced to think rationally, suddenly shut down in a panic, and all kinds of thoughts were entangled, making it difficult to move an inch.

He is not keen on upholding justice and rescuing others, nor is he dazzled by personal heroism for a while, but he just thinks of the sentence "As long as you have the ability to help others, you have no right to stand by and do nothing", so you can't feel at ease that it's nothing to do with you. Hang high.

What's more, it's hard to say that this matter has nothing to do with him at all. The benefits and possible long-term impact of it have also been analyzed with Yuan Jiawei earlier.

But it is true, as he said, that if you want to make a difference, you have to pay a certain price and bear certain risks.

But even so, should we be afraid to back down?

Zhuang Wenyao thought for a while, and then said: "The situation you mentioned is absolutely impossible. Shouldn't the victim and the evidence provider be protected? How could Zhanxin find us here. He is not responsible for others , If you are not responsible for your own life, you should reap the consequences yourself, why should we bear it?"

Yuan Jiawei still has concerns: "It's true to say so, but who knows that Zhanxin..."

Zhuang Wenyao interrupted him: "If something goes wrong, I'll be the one to blame. You won't be implicated. Don't think about it, log in quickly!"

Yuan Jiawei quickly shut up and entered the password.

Haven't found the evidence yet, and started worrying about the consequences?Hesitating and indecisive, really indecisive!

"Yes!" Yuan Jiawei brought up the message manager, and all the messages in the phone were synchronized to the cloud, "Click 'Export' again, and it will be fine, right?"

Zhuang Wenyao took a general look at the content, and found that the content was shameless and unsightly. There were also photos and recordings, and most of them were sent by Zhan Xin.

Yuan Jiawei glanced to the side with a guilty conscience, and met his staring stare at him coldly, and flinched in fright.

If eyes could kill, he would have been sentenced to death long ago!

Immediately confessed, crying: "Brother Yao, I was wrong! I changed my face and started a new life to make up for my sins! Just spare my life!"

Before finishing business, Zhuang Wenyao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Don't export it, the text is not convincing enough, just record the screen."