Shen Tu was handcuffed, his father was terrified and didn’t know what to do, and his mother was beating Zhuang Zhen’s hand while crying, “Let my son go. He is a genius, a peerless genius. The country knows and will protect him. Test his IQ. His IQ is very high. He will definitely be able to make a lot of contributions to the country in the future!”
Zhuang Zhen looked at the young man he was holding in his hand, who was in a sorry state like a lost dog, and expressed deep skepticism towards these words. The square-framed glasses that the young man used to highlight his wisdom had long since been thrown away, and his exposed eyes were filled with a turbid and cowardly light. He was stripped of his skin, bones, and soul by Fan Jialuo, revealing his truest appearance.
“I, I just wanted to have some fun with you. I didn’t mean any harm. I thought we were kindred spirits.” He looked at the young man with tears in his eyes and kept mumbling. He had no idea why he had fallen to this point, because he was just a puppet at the mercy of others and had long since lost his own opinions and thoughts.
He thought he was very unique, but in fact he was already lost in the crowd.
Fan Jialuo shook his head and said word by word, “You are wrong, we are not kindred spirits. We are completely opposite existences.”
The young man was finally taken away by Zhuang Zhen. After losing the wisdom that did not belong to him in the first place, he was as pitiful as an insect. His parents cried, fought, and finally knelt down to beg. Then they seemed to remember something and shouted arrogantly, “My son will be fine. He is not an adult yet. He does not need to go to jail! Hahaha, you guys can catch him. Come on, catch him, and tonight you will have to let him go again.”
Zhuang Zhen tried his best to suppress his inner anger. If Teacher Fan hadn’t reported the case in time and restrained Shen Tu’s actions, those bombs could have been detonated by him at any time. He did not spare the teaching building, administrative building, playground, cafeteria, or library, any place with a large number of people. He was prepared to bathe the entire campus in blood and destroy the lives of hundreds or even thousands of people! However, his parents didn’t care at all and didn’t reflect on their own education method. Instead, they were constantly thinking about the so-called little genius’s false reputation and whether their son would go to jail.
It was apparent that Shen Tu growing up like this was not entirely due to the bewitchment of the human head. There was a big problem with his own character.
Zhuang Zhen was already very frustrated, and he had to endure the clamor and attacks of Father Shen and Mother Shen. However, what made him even more sad was that the law really couldn’t do anything against children like Shen Tu. Even if they killed someone, or attempted to create a disaster that would destroy society, the defense of being a “minor” was enough to allow them to escape the law unscathed. They didn’t have to pay any price for breaking the law!
Realizing this, Zhuang Zhen’s firm belief wavered slightly for a moment, but thinking of the bombs that were defused in time and the thousands of children who were rescued, he held Shen Tu’s hand harder. Even though he knew that his efforts would be in vain, his determination to uphold justice would not slacken, and he would not be timid in enforcing the law. They were the frontline and most solid wall protecting the general public, and they must not collapse!
Zhuang Zhen pressed Shen Tu’s head ruthlessly. This was probably the only punishment he could inflict on the young man.
Song Rui spoke slowly at this time, “Zhuang Zhen, please ask a few psychiatrists to take a good look at this child after you return. I suspect that he has a very serious schizophrenia and needs to be isolated for treatment.”
Zhuang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled. “I understand, I will request a psychiatric evaluation for him.”
Father Shen and Mother Shen were dumbfounded, but they did not dare to attack Song Rui. They just screamed and ran after Zhuang Zhen. Psychiatric evaluations for adults might be a way to avoid legal sanctions, but if a young person was diagnosed as mentally ill, their life would be ruined! Who among the neighbors didn’t know that their child was a little genius? If word of this got out, would they be able to live? Did they have a reason to live anymore?
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It could be seen that this pair of parents didn’t actually care about their child, but the added value of their child. Their thinking wawa—I couldn’t live up to my ideal life, so you have to realize it for me. You have to let me be the envy of others. How many children live in the shadow of such a pair of parents and are manipulated throughout their lives?
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Song Rui’s serious expression couldn’t hold back any longer. After holding it back for so long, he still lowered his head and smiled.
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The recording of both episodes had been completed, and Song Wennuan was discussing with the director about the broadcast time. Due to various reasons, the filming time of these two episodes was actually less than the length of one episode. By the look of it, it would be impossible to not have a reshoot. The two of them experienced headaches over the reshoots when He Jinglian’s mother rushed in angrily and shouted, “Director Song, Director Song, why didn’t you deposit this episode’s pay to my account? You are breaking the contract. You have to pay for it, otherwise my Lianlian will stop filming!”
He Jinglian chased after her with a pale face, her expression and tone very embarrassed as she exclaimed, “Mom, what are you doing! Director Song has already given me the money.”
“She gave it? Where is the money?” Mother He immediately shifted the subject of her interrogation, “How could you take away the payment! Don’t you know that your brother is in a hurry to pay his tuition fees right now? Piano lessons, violin lessons, oil painting lessons…which ones don’t require money?”
He Jinglian didn’t know how to respond to her mother’s questioning, but Song Wennuan couldn’t stand it anymore and said sternly, “Xiaolian turned eighteen last week. Your custody rights have been automatically lifted, and you have no right to influence her life anymore. This is her hard-earned money. What’s wrong with keeping it for herself? Your son is yours and he needs to go to school. Shouldn’t you as parents pay for the expenses? Let me tell you, I will only deposit the appearance fee to Xiao Lian’s account in the future. I’m not afraid of you suing me. Let’s see who the court will support. Is it your signature on the contract? Is there a word about you? If not, then get out of here, otherwise I’ll ask the security guards to chase you away!”
When Song Wennuan was angry, that bright and extraordinary face would indeed give people a sense of oppression. Mother He didn’t dare to fight with her, so she turned around to grab He Jinglian’s backpack and cursed angrily, “Your wings have hardened, huh? How dare you steal the family’s money! Where’s your bank card? Where’s the card? Hand over the card quickly, your brother’s studies can’t be delayed at all, you know! Why are you so ignorant?”
She was really in a hurry to use the money and didn’t even try to blackmail her. He Jinglian could feel it, and felt even more chilled. What did she mean by stealing money from home? Didn’t she earn all this money in the first place? Wasn’t all the family’s savings earned by her suffering and selling her soul? Why was it okay for her brother to spend a lot of money, but not for her to save a little in private?
He Jinglian hugged her backpack with all her strength, her tears flowing uncontrollably. It was no exaggeration to say that although she had a home, everything that really belonged to her was in this bag, including her ID card, bank card, and mobile phone. Song Wennuan even helped her get the bank card and mobile phone. Her family never considered her needs and were only worried about whether she could earn more money.
She cried so hard that her whole body trembled, and her arms no longer had any strength. Seeing that her backpack was about to be snatched away by her mother, a sense of despair filled her heart, almost causing her to break down. It wasn’t until she participated in this program, met Teacher Fan, and understood what true love was that she realized that the place she had been living in was not home at all, but a prison.
She kept begging her mother not to be so cruel and to leave something for herself, but Mother He didn’t listen to her at all and indiscriminately attacked the staff who came to help. Her son’s tutoring fees cost tens of thousands of yuan every month, and Mother He was under great pressure. She had no ability, and could only transfer the pressure to her daughter. A family should help each other, otherwise, why was it called a family?
However, she obviously forgot that they did not help He Jinglian at all, only squeezing more out of her.
Feeling her mother’s mood, He Jinglian finally slowly let go of the hand holding the backpack. At this moment, Ah Huo appeared out of nowhere, snatched the bag away, and raised it high.
“Snatch the bag away from me if you have the ability. I’ll stand still, try to snatch it as you please!” Ah Huo was really angry, as fierce as a wolf.
Mother He was so petite that she couldn’t reach the bag at all, so she could only keep jumping in place. However, it was useless, and she still couldn’t touch it. She wanted to borrow a chair from the staff, but the staff immediately moved the chair away. No one treated her favorably, but instead looked at her with contempt.
Mother He jumped up and down dozens of times, and then hit Ah Huo hard, but the other person remained motionless and didn’t fight back. He lifted the bag very high, never letting anyone take it away, but in fact, what he really wanted to protect was the owner of the bag, the girl who couldn’t stop crying.
“Give the bag back to me! That’s my daughter’s possession, give it back to me! You robber, I’m going to call the police. Just wait, I’m going to call the police!” Mother He also had a sense of shame. She knew it wasn’t good to rob her daughter, and even more so, she knew what disgusted gazes others were looking at her with. She wanted to keep some face, so she gradually became timid, took out her mobile phone, and pretended to make a call, but actually snuck away. Anyway, her daughter would go home at night, and she would have plenty of ways to get her daughter’s money then. This child had been led astray and needed to be properly educated!
After Mother He left, Ah Huo immediately returned the bag to He Jinglian and said in a distressed tone, “Stop crying, it’s okay now.”
“Thank you, thank you.” He Jinglian hugged her bag tightly, but she cried even more sadly.
Everyone sighed in their hearts when they looked at the girl who was curled up in a ball, unable to even stand up. This was another child harmed by their family’s affection. Treating children as private property was probably the most terrifying thought of Chinese parents, and favoring sons over daughters was one of their most stubborn diseases.
Fan Jialuo slowly walked up to the girl, gently touched her head, and conveyed his care. The goodwill radiated by countless people gathered into warm spring water, which slowly warmed up He Jinglian, who was shivering nonstop, and she gradually stopped crying. The most fascinating thing about this world was that while there was darkness, there was definitely light.
“Thank you everyone, I’m fine.” He Jinglian held her bag and bowed repeatedly, her eyes red but full of bright gratitude.
At this moment, four well-dressed men and women walked into the recording room. The leader was a thin, gray-faced old man with deep but equally cloudy eyes. He was holding a cane in his hand, walking very slowly with trembling steps. A beautiful and elegant young woman supported him and reminded him to be careful where he stepped from time to time. The woman’s skin was very well maintained. There was no trace of makeup or powder on her face, but it was as smooth as the finest white porcelain.
Song Wennuan’s eyes roamed over the woman’s flawless face, and her heart was as sour as a glass of spilled lemon juice. The woman looked at her sideways, then looked away calmly, with a very arrogant attitude.
Walking behind them were two young men. One was tall and dignified, with a handsome appearance, and the other was slender and elegant.
Song Wennuan didn’t know the old man and the woman, but she knew the two people behind them, so she hurriedly greeted, “Minister Meng, why are you here? Do you have any instructions?”
Before Meng Zhong could speak, the young man standing next to him said with a smile, “Director Song, I heard that you don’t have enough film recorded? How about I help you set up a reshoot session? Come on, come on, all the contestants are here. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Yang, a little guy who is not worth mentioning. This is Wan Bingbiao, Elder Wan. I believe you all know him, right?”
When Mother He was making a ruckus, all the psychics had already gathered in the recording room, and now looked at the young man expressionlessly. He really lived up to his name, very flamboyant.
The contestants did not know Wan Bingbiao, but the entire program team was abuzz, before revealing expressions of awe or secrecy. This Elder Wan was inextricably linked to the General Administration, and had so much sway that whether a program could be aired or not, or if it passed the review, he only needed to say something. With him here, even though Zhang Yang had no right to interfere in the recording of the program, everyone chose to remain silent.
“Come on, everyone come over. Turn on the cameras and adjust the lights. This camera needs to be closer. Move all these tables and chairs away, hurry up.” Zhang Yang naturally snatched away the director’s power, commanding the staff present.
The scene was quickly arranged according to his requirements. He asked the young woman to help Elder Wan sit on the soft sofa. When he was done, he clapped his hands and said with a smile, “I have conceptualized a reshooting session for you, called the battle of psychics. How about it? Doesn’t it sound exciting?”
Song Wennuan crossed her arms and looked at him without answering. The expression on her face was as ugly as could be.
However, the director and others nodded reluctantly, forced to submit to his authority.
The only seven remaining psychics, with Fan Jialuo at the center, seemed to be scattered but orderly, standing opposite Zhang Yang and watching indifferently.
Meng Zhong quietly walked to Song Rui’s side and shook his head helplessly.
Seeing that everyone was not in high spirits, Zhang Yang waved to the bodyguards standing at the door. “Come and bring in the things I prepared. Since you don’t find it exciting, I will give you some artificial stimulation. I guarantee you will be very happy!”
As soon as he finished speaking, several tall and strong bodyguards walked in carrying ten shiny silver metal boxes, opened them one by one, and displayed them on the ground. Those bright red, brand-new, bundles of hundred yuan bills flaunted under the lights, and the unique scent of money slowly spread, stimulating everyone’s retinas and nerves.
This scene was exactly what Zhang Yang said—very exciting! One box was one million, and ten boxes was ten million. What did he want to do?
Zhang Yang’s eyes swept over everyone’s faces. His voice was soft and his smile was scornful as he said, “I want you to channel each other, sense each other, and then say each other’s deepest secrets. The one who says the most and is most accurate will be the final winner, and can take away the ten million yuan!”
Song Wennuan was still immersed in this novel competition system and couldn’t react. However, Song Rui suddenly clenched his fists fiercely with a furious gaze—This was not a competition, this was simply killing each other! Channeling involved the soul, and the results were often more tragic than the damage caused by □□! Zhang Yang did it on purpose, he came for Fan Jialuo!
Ty for the chapter!!!