Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

Did Lin Yiwen deliberately hire someone to mess with her? How boring.

The homeroom teacher looked at the five witnesses, then glared at Mo Chenchen with hostility: "What else do you have to say? How could you, as a classmate, hurt someone, and with such force?"

This was a complete dead end. The other party had witnesses, but she didn't, and there were no security cameras in that area. Even if there were, they could only prove that she was the one who hit the person. Mo Chenchen stopped arguing: "I have nothing to say. How does the teacher want to resolve this?"

Regardless of the expressions of the four female classmates, the three boys and two girls who came to testify looked at each other in disbelief. They hadn't expected Mo Chenchen to admit it so easily, leaving them speechless.

The homeroom teacher was very dissatisfied with Mo Chenchen's attitude and felt that students who disrespected teachers should be given some appropriate punishment.

"First, apologize publicly to the four students in front of the whole school, then compensate them for their medical expenses, and finally write a 5,000-word self-criticism and hand it in to me in three days."

Before Mo Chenchen could express her opinion, the student with the dislocated arm spoke up first: "Teacher, no, she needs to compensate us for emotional distress, plus medical expenses, 50,000 yuan per person."

The homeroom teacher also heard about Mo Chenchen extorting money from Lin Yiwen, a third-grader, and was furious about it.

He thought that Mo Chenchen had a problem with her character, and now that he saw others extorting money from Mo Chenchen, he didn't stop them, thinking that he would let her taste what it was like to be extorted too.

In fact, this is the ultimate goal of these people: to extort money to avenge Senior Lin.

Mo Chenchen said that she could be framed, she didn't need her reputation, but she would never allow anyone to extort money from her. She would go crazy for anyone who dared to touch her money.

He wouldn't tolerate it: "You want me to pay you back? Dream on! If you're not happy, go ahead and sue me. I'm waiting."

*Smack!* The homeroom teacher slammed her hand on the table angrily: "Mo Chenchen, if you continue to be so stubborn, I will apply to the school to have you suspended from school to reflect on your mistakes. You can come back to school when you realize your errors."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenchen's eyes lit up. Such a good thing? She didn't need to apply for a leave of absence; she had achieved her goal directly.

When will she realize her mistake, and when will she come back to school? Well, sorry, she'll never realize it.

Although he had achieved his goal, he couldn't let the grievances go unpunished. He picked up the phone and waved it at the people in the room: "I have recorded everything you just said. I strongly suspect that you are setting up a scam and that the amount involved is huge. I am going to call the police."

Upon hearing this, the students' expressions changed drastically, and the homeroom teacher stood up angrily: "Mo Chenchen, do you still have the money you swindled from Lin Yiwen? If you call the police, they'll arrest you first."

Mo Chenchen didn't take it seriously: "I signed a document with Lin Yiwen, it's voluntary compensation, it doesn't count as fraud."

The scene was silent, but Mo Chenchen didn't want to linger there any longer; it was a waste of her time.

"Each of you should give me 50,000 yuan as compensation for emotional distress. Remember to mark the transfer as a voluntary donation, and we'll call it a day. Otherwise, I'll call the police and accuse you of conspiring to commit fraud, which amounts to 200,000 yuan. That would be grounds for prosecution."

One of Lin Yiwen's friends, who was a bit sensible, said: "Dude, you have no evidence, but we have evidence to prove that you hit the person. Even if we call the police, you'll be the one paying the medical bills."

Mo Chenchen pulled a chair over from the side and sat down, then took out a voice recorder from her pocket:

"Senior, I have recordings. Not only are there recordings of them causing me trouble, but also recordings of you forging evidence. I strongly suspect that this is a scheme set up by Senior Lin Yiwen to retaliate against me."

Wu Bin's expression changed immediately: "Yiwen doesn't know about this."

Mo Chenchen scoffed, "Who would believe that? If you weren't here to testify, he could say he didn't know. But now that his friends are involved, how could he not know?"

Everyone fell silent. Finally, Wu Bin had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

He gave generously, but apart from him and Yu Xiang and Li Ziqi who were with him, the others were not so well-off.

Those who made fake documents together and could hang out with Lin Yiwen were not poor, even if their families weren't particularly wealthy. Although it hurt, they still gritted their teeth and paid.

But the four female classmates were in a bad situation; they didn't have that much money at all, but Mo Chenchen wouldn't let it go.

The homeroom teacher frowned and stepped forward: "Mo Chenchen, you were also at fault today. Let's just forget about the rest. Go home and reflect on your actions, and I'll waive your sentence."

Mo Chenchen resolutely refused. Could she really be exempted from the task? She liked to go home and reflect on her actions; reflection made her happy.

"Teacher, what are you thinking? You want to give me 50,000 yuan too? You're a participant as well."

The outspoken homeroom teacher was so angry that his head was spinning. In the end, he didn't care anymore and just said, "Call the police if you want." Even if he was wrong, all he would do was criticize and apologize.

He agreed, but the five witnesses and the four female classmates disagreed; they know what they did.

If you really want to call the police and get them involved, they'll be guilty of fraud, even if they weren't. In the end, those three boys still got the lion's share of the money, since they're the ones who can hang out with Lin Yiwen and come from well-off families.

The six girls pooled together 120,000 yuan, and the remaining 180,000 yuan was paid by the three girls.

Mo Chenchen was secretly delighted. She had made a net profit of 500,000 yuan from just one trip to the school. She wanted to do this kind of thing more often.

As for the recording... she lied to them, haha!

Seeing Mo Chenchen's state angered the homeroom teacher, who told Mo Chenchen to go home and reflect on his actions. He promised to report today's events truthfully. As a student of Chengda University, one needs not only good grades but also good character.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenchen scoffed and turned to leave, not giving anyone a second glance: Good character? Well, may you die sooner.

Not long after she left school, rumors about her began to fly everywhere, which naturally brought her more contempt.

Lin Yiwen listened to his three good friends' description in silence for a long time before finally asking, "You said she left school? Went home to reflect on her actions, and you forced her to?"

He let it slip while chatting with some friends, and his buddies, not wanting to be outdone, spread the word. Although they didn't mention the amount of money, it was enough to make him feel guilty.

Now they've pulled this stunt again, making such a big deal out of it.

Going home to reflect on one's actions will result in a major demerit, which will be recorded in one's personnel file. This will tarnish one's academic record and make it difficult to find a job in the future.

I knew that woman cared about money, but I didn't expect her to care about money this much.

Because of a little money, someone's life was indirectly ruined. He felt guilty, even though he didn't really care about the money; it was just his monthly allowance.

Why would a student choose to suspend their studies because of money?

"This woman is really something. She could have threatened us to avoid her punishment, but she didn't say a word, it's like..."

He didn't know how to describe it; it seemed like he wished the school would expel her.