Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

After watching the video on Lin Jianshen's phone, Xu Lan's face immediately darkened.

The video was shot from a distance, and the pixels are blurry and slightly distorted when zoomed in.

But since they were all her students, Xu Lan recognized them immediately. The person who led the charge in cornering Xia Tingwan was Ye Feifei.

"This is troublesome," Xu Lan murmured.

Lin Jianshen frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Ye Feifei's father is the head of the Education Bureau," Xu Lan explained.

"Two parents of students were afraid to offend him, so they had no choice but to transfer their children to other schools."

Lin Jianshen asked, "Can Teacher Xu Yan help?"

Xu Lan shook her head: "Teacher Xu Yan's father is someone else's deputy, he's far inferior."

Lin Jianshen asked, "So, the school can't do anything about this?"

Xu Lan smiled wryly, "It seems so."

"Our school principal was promoted by her father."

She looked at Lin Jianshen, her tone tinged with guilt: "But I will do my best."

"Send me the video, and I'll go and report it to the principal and the education bureau."

Lin Jianshen already understood that her feedback would have no effect: "In the end, after going around in circles, the person who handled this matter was still Ye Feifei's father."

Am I right?

Xu Lan sighed, "It seems so."

Lin Jianshen said, "I understand. Teacher Xu, I won't trouble you with this. I'll handle it myself."

Xu Lan asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Lin Jianshen said, "You're the homeroom teacher, so you should have the students' parents' phone numbers and addresses. Could you please send them to me so I can talk to him?"

Xu Lan remained silent for a long time: "You can't beat him."

Lin Jianshen said, "Don't worry, I just wanted to talk to him and hope he could discipline his daughter."

Although he said that, his tone was filled with anger.

It's clearly not as simple as just having a chat.

Xu Lan stared at him, as if trying to understand why he had changed so much.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "You really are different now. You wouldn't have cared about Xia Tingwan like this before."

"I'll text you in a bit. Delete the message after you read it, and don't say I sent it."

"As for Xia Tingwan, I will have a classmate follow her and try my best to keep her safe."

Lin Jianshen sincerely thanked him: "Thank you."

After Xu Lan left, Lin Jianshen called Director Ye.

Director Ye asked, "Who is it?"

Lin Jianshen cut straight to the point: "Director Ye, your daughter is bullying other students at school. I'd like to talk to you about it."

Director Ye's tone remained calm and composed: "Do you have any evidence?"

Lin Jianshen said, "Yes, I can send it to you."

Director Ye replied dismissively, "Then I must criticize you, young comrade. If you have evidence, just go through the proper channels to report it."

"Just handle it as it comes. Why are you asking me?"

Lin Jianshen said, "If the proper channels were effective, then the two girls wouldn't need to transfer schools."

"Is Director Ye not planning to get involved?"

Director Ye grew impatient: "Young man, how can you talk like that? Didn't I tell you to report this through the proper channels?"

Lin Jianshen said, "Director Ye, since the official channels are not working, let's try my channels."

Director Ye seemed to scoff: "What channels do you have?"

Lin Jianshen said, "I'm just a commoner, so I'll let you experience the wrath of a commoner."

Director Ye said dismissively, "We'll see."

A busy signal sounded.

Lin Jianshen gripped his phone tightly.

In his mind, the image of himself trembling and teeth chattering slowly overlapped with the image of Xia Tingwan being cornered against the wall.

An inexplicable surge of anger rushed to his head.

Why should the weak be bullied?

On what grounds?

He stood in the wind and let out a beast-like roar.

"Hey, young man over there, what are you yelling about? Tell this old man what's going on." The window of the security booth was pushed open, and an old man with a full head of white hair poked his head out.

Lin Jianshen frowned.

He was very perceptive and could tell that the old man had a unique temperament.

The timing of their appearance was too coincidental.

Because the orphanage director was also an elderly woman, Lin Jianshen generally treated her with sufficient respect.

He calmed himself down and took two steps toward the guardhouse.

The room was lit with warm yellow light, and on the table were edamame, braised beef, pig's trotters, and a bottle of Lao Cun Zhang liquor.

The old man pointed to another empty chair: "Sit down, have a few drinks with this old man."

Lin Jianshen said, "I'm not in the mood."

The old man said, "It won't take long."

Lin Jianshen walked in and asked, "Where are the guys who were on duty during the day?"

"I'm off work now, and I'm all alone tonight. Want to drink?"

Lin Jianshen stared at him for a while: "I used to drink, but I've quit now."

The old man said regretfully, "That's a pity, life will be much less fun."

Lin Jianshen advised, "Sir, drink less alcohol at night; it's bad for your health."

The old man picked up the plastic cup and downed it in one gulp: "My son often tells me the same thing."

"But there's nothing I can do." He pointed to his spine. "When I was young, I got into a gang fight, and a piece of bullet fragment got stuck here."

"Medical conditions were not good back then, so it couldn't be removed."

"Later it grew into the flesh and could never be removed. I can't sleep without drinking alcohol."

Lin Jianshen glanced at the calluses on his fingers: "Never mind, it's okay to drink once in a while. How about I have a drink with you instead?"

"Would you like to tell me about gang warfare?"

The old man shook his head: "I drink to relieve pain, not because I think it's a sign of being extravagant."

"It's good to take care of your health, but I don't want you to break your vow."

"I don't have much to say about my affairs, but your loud shout just now was filled with anger. What happened? Tell me."

After hearing about Lin Jianshen's situation, the old man did not offer any opinion.

He simply pointed to the campus, which was gradually becoming empty and silent, and said, "There are many wronged souls here."

Lin Jianshen was startled. He thought of the case of the body buried on the playground and then of Xia Tingwan. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

The old man laughed: "I can tell from your expression that you've got the wrong idea."

"This area used to be a cemetery."

Lin Jianshen said, "It seems like this saying is circulating in every school."

The old man said, "This place is real."

"Burned beneath are twenty-eight people, all of whom were martyrs in the War of Resistance against Japan."

Lin Jianshen said, "Then we still have to have a drink to commemorate the fallen heroes."

"Sir, let me join you in toasting the martyr."

The two men each raised a cup of wine and poured it on the ground as a tribute to the fallen heroes.

The old man poured two more glasses, and the two of them picked up their glasses, clinked them together, and downed them in one gulp.

The old man said, "Those twenty-eight men were guerrillas. They fought to the death to cover the villagers' retreat, and none of them survived."

"Many of the bodies were blown to pieces by grenade launchers, and they couldn't even be pieced together."

"In the end, only a cenotaph can be erected."

The words, spoken by the old man, carried a sense of vicissitude.

The evening breeze swept across the empty campus, as if carrying the sobs of history.

Lin Jianshen gazed at the dazzling neon lights of the commercial district in the distance, then turned to look at the campus, remaining silent.

The old man sighed, "Some people are lifted up by the people, yet they dare to despise the people and the masses."

"It's truly disheartening for the martyrs of this land."

"Young man, I'm here to support you in spirit. Go and beat that good-for-nothing."

Lin Jianshen said, "Sir, you have a story to tell."

The old man laughed and said, "You have it too, everyone has it too."

"Everyone is the protagonist of their own story."

"Young man, your story is long. You must learn to control yourself and never lose your temper. This is very important."

Lin Jianshen said, "I've already been quite restrained by going through the proper channels to provide feedback."

"If I hadn't been rational, all of them would be in the hospital right now."

"They should be grateful that I have family to take care of."

The old man asked, "So, what are you planning to do?"

Lin Jianshen said, "I've recently been taking online courses in Chinese language and literature, and I've read some biographies, which has given me some new insights."

"Often, an advantage is a disadvantage, and a disadvantage is an advantage."

"The key is how you perceive it."

The old man looked at him with surprise: "It's not easy for someone your age to have such thoughts."

Lin Jianshen said, "Just watch, sir. I'll show him what it means to be enraged like a commoner."

The old man sighed, said nothing, and didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Jianshen suddenly added, "I have only one request."

The old man was taken aback and asked, "What are your requirements?"

Lin Jianshen said, "I'll try to handle it my way first. If I still can't handle it, you'll have to cover for me."

"I absolutely cannot let anything happen to my sister."

The old man was confused: "What do you mean by 'safety net'? I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Lin Jianshen said, "Old man, it's getting boring if we keep acting like this."

There may be genuine coincidences in this world, but there are very few of them.

"It just so happens that I've already encountered this a few times, and I don't believe I'll encounter it again so easily."

Lin Jianshen added, "Besides, your hints are so obvious. If I still can't see it, I'm not qualified to make a deal with you."

"There's a murderous glint in your eyes, and the calluses on your hands are in a unique spot—from years of constantly pulling triggers, right?"

"The fragments near your spine were definitely not from a gang fight; they must have been from a battlefield. You can't make up the details, so you won't tell us."

The old man suddenly laughed loudly: "Good lad, you've got some skills."

"I promise you, as long as you don't go too far, I'll personally cover for your sister."

Lin Jianshen nodded: "Actually, even if I hadn't run into you today, I would have called them anyway. But I didn't want to take this step unless absolutely necessary."

"As long as you give him a warning, or have someone investigate him, there will definitely be clues and hidden dangers."

The old man didn't deny it: "You've considered everything very thoroughly, not bad, not bad."

Lin Jianshen nodded: "I'm glad we were able to reach a consensus."

"Actually, your efficiency is much lower than I imagined. I thought you would have completed the process much earlier."

"I have things to do. Goodbye."

Watching Lin Jianshen's departing figure, the old man picked up his phone and made a call: "I've already seen him."

Ma Jianfeng asked, "Did he pass the test?"

"This young man is extraordinary. I have a feeling we'll definitely reap rewards this time."

"So it passed?"

"Of course, I approved his conditions. If he can truly contribute to the people, the people will forgive him for what he did in the past."

Ma Jianfeng said, "He is preparing to follow Sun Jian's path, but Sun Jian himself has not yet touched Sun Hao's core business."

The old man said, "No rush. Since Sun Jian is Sun Hao's adopted son, it's only a matter of time before he takes over the core business."

"Sun Hao is no ordinary front man; our people simply cannot infiltrate him."

"This is a rare opportunity, so you need to be patient and play the long game to catch a big fish."

The old man deliberately revealed his flaws; whether or not one can see through them is a test in itself.

If he lacks vigilance, he will not be able to accomplish great things.

The old man took a soft cushion and placed it under his lower back before sitting down in the chair. He ate some braised vegetables while listening to a video of Wu Song fighting the tiger on his phone.

"When Wu Song stopped to read it, it read: 'A notice from Yanggu County: A large tiger has recently appeared on Jingyang Ridge, harming and killing people...'"

The old man sighed softly.

Lin Jianshen said goodbye to the old man and called Song Siyuan: "Mengzi, help me with a chore."

Song Siyuan said, "Brother Biao, I'll do as you say."