Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

The next day, at 4:30 pm.

The scorching summer sun cast illusory shadows on the world, making buildings and trees appear to float, as if they were about to melt.

Lin Zhao and Sun Jiajun carried a wooden plank out the door.

This was a secret weapon that the two of them devised in one morning while Teacher Lin was at work.

Made entirely by hand, taking three hours to complete, using traditional intangible cultural heritage techniques…

I took a motorcycle taxi and arrived at a residential area called "Chunhe Garden" at five o'clock.

Enter the gate.

Under a banyan tree beside the main road, the two sat down directly on the ground and stuck the wooden plank into the ground.

Lifting the blue cloth revealed the words.

On the board, written in colored chalk, it reads: An Meng, a student in Class 7, Grade 12 of Huai'an No.1 Middle School, caused a classmate to nearly die in a car accident and refused to pay medical expenses. We earnestly request the villagers to witness and restore justice to the world!

Next to the large characters, there were two A4 sheets of paper.

The above is a QQ chat log between Lin Zhao and An Meng. It can be clearly seen that An Meng took the initiative to ask Lin Zhao to bring her milk tea, and Lin Zhao politely refused. In the end, she reluctantly agreed because An Meng kept begging and acting cute.

The highly provocative large characters, the direct evidence of chat logs, and the bandages on Lin Zhao's head and the abrasions on her face.

What's right and what's wrong is clear at a glance.

The lively scene quickly attracted the attention of the residents, and a large crowd soon gathered under the banyan tree.

Sun Jiajun was eager to try before he arrived and was very much looking forward to today's operation.

But facing the pointing fingers of passersby, his face immediately turned bright red, and he tugged at Lin Zhao beside him: "Wait... isn't there a more respectable way to ask for money?"

Lin Zhao, with a long face, whispered, "There is a more respectable way, but it takes a long time, is slow to take effect, and is prone to side effects! In another week, this gauze should be removed, and Teacher Lin will be on summer vacation soon. I don't have that much time to waste with them. I need to get it over with quickly and once and for all!"

Sun Jiajun thought about it and realized that made sense.

So, disregarding his embarrassment, he joined Lin Zhao in her tearful appeal.

Five o'clock is the peak time for people to go home after get off work.

The lively scene under the banyan tree quickly attracted more people to stop and gather around, forming a dense crowd.

A middle-aged couple rode their electric bike to the door and were startled by the sight, thinking they were being given away for free eggs.

The woman was about to join the queue.

"Hey, you two are finally back! There's a young man who says your Anmeng almost killed him and he's going to make you pay him back and fight you to the death..." A neighbor shouted hurriedly when he saw them.

The couple was stunned.

"Who? Us?!"

An Yuanbiao and Liu Juan pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the innermost layer.

After carefully reading the chalk writing on the wooden board, their faces immediately darkened.

Two teenagers were wailing and performing a dramatic act.

"Yes, yes, let's call her An Meng. We're classmates!" The thin, pale boy with glasses said in a booming voice.

"So what if we're classmates? They're all polite when they need something, but they deny everything when something goes wrong!" The tall, thin boy with bandages wrapped around his head sobbed.

"They didn't say they were going to renege on their promise!"

"We can't find them now anyway!"

"That An Meng is something else. I didn't force her to marry you, it was just a little money loss, is it really that big of a deal?!"

"I'd rather marry a girl with such a vicious heart than marry her!"

"You've actually picked her? She's the school beauty!"

"Just because someone's the school beauty doesn't mean they can harm people at will?"

"This was an accident!"

"Uncles, aunts, uncles, and aunties, you all have to stand up for me..."

A cacophony of howling and wailing erupted.

An Yuanbiao and Liu Juan originally intended to pretend it was none of their business and slip away quietly.

But seeing that these two scoundrels were so unforgiving with their words, if they said a few more, their whole family would be hung up and whipped at the entrance of the community.

An Yuanbiao couldn't help but speak up, suppressing his anger, "Young man, can you talk things out? What's the point of sitting around causing trouble at the entrance of the residential area? Look at the mess this is making; no one can come in or out normally!"

Lin Zhao looked up and saw a middle-aged man with his hair parted in a 3/7 ratio. He was about six or seven months pregnant and wearing a shirt and trousers, a rare sight for someone his age who was so particular about his appearance.

Who are you?

"Never mind who I am, what you're doing is wrong!"

"Oh!"

Lin Zhao sneered, immediately identifying the person.

"Your daughter almost killed me. Now I have a hole the size of a bowl in my head, and it's hard to say what kind of aftereffects it might leave. You don't discipline your daughter, and you still have the nerve to say I'm wrong?"

An Yuanbiao felt a chill; he hadn't expected the young man to expose his identity so directly, and he was both flustered and furious.

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Lin Zhao started with zero frames, raising both hands and then dramatically lowering them, his voice soaring eight octaves, "Fellow villagers, come and see! This is the murderer's biological father, just like his daughter. He almost killed a promising high school graduate, and he's still stubbornly refusing to admit it, putting on airs and trying to drive me away... It's outrageous! God, please show some mercy and take these evil people away..."

The moment the crying and shouting began, the emotions of the onlookers were immediately ignited.

"High school graduate" "Unconscious" "Resuscitation efforts"...

With so many keywords, plus the bandages on Lin Zhao's head and the external injuries on her face, it's like a full stack of buffs.

Even passing dogs would kowtow twice to him.

The criticism immediately turned to An Yuanbiao, with everyone pointing fingers and making accusations.

The couple immediately became the target of public criticism.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two of them couldn't even escape in time, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and invite their two ancestors back home.

……

The door closed.

Hearing the noise, two people, one big and one small, came out of the house.

The older one was tall and graceful, An Meng, while the younger one was only three or four years old, a boy, drooling and sucking on a lollipop.

Upon seeing Lin Zhao and Sun Jiajun, An Meng was stunned for a moment.

"...Why are you here?" She already guessed what was going on.

Lin Zhao smiled brightly, but did not answer. Her gaze fell on the little boy eating a lollipop.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly shrank behind An Meng.

An Yuanbiao glared at his daughter, but held back his anger and simply let her take the boy inside.

Lin Zhao plopped down on the sofa, acting like the host.

"Uncle An, how do you plan to negotiate?" he asked with a smile.

An Yuanbiao was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth, but he couldn't do anything about this little rascal. He stood in the living room with his hands on his hips.

"How should I address you, classmate?" he asked calmly.

"Lin Zhao"

When were you discharged from the hospital?

The day before yesterday.

How did you know my home address?

"Your daughter said it herself... I remembered it by chance during a casual conversation last year!"

Lin Zhao spoke calmly, blinking indifferently.

An Yuanbiao was taken aback.

It had only been mentioned once a year ago, before any conflict had even occurred, yet this young man was able to remember the key information so well.

If this isn't a secret crush on his own daughter, then it's the meticulous mindset of a serial killer.

An Yuanbiao instantly realized that this kid was even more difficult to deal with than he had thought.

"You speak with a strong voice, so it seems the head injury isn't affecting you much?"

"It's not big!" Lin Zhao smiled innocently.

Beside him, Sun Jiajun hurriedly nudged his arm, as if to say, "Dude, didn't you come here to ask for money? Why don't you make yourself sound pitiful?"

Lin Zhao remained unmoved.

An Yuanbiao was taken aback by his sudden "honesty" and was at a loss for words.

Lin Zhao spoke again: "Uncle An, I'm not mentally impaired, and I'm still alive. It's all thanks to my good fortune. It has nothing to do with your daughter taking any responsibility for me being hit by a car."

An Yuanbiao's eyes turned cold, and he said firmly, "You said you're not out of your mind or dead! Besides, you were hit by a truck, not by my An Meng. The wronged should be held accountable, and you should go to the driver who caused the accident for money, instead of coming to our house to stage an accident."

Lin Zhao gave a cold laugh.

From the moment he appeared at the entrance of the residential area until now, he has never said that he was hit by a truck, and the display board only says "car accident".

An Yuanbiao didn't ask a single question about the details of the accident, but now he's talking about the truck and the driver who caused the accident.

It is clear that An Meng has already explained the whole story to him.

However, it has been almost two weeks since the accident occurred.

This guy never showed up, not only did he not offer any compensation, but he didn't even visit the hospital as the "parent of the naughty child".

Lin Zhao is not an unreasonable person.

If you've shown enough sincerity, I can be lenient.

But you insist on pretending to be deaf and dumb...

"Uncle An, are you saying you're not willing to pay compensation?" he asked with a sneer.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to pay, it's that I shouldn't have to pay in the first place. Even if you take this to the police station, the police won't support your claim!" An Yuanbiao directly invoked the law, adopting a "let's see what you can do about it" attitude.

Lin Zhao smiled calmly: "Understood, then I won't bother you any longer. Goodbye, Uncle An!"

After saying that, he got up and jumped towards the door.

Sun Jiajun was dumbfounded.

No, buddy, is that all?

Where is the display board I painstakingly made for you?

Where is the opera I was singing and wailing downstairs?

I paid five yuan for a motorcycle taxi, and you're leaving already?!

Not only him, but even An Yuanbiao was stunned, wondering if what I just said had such a powerful effect.

He couldn't help but suspect that this young man was nothing more than a showy facade.

But looking back on his behavior throughout, I feel he shouldn't have acted that way.

So he felt even worse and even wanted to call Lin Zhao back to talk.

"Brother, you can't haggle like that. Fine, I'll give you a discount, consider it making a friend..."

Upon realizing this, Lin Zhao seemed to have a telepathic connection and actually turned back.

"By the way, Uncle An, you work at the power company, right?"