Who gets reborn with a daughter?

Fang Chusheng explained the situation last night in detail, portraying himself as a pitiful victim.

After listening, Vice Dean Yao glanced at Yu Qiuli and, after receiving a nod from Yu Qiuli, said, "This matter is not your responsibility, but continuing to make trouble will also affect your studies. Fang Chusheng, while pursuing fairness and justice, you should also consider your future."

"Okay, Dean Yao."

Fang Chusheng didn't say much.

He understood what Vice Dean Yao meant; he didn't mention the school in any of his sentences, but his words implied that he hoped Yao would consider the school's interests.

"I heard you joined Professor Yu's project team? Keep up the good work, our college will provide you with some support."

Vice Dean Yao continued.

"I will try my best."

Fang Chusheng knew that arguing with Vice Dean Yao was pointless, so he didn't say anything more.

Yu Qiuli looked dejected as he left the vice dean's office.

"Teacher Yu, what's wrong?"

Fang Chusheng asked casually.

"Isn't it all because of you?"

Yu Qiuli encountered this kind of thing for the first time as a homeroom teacher, and she was very exhausted.

"This isn't my fault, is it? I was the one who got hit..."

As Fang Chusheng spoke, he lifted his clothes to reveal bandages and bruises.

Yu Qiuli rolled her eyes and said, "You think this little trick of yours might fool those parents, but do you really think I can't tell it's a drawing?"

"Uh..." Fang Chusheng scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "Teacher Yu has good eyesight."

"Did Bai Xiaochu from the Chemistry Department do your makeup?"

Yu Qiuli asked.

"No, Miao Tingting did my makeup."

Fang Chusheng did not hide anything.

Miao Tingting is his classmate. She is very interested in the Encyclopedia of Everything website and has always wanted to join.

Yu Qiuli was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected Fang Chusheng to be so popular with the women in the class.

Generally speaking, girls won't lend boys their cosmetics, let alone help them with their makeup.

That's normal. Fang Chusheng is tall and thin, with a roguish charm that's extremely attractive to freshman girls.

Yu Qiuli didn't ask any further questions. After seeing Fang Chusheng off at the entrance of the teaching and research building, he returned to his office.

Fang Chusheng returned to his dormitory with his hands in his pockets, and almost no one on the way knew that he had been beaten.

The short video industry wasn't very popular in 2013, and since this incident happened at night, not many people knew about it.

Meanwhile, a group of parents who knew about the incident were discussing a possible reconciliation.

After the male parent who had spoken with Fang Chusheng explained the situation, the other parents were dissatisfied with the compensation and discussed it for more than two hours without reaching a conclusion.

Finally, the male parent lost his temper and yelled, "Shut up! All you know how to do is argue! All of you, shut up!"

Instantly, the noisy scene fell silent.

The male parent looked around at everyone, barely suppressing his anger, and said, "Now that this has happened, if we don't reach a settlement, your sons will serve at least a year in jail. If we can reach a settlement, it might only take a month or even less, and our sons can continue their studies. Which is more important, money or your sons?"

Everyone fell silent; their son was important, but so was their money.

After a long silence, one of the parents spoke up, "I don't think the compensation should be split equally. Zhu Jinghao is primarily responsible for this incident, so his parents should pay the lion's share, and the remaining eight of us should cover the rest."

"On what grounds?"

Zhu Jinghao's mother was immediately displeased.

"What gives you the right? If your son hadn't instigated my son, would my son be in the police station right now?"

Zhao Gang's mother immediately said.

They were already a disorganized group, and driven by self-interest, their alliance was on the verge of collapse.

"Mr. Zhu Jinghao, if you don't agree, then we'll reconcile with Fang Chusheng. You can decide what to do with your own son."

The male parent's voice wasn't very loud, but his meaning was clear.

"How could you say that? Our son has been beaten, and you still want to reconcile?"

Zhu Jinghao's mother launched into a tirade of abuse.

"Idiot."

The male parent cursed under his breath and left alone.

Soon, the other parents also dispersed.

●

A male dormitory at the Polytechnic University.

Xu Wenhao and the other two were fighting with a knife. They originally wanted Fang Chusheng to lead the way, but Fang Chusheng's arm was injured, so they didn't insist.

Suddenly, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Wei Zhiyong and Guangqiang walked in.

"Old Fang, how's it going?"

They were somewhat worried about Fang Chusheng.

"That's about enough. I'll carry you guys to higher ranks again."

Fang Chusheng raised his injured left hand.

"You're in such a sorry state, how can you expect to get a low score? Go get some rest."

Wei Zhiyong complained.

"Exactly, I hope those idiots stay locked up for a while and don't come out and harm people again."

Guangqiang cursed and swore.

"Are you guys free tonight? If so, let's have dinner together, it's on me."

Fang Chusheng disliked being indebted and wanted to repay favors as soon as possible.

"I'm free, is this okay?"

Wei Zhiyong looked at Fang Chusheng's injured left hand and asked.

"Damn! Can any man say he can't? Tonight at 8 PM, let's have a slow-flowing drink, then go to Night Charm karaoke."

Fang Chusheng made the decision directly.

Wei Zhiyong and Guang Qiang did not refuse. They liked Fang Chusheng as a decisive and straightforward friend who would invite people whenever he wanted, unlike some people who would only talk the talk but would definitely run away when it came time to pay.

After seeing the two off, Fang Chusheng lay down on the bed to rest. His phone vibrated; it was a call from Senior Ma.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, are you free tomorrow?"

"I should be free tomorrow, but it's hard to say. What's up?"

"Teacher Yu has already assigned the group list. Tomorrow at 1 p.m., she will give a talk about websites in the multimedia classroom on the fourth floor of Teaching Building No. 1."

"Then I'll try my best to be there tomorrow."

"Not just try, we absolutely must get there."

Ma Xinyan spoke seriously; she didn't like freshmen who were absent from school.

"Okay, senior."

Fang Chusheng didn't say much. He knew that the group of parents would definitely come again tomorrow. If all else failed, he would just skip the encyclopedia. Anyway, he knew that the teacher was his homeroom teacher.

"I hope those stupid parents aren't too stupid."

He prayed in his heart that a reconciliation would be best, but the compensation must not be less.

Soon, it was six o'clock in the evening.

Fang Chusheng found Wei Zhiyong and others, and the group headed to Xishuiliu Restaurant, chatting and laughing.

He booked a private room for fifteen people and waved his hand, saying, "Order whatever you want to eat. Tonight's expenses are all on me, Young Master Fang!"

"Holy crap..."

Xu Wenhao watched with envy, thinking that he would also show off like that at the next dinner party.

During the first week of school, many people came to Xishuiliu to eat, so the food service was relatively slow.

Fortunately, Wei Zhiyong and the others had common topics to discuss, either beautiful women or Dota 2.

For example, who is the school beauty queen, which girl in the class is the prettiest, when does the TI start next year, how much is the prize money, and whether the Chinese team can win, etc.

Fang Chusheng joined the Dota discussion. In his previous life, he started following Dota from TI4, which was the peak of CNDOTA, with NB as the champion, VG as the runner-up, and DK as the fourth place finisher.

The subsequent TIs were a mixed bag; only the championship wings at TI6 excited Chinese Dota players. After that, there was no more Dota in China.