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The moment Huang Mao saw the police, his legs went weak.

He took a step back, trying to stand among his brothers, but his brothers were also backing away.

Red Hair pulled the flyer out from behind his back and quietly threw it on the ground.

Green Hair took the cigarette out of his mouth and slung it behind his back.

Purple Hair looked down at his phone, pretending he was just passing by.

The colorful hairs were gathered together, but no one spoke anymore.

They were not afraid of those in charge, parents, or test takers.

They are afraid of the police.

This uniform is the last thing they want to see.

The person in charge panicked.

He strode up to the policeman, his voice low and urgent, as if reporting on his work while simultaneously pleading for leniency:

"Officer, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

I am the person in charge of Qihang Repetition School. What happened today was due to our mismanagement, and I have already apologized to everyone. We are also willing to compensate this chubby student for his losses.

"first."

The policeman interrupted him, his voice not loud, but every word carried undeniable weight. He held up one finger, pointing to the table, leaflets, and inflatable archway in front of the tent.

"Did you apply for approval from the urban management department before setting up your GG stall here?"

He paused, then pointed to the road in front of the school gate, which was completely blocked by parents.

"Maintaining traffic order at the entrance of the examination site is a key aspect of ensuring the smooth conduct of the college entrance examination. Any unauthorized occupation of the road constitutes a violation."

Secondly, the fact that your employees publicly insulted and cursed the test takers in a public place constitutes the crime of provoking trouble.

Multiple people present provided video evidence, the facts are clear, and the evidence is conclusive.

The person in charge had his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something.

I want to say, "We really didn't mean it," I want to say, "It's a problem with the temporary worker," I want to say, "I'll definitely make sure to fix it properly when I get back."

But looking at the policeman's expressionless face, he couldn't utter a single word.

The policeman turned around and said to the group of brightly dressed young men, "You guys, come with us."

The blond-haired man's face was as white as a photocopy. His lips trembled twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Red Hair muttered a curse under his breath, his voice trembling.

The others also lowered their heads, their earlier arrogance gone, like a few cabbages that had been battered by frost.

The police then told the person in charge, "Your organization's stalls that are obstructing the road must be removed immediately. As for any subsequent administrative penalties, we will notify you after our investigation is complete."

The person in charge looked at the police officer's back, then at the energetic young men being led into the police car, and finally looked down at the pile of flyers that hadn't been handed out yet at his feet.

The flyer once read, "Failure is not scary, set sail again," but now those words seem to be mocking him.

He is not the boss.

He was just a regional manager for Qihang Repetition School in this area, overseeing a few temporary workers and responsible for spreading publicity at the entrances of various examination centers during the college entrance examination period.

The boss called him yesterday to remind him that the pressure of student recruitment this year is great, and the publicity for the test center must be done well.

Qihang's name will soon appear in the police dispatch record, and it might even make the headlines of tomorrow's social news.

He even came up with a headline for the reporter—"On the day of the college entrance examination, a staff member of Qihang Repetition School was taken away by the police after cursing the candidates for failing the exam."

He took out his phone, looked at his boss's WeChat profile picture, his finger hovering above the screen, hesitant to tap it for a long time.

How so?

"Mr. Wang, the publicity for the test center has been very effective. Our flyers are being shared all over the internet, and the video has already been viewed over 100,000 times."

Or is it, "Mr. Wang, one of our part-time staff members cursed all the test takers to fail in front of hundreds of parents, and was taken away by the police on the spot"?

He couldn't bring himself to say either version of events.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, leaned weakly against the deflated inflatable arch, and muttered, "These young punks, they've really ruined me!"

On the other side, the blond-haired man was being escorted by the police towards the police car.

He kept his head down, his steps were slow, and his hair stood out in the crowd, but no one looked at him anymore.

Most of the onlookers had already dispersed, with only a few still holding up their phones to take pictures of the police car's taillights.

Huang Mao didn't care anymore. It wasn't his first time in jail anyway. He'd be back in a couple of days and be a hero again.

He looked down, watching his toes move forward step by step, until he saw a pair of sneakers stop in front of him.

He raised his head.

Zong Wen stood in front of him, less than half a step away.

"Did you just wish he would fail his exam?"

Zong Wen pointed at Zhang Yifan behind him, his voice even louder than when Huang Mao shouted "None of you will pass the exam," so loud that all the parents and candidates who hadn't left yet heard it.

"Excuse me, but let me give you some background information. This is Zhang Yifan, the top student in our grade at No. 1 High School, who scored 691 points in the joint entrance exam, ranking among the top three in the city. He's someone the admissions offices of Tsinghua and Peking Universities specifically called the school to ask for your attention. You just wished he wouldn't get into any universities?"

The blond-haired man's face was already pale, but now it was even paler.

He looked at Zong Wen, then at Zhang Yifan, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

I wanted to say, "Why the hell didn't you say so sooner?" and "If I had known he was number one in the grade, would I have acted like this?"

But he didn't say anything.

Those who hadn't yet dispersed were already laughing.

One parent smiled and shook his head, saying, "Now we've really messed up."

Another boy, who looked like a test taker, pushed up his glasses and added, "I was in the same exam room as him, and he got a perfect score on the joint entrance exam in mathematics."

The blond-haired man lowered his head even further and was pushed by the police into the back seat of the police car.

The police car door slammed shut, the red and blue lights flashed a few times, and the police car slowly drove away from the school gate.

Red Hair and Green Hair and a few others were shoved into another car. Their hair colors could still be vaguely seen through the car window, like a palette of paints being escorted into a police car.

Zong Wen watched the police car disappear around the corner, then turned around, dusted off his hands, as if he had just completed a major mission.

He looked at Zhang Yifan, then at Guo Hao, a smug look still lingering on his lips from when he used his ultimate move so close to Guo Hao's face.

"This is what you call killing someone's spirit. I casually mentioned to his face the heights he could never reach in his lifetime. It wasn't very hurtful, but it was extremely insulting."

He got more and more excited as he talked and began to review his actions.

"What's the key point? The key point is that my tone was particularly flat."

The more indifferent you are, the more you hurt him! If I were to yell at him fiercely, he would think I was just venting my emotions.

"What a pity." He changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of lingering dissatisfaction, "In the end, that blond guy didn't apologize to Guo Hao. They wanted him to bow his head and admit his mistake in public, but the police put him in the car first."

Guo Hao shook his head.

No need to apologize.

His voice was much calmer than before.

"It's much better for him to be taken away by the police than to apologize. I saw his legs go weak just now. It was much worse than when he scolded me."

Zong Wen looked at him and paused for a moment.

"Guo Hao, you've changed."

"What has changed?"

"You were like a powder keg when you were being yelled at, now you're like a philosopher."

"Philosopher my foot."

Guo Hao smiled, which was a rare occurrence.

"I've figured it out. For someone like him, an apology is just empty talk; he'll forget about it as soon as he turns his back."

But after being taken away by the police, he'll have to avoid the entrance of the No. 1 Middle School for the rest of his life; that's what you call learning a lesson in a physical sense.

Listening to their back-and-forth conversation, Zhang Yifan lifted his schoolbag higher.

"Alright, stop reviewing. It's a minor issue. Don't let this affect your mindset."

He looked at Guo Hao.

Guo Hao's smile slowly faded, clearly indicating that he had thought of a more troublesome problem than Huang Mao's.

Huang Mao was taken away by the police, but the geography exam was still waiting for him in the exam hall.

"Guo Hao, do well on your geography exam."

With your junior high school foundation, you can guess on the multiple-choice questions, fill in the blanks, and write as much as you can on the essay questions; you still have a chance to pass.

Guo Hao looked miserable.

"Geography was my worst subject in junior high school. Back then, there was no college entrance exam, and I could still get 30 points on the final exam."

In recent years, I've completely forgotten everything. Now I can't even tell which way the monsoon and ocean current go, east or west.

If my junior high geography teacher knew I was taking geography in the college entrance exam, she would have rushed back from her retirement home to scold me.

Zong Wen frowned and thought about it very seriously.

"Monsoons and ocean currents... do they go east and west respectively?"

No, monsoons blow from the sea to the land in the summer and vice versa in the winter.

Ocean currents are...

"Stop talking," Guo Hao said, covering his face. "You're making me even more confused."

Zhang Yifan remained silent for a moment.

"...Just do your best."

"Brother Fan, your way of comforting people is truly unique."

"Thanks."

I wasn't praising you.

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