Chapter 52: Winning over, Miss Ye’s Identity Is Mysterious [2 More]

Binghe almost bit off his tongue, he stuttered: "Miss Ye, Miss Ye, where did you get this surveillance?"

"I have a friend who plays computers. Ye Wanlan stroked the thermos cup in his hand and began to make friends out of nothing, "She likes to play these, I asked her to help, not bad, don't you think?"

Binghe: "..."

She can play with video restoration methods that are better than the technicians of Bureau 723?!

The equipment of Bureau 723 was specially sent by the World Strategic Research Institute.

What kind of friend is this?

Binghe subconsciously looked at Yan Tingfeng.

Yan Tingfeng didn't say anything, his eyelashes drooped slightly, just fell on her fingers covering the thermos cup, just covering the name he wrote on it.

Her fingers gently stroked the cup, one after another.

He looked away.

The principal of No. 7 Middle School didn't think anything was wrong, he asked his assistant to take the surveillance video away, and asked the publicity center to urgently process and produce a new campus promotional video.

Ye Wanlan stood up and nodded: "I'll go back to class first. "Okay, classmate Ye, I'll take you home." The principal of No. 7 Middle School also stood up.

Yan Tingfeng finally spoke: "Sit down."

Principal of No. 7 Middle School: "???"

He turned his head and smiled: "Miss Ye, I'll take you home and go back to the psychological counseling room on the way."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Okay, I'll go get you some tea."

The two left side by side, leaving the principal of No. 7 Middle School with a confused look on his face.

Outside, Binghe immediately contacted the brothers of the 723rd Bureau.

"Is this the level of your technical staff?" He covered the microphone of his mobile phone and cursed in a low voice, "How did you restore the resolution of the surveillance video to 720p? It's so embarrassing!"

"Who are you talking about? "The other party immediately quit, "Do you know how difficult it is to repair that surveillance video?"

Binghe sneered: "I only know that someone can restore it to 1080p!"

"That's impossible!"

"The video has been sent to you, you can see it yourself. "

The sound of a chair falling to the ground came from the receiver. Ten seconds later, the other party who had watched the video was confused: "It's not impossible, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless there is equipment from the International Strategic Research Institute, or she is from the International Strategic Research Institute."

This time it was Binghe's turn to be confused: "Ah?"

"Either this person has professional equipment produced by the International Strategic Research Institute, or she knows the internal technology of the International Strategic Research Institute." The other party said decisively, "Besides this, there is no third possibility."

Binghe couldn't help shivering, he bumped Tiema's elbow: "Tietie, Miss Ye also knows friends from the International Strategic Research Institute? Is this possible?"

A friend who can even give out internal technology is not an ordinary relationship.

If he had such a friend, he would have directly joined the International Strategic Research Institute.

Tiema was also stunned: "No way?"

"Hey, hey, hey, do you know this person? Hurry up and win him over, pull him into our bureau!" The other party yelled in Binghe's ear, "Must pull him in! ”

Binghe hung up the phone mercilessly: “Ha.”

Fighting with the young master for someone, I want to say goodbye to this beautiful world so early.

**

On Weibo, the hot search term # Ye Wanlan # was blocked shortly after it was posted, leaving only # Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, bullying incident # is ranked high in the top five of the city's hot search list.

Driven by the Internet's troll army, netizens are cursing.

[Strongly request that No. 7 Middle School expel this student named Ye Wanlan! ]

[I am a student's parent. I will not allow this kind of girl to study in No. 7 Middle School and make my child feel insecure. ]

[I have contacted the reporter. The reporter will go to Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School in a while to take a good look at what kind of person this girl is. ]

[Things have turned around. Everyone, go and see. The girl in the video was bullied and fought back! ]

Three seconds ago, a new pinned Weibo was posted at the top of the entry square!

The video played automatically and blurred the face, but it captured in detail Sheng Song sneaking into the classroom of Grade 2 (1) in the middle of the night and tearing up the Ye Wanlan's books and exercise books, tore his schoolbag, and stepped on the cup.

[What is this boy doing? It's too much. Did the girl provoke him? ]

[If he tears up my books and exercise books, let alone kicking his desk, I will also tear up his schoolbag to vent my anger! ]

[To be honest, it is indeed wrong for boys to do this, but girls can reason with reason, why kick other people's desks? ]

[You are really kind-hearted. You must endure bullying in the future and never fight back. ]

The public opinion on the black hot search has completely reversed. No matter how hard the online water army tries to provoke, it will be useless.

As expected by Ye Wanlan, the popularity of this incident is not low. The official Weibo of Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School took this opportunity to release a promotional video.

[ x-on:Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School V: The campus security system has been fully updated, and an excellent and strong teaching team has been reorganized. The aging equipment is being replaced and repaired. Welcome everyone to apply for Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School this year. We are waiting for you! 】

As soon as the promotional video was released, parents soon called to inquire about related matters.

The high school entrance examination will be next month, and parents are very concerned about this matter.

The director of the admissions department was so busy answering the phone that he had to go to the moral education group to get two strong men to help him.

He grabbed Ye Wanlan's shoulders and cried with joy: "Classmate Ye, you really helped a lot!"

If there hadn't been this black search in the same city, Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School would not have achieved such a high effect even if it released this promotional video.

He was finally going to be busy.

"You're welcome." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "Director, you helped me, and I will help you too."

"How could I help you? You've been working hard on your own." The director of the admissions department sighed, "I'm most grateful that you came to No. 7 Middle School."

It doesn't matter if No. 1 Middle School doesn't know the value of the product, they do.

Ye Wanlan returned to Class 2 (1) of Senior High School to continue his class.

The matter was resolved, and the other students were relieved.

"Xueqing, after school today, I want to ask you to accompany me to the Chinese herbal medicine market to buy some herbs, okay?"

Su Xueqing pursed her lips hard: "But I don't know Chinese medicine."

"What should I do?" Ye Wanlan supported his chin and sighed softly, "Okay, I'll think of another way."

The loneliness in her words made Su Xueqing's heart tighten: "I... I still know a little bit, I'll go with you."

"Thank you." Ye Wanlan smiled, "I will ask you if I don't understand something in the future."

"Okay." Su Xueqing responded softly, "But my ability is very poor, I used to..."

Speaking of this, she stopped again, looking sad.

Ye Wanlan did not ask any more questions, she narrowed her eyes lightly and looked out the window.

She will go to the Su family in Yunjing sooner or later.

After school, Su Xueqing and Ye Wanlan left the classroom together.

Su Xubai, who came out of Class 2, glanced at the two of them lightly, turned around, and his back was indifferent.

Su Xueqing did not greet him, but said: "Alan, the Chinese medicine market is near the school, we can just walk there."

This sentence made Su Xubai stop suddenly. He turned his head and his eyes were cold: "Su Xueqing, have you forgotten everything you did after two years in Jiangcheng?"

Su Xueqing's eyes trembled, and her body's reaction made her subconsciously want to escape.

Ye Wanlan held her hand, stepped forward, and smiled and confronted Su Xubai: "Can you not block the way? I really don't like others blocking my way."

In this second of eye contact, Su Xubai felt a sense of oppression and tension that he only felt when facing several elders of the Su family.

No——

It's far better!

After slowly exhaling a breath, Su Xubai turned his head and his expression became even more indifferent.

Su Xueqing was not a good student, and it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't need to remind her again.

"Let's go." Ye Wanlan patted Su Xueqing's shoulder, "Don't pay attention to him."

"Thank you, but I..." Su Xueqing looked at her hand.

They were right. She was a sinner, unworthy of being a doctor, and unworthy of Chinese medicine.

After a few seconds, Su Xueqing came back to her senses: "Alan, you are looking for herbs, what disease do you want to treat?"

"Cold body." Ye Wanlan said, "But it's not an ordinary cold body, it's a very strange disease, so I ask you to accompany me to choose herbs."

"Yeah." Su Xueqing looked at Ye Wanlan's profile and was stunned.

Perhaps, she can get out of the shadow.

**

On the other side, Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Sheng Song woke up once and fell asleep again.

"Uncle, don't worry." Sheng Yunyi comforted him, and then hesitated, "Didn't Xiao Song tell you that he had an enemy at school? I saw on Weibo that he was bullied, a girl kicked his desk, and..."

"Outrageous!" Sheng Song's father was furious, "I'll go to No. 7 Middle School to find their principal now!"

Of course he knew that Sheng Song often bullied other students at school, but so what?

His son must not be bullied.

Without even eating, Sheng Song's father immediately asked the driver to take him to No. 7 Middle School and went straight to the principal's office.

There was another man in the principal's office, wearing a new national style casual outfit, with a beautiful face and calm eyebrows.

Sheng Song's father didn't pay much attention and strode forward: "Principal."

"Sheng Song's parents, you are here." The principal of No. 7 Middle School pushed his glasses, "Look at what happened online, what classmate Ye meant was..."

"I don't care what she means." Sheng Song's father interrupted the vice principal, "Just settle it privately, let her pay 200,000 yuan, it's not a lot of money, we won't care about this matter."

Brother Yan: Continuing to self-strategize

Sister Lan, who has done nothing: Continuing to work on her career.

See you tomorrow!