Chapter 217 Self-Defense

In Jiuyou College Dormitory Hill, a small single room.

Nicholas got up a little early today, and before it was fully light, he got up, groped around, and sat in the corner of the bed with a quilt on his back, looking at the dark sky outside through the blurred glass. Looks tired.

On the gray stone desk in front of the bed, there is a copy of the Beta Town Post spread out. Through the dim light cast from the window, you can clearly see the headline in bold on a certain page of the newspaper - Weekend News Inventory: Murloc Demonstration , a public-funded student was suspected of murder, and a student from Jiuyou College spoke out.

Not far from the Post, there is a folded version of the First University newspaper, which also contains a lengthy report. But compared to the Beta Town Post's title, which was full of provocation and ambiguity, the school newspaper's wording was much more clever - Soprano and Friedman expressed their opinions one after another, and they were both paying attention to this classmate.

It can be seen that both newspapers have been read over and over by their owners many times. The papers are already covered with small wrinkles, and many paragraphs and words in the articles have been outlined with red lines.

After a long time, Nicholas finally took a deep breath and cursed in a low voice:

"Fucking hell."

He was the ‘classmate that both Friedman and Soprano were paying attention to’ in the school newspaper, and one of the nine students who ‘spoke his true feelings’ in the Beta Town Post.

But this is not a good thing. Especially in the current public opinion environment.

Nicholas does not feel that he is better than Zheng Qing in dealing with this whirlpool of public opinion. Especially since he has been transferred to another hospital three times and has mediocre grades. Doesn't he have any honors? The current situation is really worrying.

"You just expressed your opinion at the wrong time and in the wrong place... This matter has nothing to do with you." Liu Feifei's words of comfort still echoed in his ears.

The witch did not alienate Nicholas because of his mistakes. Instead, she stood firmly behind him and encouraged him: "...Don't be affected by these rumors. You are a man, be brave...get rid of the current public opinion. Environment, is what you said wrong? We do support the just struggle.”

That's right.

But reality doesn’t work as it should.

The reality of adults is often unreasonable.

Even if it is correct, it is absolutely wrong if put in an inappropriate context. Just like Downton said to him after a certain class: "Expressing opinions depends on your stance. If your butt is crooked, don't blame others for screwing you. With our status, how can we be qualified to talk about 'objectivity and neutrality' Four words? We are from Jiuyou Academy, so we naturally carry the label of the academy!"

Nicholas has never claimed to be ‘objective and neutral’, nor does he intend to be an opinion leader.

He only accepted the interview with the Beta Town Post for the "throat moistening fee" of fifty copper coins. If he had known that things would be so big, he would never have done this.

There are no ‘what ifs’ or ‘ifs’ in reality.

Everyone must take responsibility for what he has said - if he does not want others to take responsibility for him.

Thinking of this, Nicholas stood up suddenly, pulled off the quilt on his body, rubbed his face vigorously, and then patted it hard: "You are a man...you can't let girls stand in front of you."

As a publicly funded student and first-year chief student of Jiuyou College, Liu Feifei has been under great pressure from public opinion recently. All these pressures were brought by him. Nicholas wants to change that.

Even if it cannot protect you from the wind and rain, we must find a way to make you stand more relaxed and warm in the wind and rain.

With this thought in mind, he pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Then he smoothed the manuscript paper he had prepared and grabbed the gray quill in the ink bottle.

"You finally thought of picking me up," Quill yelled angrily, "I've been drinking ink all night...Have you decided what to write?"

"Think about it, think about it."

The wizard murmured, moved the quill to the top of the manuscript paper, and without any hesitation, wrote his name - Nicholas Green Oswall made the following statement...

It was foggy outside the window, and the mood of spring was fading.

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Jiuyou College, in front of Shushan Hall.

The witches who got up early are lining up to enter the museum.

"The atmosphere in school has been so weird recently." Jiang Yu stood behind Liu Feifei and sighed softly.

"Is there any?" The chief student was holding a copy of "The Philosophy of Magic" and shaking his head while reading. Hearing this, he looked around blankly: "Aren't everyone studying hard?"

Indeed, judging from the scene in front of the library, the students of Jiuyou Academy are indeed studying hard.

But this is survivorship bias.

"Don't you think there have been too many topics about Nicholas in the newspapers these past two days?" Jiang Yu pointed out: "Even Sir Friedman and Soprano have expressed their opinions."

"He didn't mean it," Liu Feifei finally caught up with the chat and said sadly, "Besides, he didn't mean to say anything wrong... There are also a lot of topics about Zheng Qing in the newspapers."

Jiang Yu resisted the urge to defend. Zheng Qing is different from Nicholas.

Unlike the slightly naive nerd in front of him, Jiang Yu, who came from a wealthy wizard family, could see Nicholas' current situation more clearly than most students in the academy.

As the saying goes, what a thousand people point to will end without any disease. The pressure to speak is terrible in any society. What's more, this is a wizarding world where 'true words' and 'exports become constitutions' exist.

"Perhaps you should ask Nicholas to take a few days off to rest." Jiang Yu considered it and gave his own suggestion. Time is always the best way to resolve conflicts.

"No," Liu Feifei shook her head vigorously and said seriously: "Now is the most critical period of the entire school year, and we can't afford to delay it... He has been in the first grade for two years, and there is no time to delay. At worst, we stay away. "

Jiang Yu sighed deeply.

Next to him, a confused voice suddenly came.

"Rest?" Li Meng hugged the stuffed bear, her eyes not fully opened: "Cousin, is the library closed? Do we have to go back to rest?"

She didn't pay attention to the focus of the conversation between Jiang Yu and Liu Feifei, and only heard the word she wanted to hear the most.

Although she was also waiting in the queue to enter the library, this was not her intention. Rather than waiting in line, she would rather play chess and drink tea with Duke Zhou on Saturday morning.

But with Jiang Yu, a diligent and serious cousin, the little witch's wish became a luxury.

"Wake up! You haven't written a single word in your Magic Literature class homework yet!" Jiang Yu pulled Li Meng's shoulder and shook it hard: "You are so young, how can you sleep so much so early in the morning!"

Li Meng finally woke up a little from the vigorous shaking.

"There are still two days left." She muttered, hugging the stuffed bear tighter. The stuffed bear kept its mouth shut obediently and would never interrupt the two hostesses when they were talking about study.

"You only have one morning to do your homework." Jiang Yu added coldly: "In the remaining time, I have prepared three sets of test papers for you. Don't always think about being lazy."

Li Meng's face suddenly fell, and she felt that her whole life was much darker.

Very much like this foggy morning today.