Chapter 51
Chapter 51: Iron-Handed Measures, Sister Lan and Brother Yan Join Forces
On the internet, netizens were furious.
[I wouldn’t send my kid to No. 7 High School even if you paid me. Back then I spent money to get him into an international school. Looks like I made the right choice.]
[Maybe don’t just follow the crowd online. AI is everywhere these days; videos can be faked. A random ten-second clip pops up—who knows what really happened?]
[Case closed. The one bullying good students in the video is the transfer student who just arrived this week. Name drop: Ye Wan Lan. Three years ago she dropped out of No. 1 High School. After she dropped out, do you know what she went to do? She became a model.]
[You can tell she picked up bad habits out in society. Can No. 7 High School just expel this delinquent already?]
Under the Weibo post that released the surveillance clip, paid trolls were clearly steering the discussion—and for a while, it worked.
Then a second topic appeared on the local trending list.
#Ye Wan Lan#
River City was one of the top five major cities in Shen Zhou. With so many people online, both topics shot upward at frightening speed.
“Someone must have bought trending spots for our Wan Lan, right?” a classmate muttered. “Otherwise it wouldn’t climb this fast.”
“Who would do it?” another student said, furious. “That’s going too far.”
“Could it be Sheng Song?” someone else asked. “What would he gain from it? If people dig up what he’s done before, wouldn’t he be even more screwed?”
It was obviously organized. Deliberate.
“Classmate Ye, don’t be angry,” the deputy class monitor said quickly when he saw Ye Wan Lan come over. “There are tons of keyboard warriors online. They’re unhappy in real life, so they go all-out on the internet. They curse everyone because that’s the only way they feel satisfied!”
“I’m not angry.” Ye Wan Lan handed the phone back to the PE rep, thoughtful. “I just remembered I still have a Weibo account.”
Back then, the Transmigrator who had taken over her body chose to drop out, stepped into the modeling world, and joined Huang Chi Entertainment.
Huang Chi Entertainment was a company under Madam Zhou’s group. That was why the Transmigrator could meet Zhou He Chen.
Otherwise, an ordinary person would never cross paths with those rich heirs from the Jiang circle.
The Transmigrator hadn’t had Ye Wan Lan’s memories.
But Ye Wan Lan had been trapped in a corner of her own body, forced to watch everything the Transmigrator did for four years.
The Transmigrator seemed very satisfied with her appearance. She posted outfit photos on Weibo constantly. In three years, she’d built up hundreds of thousands of fans.
Now, netizens had already swarmed that account.
[You dropped out and now you’re repeating a grade—what do you think school is?]
[Can this delinquent girl just get lost? Stop ruining good students!]
[Couldn’t you make money as a model, so you crawled back to school to repeat a year? Where were you earlier? It’s too late! You’ll never amount to anything in this life!]
Ye Wan Lan typed in the account and password, logged into Weibo, and deactivated it in one smooth motion.
The Transmigrator’s hundreds of thousands of fans vanished instantly.
By then, Su Xue Qing had fully calmed down. A thin frost settled over her brows, her gaze sharp. “A Lan, I’ll find someone to help you.”
“No need,” Ye Wan Lan said evenly. “I’m going to talk to the principal about how to maximize No. 7 High School’s interests.”
The classmates stared at each other.
At a time like this, she was still thinking about maximizing interests. Was their new classmate some high official in her past life?
At the same time, at the First Hospital—
“Miss Yun Yi, it’s just a minor injury. I’m sorry you had to come all the way here so early.” Sheng Song’s father sighed. “Little Song came back last night like he’d gone crazy. I don’t even know what happened.”
“You’re too polite,” Sheng Yun Yi said, her eyes full of concern. “We share the Sheng surname. Of course I should look after him. How is Little Song doing now?”
“The doctor gave him a sedative. He’s asleep, but… he’s still not doing well.” Sheng Song’s father gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what kind of monster could be so ruthless. When Little Song came back, his feet were bleeding!”
Sheng Yun Yi frowned.
According to the driver, Sheng Song had ended up in that state inside the villa neighborhood.
But that community’s security was extremely strict—top-level surveillance and defense. No one should have been able to slip in without being noticed.
Ye Wan Lan?
Of course she didn’t have that kind of capability.
“Uncle, let Little Song rest properly,” Sheng Yun Yi said gently. “I’ll check who did this.”
Sheng Song’s father looked deeply grateful. “Miss Yun Yi, thank you so much.”
Sheng Yun Yi left the ward. Outside, Zhou He Chen stubbed out his cigarette. “How is he?”
“No major physical injuries,” Sheng Yun Yi said softly. “His mental state is bad.”
She sighed. “He Chen, who do you think did it? That day, Little Song came to me and said only Miss Ye had a grudge against him…”
Zhou He Chen’s hand paused. His lips pressed thin as he forced the anger down.
“Young Master.” A respectful voice came from behind him. “Madam saw you. Please go over.”
Zhou He Chen turned. It was the assistant by Madam Zhou’s side. “All right. I’m coming.”
He followed the assistant to the VIP ward area. Madam Zhou was waiting at the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Did you come to see your brother?”
Zhou He Chen froze. “No. It’s Yun Yi’s distant cousin—”
He was fine until he mentioned Sheng Yun Yi. The moment her name left his mouth, Madam Zhou’s face hardened, anger rising sharp and fast.
“A branch member of the Sheng Family is worth you personally coming to the hospital?” she snapped. “Is Sheng Yun Yi more important than your brother?!”
Cold seeped into her bones.
“Mom, that’s not what I mean,” Zhou He Chen said, exhausted. “After we lost President Quan’s deal last time, the company has been extremely busy. I finally had a bit of time. With you here with my brother, I felt at ease.”
Madam Zhou didn’t want to hear his explanations. Her voice flattened. “At the end of the month, your sister will be on summer break and come back to River City. Remember to pick her up at the airport. That’s all. Go back and keep Sheng Yun Yi company.”
“I understand.” Zhou He Chen rubbed his forehead and returned to the first floor.
“He Chen, did Aunt say something to you again?” Sheng Yun Yi gently held his hand. “It’s my fault. I made you argue again.”
“This has nothing to do with you, Yun Yi.” Zhou He Chen let out a quiet breath. “My mother… my brother ending up in a vegetative state was a huge blow to her. I can understand her losing control.”
Sheng Yun Yi lowered her voice. “If Brother Zhou could wake up, things would be easier for you too.”
Zhou He Chen didn’t respond. He only said, “I’m going back to the company.”
Wake Zhou He Yuan up…
His expression was thin and distant as he took his car keys, then had the driver take Sheng Yun Yi back to the Sheng Family old residence.
Meanwhile, in the psychology consultation room—
Yan Ting Feng had just finished an online meeting for Bureau 723 and handled several matters when the door flew open.
“Young Lord, something happened. Miss Ye is trending!” Bing He rushed in, barely catching his breath. “This… what do we do? We’ve never handled something like this.”
People in their line of work didn’t deal with the internet at all. Before this, Bing He hadn’t even known what Weibo was.
Yan Ting Feng closed his eyes, resting. “Let me see.”
Rong Yu leaned in, his face turning serious as he read. “A smear trend. Planned. This is bad—someone’s trying to mess with Classmate Ye.”
If someone went after his patient, they went after him. He wouldn’t allow it.
Yan Ting Feng’s voice stayed calm. “Where’s the person?”
“We traced the IP that posted the video. It’s in River City.”
“Ban it.”
Bing He nodded and contacted the specialists.
A dozen seconds later, he stared at his phone in surprise. “It’s already banned, Young Lord. We’re too late. Could someone else be helping Miss Ye?”
Yan Ting Feng opened his eyes.
He tilted his head and chuckled softly. “You said… someone else?”
His tone was mild, almost gentle—like it always was.
Bing He opened his mouth, then shut it again.
For a second, he had the distinct impression he might be assassinated in the next heartbeat.
“Go to the principal’s office,” Yan Ting Feng said, rising as he gathered his coat.
Rong Yu stood too. “I’m going as well.”
“Sit.”
“…” Rong Yu stared at him. “Your possessiveness is too strong. This is not normal!”
“Mm.” Yan Ting Feng didn’t deny it.
He brought Bing He and Tie Ma to the academic building and went straight for the principal’s office.
“Young Master Yan!” The principal of No. 7 High School hurried to his feet. “You’re here. Classmate Ye just discussed the trending issue with me. We still don’t know how the school surveillance leaked. I had the vice principal check, but as for the situation online—”
Yan Ting Feng said slowly, “Don’t ask me. Do whatever Miss Ye says.”
Ye Wan Lan’s expression was calm, her thoughts clear. “First, we need to clarify the truth. We should post the full surveillance footage, along with the clip of Sheng Song destroying property early that morning.”
Then she continued, unhurried. “After that, the official account should use the heat to announce that No. 7 High School has upgraded its security system and staff, rebuilt the teaching team, and opened a dedicated school bus route. It’ll attract students and raise this year’s enrollment.”
No. 7 High School’s acceptance rate in River City wasn’t the worst. It was middle of the pack.
The reason it had fewer students was simple: the campus facilities were old, there weren’t enough teachers, and it was far out in the suburbs. Parents didn’t want to send their kids there.
Summer admissions season was coming. She would help the admissions director boost No. 7 High School’s numbers.
“Good!” The principal nodded hard. “We’ll do exactly as Classmate Ye says.”
“We’ll use my version of the video,” Ye Wan Lan added, giving a small nod.
“Miss Ye, no need. We already have a restored, clearer version at 720p HD. You—” Bing He started, then caught sight of the file Ye Wan Lan had provided.
1080p.
Ultra-clear.
Bing He went silent.