Chapter 100: Untouchable Line Part 3

The Class Monitor’s mind went blank. He couldn’t even remember how to handle the situation.

A delayed, shrill, hoarse scream erupted from him as he felt a dull pain on his skin.

In his blurred vision, the tops of his feet and his shins were charred black, the fabric of his pants sticking to mangled flesh.

His legs shook violently until they could no longer support his weight, and he finally collapsed into the puddle of liquid.

Only the woman’s calm, mocking gaze before him brought him back to his senses.

“It’s just water. Only you would be stupid enough to commit a crime right under a security camera.”

…Water?

The Class Monitor stared blankly at his legs and his clothes. There were only wet patches from water; where was the acid corrosion?

Shen Ruoshuang placed the empty reagent bottle back in the cabinet.

She unhurriedly removed her gloves, the madness of a sophisticated scoundrel revealing itself in her every move.

As she passed that piece of trash, she didn’t spare him another glance, but a voice only the two of them could hear ensured the nightmare would continue:

“This is only the beginning.”

By the very next evening, the anonymous forum and the “Confession Wall” of X University were flooded with an exposé.

It was a massive post detailing how He Yunliang, the monitor of Chinese Language Class 1, had abused his power for personal gain.

The author was extremely rigorous, providing a clear structure and distinct evidence without a single loophole. It was a satisfying read.

But the reason it spread so widely was that the protagonist’s actions were truly explosive.

He failed to report his own absences, the list of “Outstanding Military Training Students” he submitted consisted entirely of his own friends with disciplinary records, he embezzled reimbursements for class mixers, and he confiscated “prohibited appliances” from other dorms only to use them himself. He even blackmailed his roommates into lending him their high-end computers for gaming by threatening to report them for bringing computers without permission.

Even worse, he used his position as monitor to play the field, pursuing five people simultaneously. If he was rejected, he would retaliate and marginalize them at every turn.

Finally, there was a clip from the chemistry lab surveillance. It showed him looking around shiftily before leaning his body weight into a “bump” toward a student performing a sulfuric acid experiment.

With the previous context, everyone naturally assumed it was intentional. How was this any different from attempted murder?

Had he not been bullying freshmen, and had the students of the Chinese Department not been so quiet and reserved, he would have been exposed and ruined long ago.

Victims began to come forward one after another, posting chat logs and confronting him on the spot. The heat of the post exploded, and half the school was watching the drama.

It even trended on social media.

It was a total social death.

The fallout was immense. Under the crushing weight of public pressure, the counselor of the Chinese Department dismissed the Class Monitor from his position overnight.

Even now, the Academic Affairs Office was locked in an emergency meeting, debating the severity of the formal disciplinary action to be handed down.

On this bustling, chaotic night, Xu Yinian was the only one left in the dark. She sat alone on a subway train bound for the hotel where the financial aid ceremony was being held, blissfully unaware of the storm she had left in her wake.

The Shen Group didn’t just provide financial aid to X University; they sponsored several institutions, and tonight’s ceremony was a joint event for all of them. Consequently, the venue wasn’t on campus. It was held at a luxury hotel under one of the high-end brands recently acquired by the Shen Group itself.

The location was quite a distance from X University, requiring two subway transfers to reach. While the organizers had provided chartered buses for the students, the passenger list had been finalized long ago. Xu Yinian hadn’t even submitted her initial application yet, let alone secured a seat on the bus.

Besides… she didn’t really want to run into her classmates right now.

The company had offered to send a car to pick her up, but Xu Yinian had firmly declined. She didn’t want to be a bother, insisting that taking the subway was perfectly fine.

When she finally emerged from the subway station, she realized that the hour-long commute had allowed the weather to take a turn for the worse. The wind howled with a newfound ferocity, whipping through the streets.

The sky looked ominous—a heavy, bruised purple-gray that threatened rain at any moment.

Fortunately, she had an umbrella in her bag, so she wasn’t too worried.

She pulled her oversized scarf tighter against the biting chill, tucking her face into the fabric until only her eyes and her cold-reddened nose were visible. The gesture made her look even smaller and more delicate than usual.

Standing beneath a subway sign, she dutifully dialed the organizer’s number.

Secretary Zhou was currently traveling with Shen Yi. As she sat in the car, her heart gave a little leap when she saw the caller ID. She stole a quick glance into the rearview mirror.

CEO Shen was still resting with her eyes closed, her exquisite features composed in a mask of cool indifference.

“CEO Shen, it’s Miss Xu,” the secretary whispered. “Should I take it?”

The noble woman didn’t speak, but her deep, piercing eyes snapped open.

Taking that as a silent confirmation, Secretary Zhou answered the call, tactfully switching it to speakerphone.

“He—hello, Secretary Zhou… I’ve arrived at the… the subway station.”

The girl’s voice was soft and timid. Her words were slightly jumbled, her breath hitching as she struggled against the whistling wind and the freezing air. She sounded incredibly frail.

That single sentence was so sweet and pitiable that it made Secretary Zhou’s heart melt.

However, when the secretary looked up, she saw her boss’s brow furrow in a sharp, displeased line.

The subway station…!

Secretary Zhou instantly pinpointed the source of the CEO’s irritation.