National School Prince is a Girl - V1C22
1. Hacker Queen Becomes a High School Student
2. Old Fu Jiu No More
3. F*uck off!
4. Payback
5. Hypocrisy Is Intolerable
6. I Need Money!
7. Friend Request Rejected!
8. Deal!
9. Just Smiling...
10. Counter-Hacking
11. The Hug
12. Nice Body, Bro!
13. Found Him!
14. K.O.
15. Whatever
16. Guilt and Anger
17. Mother-and-Daughter duo
18. The Internet Cafe
19. Where is Spade Z?
20. Do You Have A Secret Crush On Me?
21. Karma
22. Sorry Not Sorry
23. The noose is tightening
24. Scumbags
25. Let’s Have a Gay Meeting!?
26. Are you a boy or a girl?
27. Xue Yaoyao’s Buns
28. Aiya!
29. Just a meeting
30. Surprise!
31. I’m Spade Z, Fu Jiu
32. Dumplings
33. Call me 'Lord Jiu'
34. Ten Lobsters for Lord Jiu
35. Men's Room or Women's Room?
Chapter 22: Sorry Not Sorry
To demonstrate its genuine intent, Jiang City No. 1 Middle School invited several members of the media. In the center stood Fu Jiu, wearing faded jeans, a black belt, and a plain T-shirt. With her tousled silver hair, mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and pouting, slightly smirking lips, she exuded a striking handsomeness that made everyone’s hearts race. Beside her stood her mother, He Honghua, whose face beamed with happiness. This was the first time she had come to her daughter's school since Fu Jiu started high school.
Fu Jiu seemed to recall something and twisted her piercing with one hand. Lowering her voice, she said, "Mum, when that Director Zhang apologizes to us later, just ignore him. Leave the questions to me."
"Okay, okay!" He Honghua replied, a bit clumsily. Naturally, she would listen to her daughter.
Fu Jiu and the other five students sat together, while the press eagerly anticipated what would happen next. Everyone in Jiang City was watching online as the events unfolded.
Fu Jiu remained calm under the scrutiny until Director Zhang finally arrived. By then, he no longer exuded arrogance. He wore a wrinkled shirt, looking as sloppy as possible. Yet, he didn’t want to back down. Clearly, he viewed the students as useless, incapable, and unworthy of an apology. However, the situation needed resolution; if he didn’t apologize, his career could be at stake.
Director Zhang approached the students and said, "Sorry."
The students were no fools; they recognized his insincerity, and nobody forgave him and glared at him.
Seeing this, Director Zhang turned to the reporters. "I already said sorry, but my dear reporter friends, look at these kids. They’re so stubborn; I only expelled them because I had no choice..."
"If you want to apologize, then do it sincerely and honestly," Fu Jiu coldly interrupted. "Director Zhang, why are you still talking nonsense?"
Provoked by her words, he snapped, "Shut up! If not for a bumpkin like your mum sending money to school all the time, would this have happened to me?"
Fu Jiu laughed and retorted coldly, "It seems the school called us in not to apologize, but to treat us like a spectacle. Otherwise, why would Director Zhang be acting this way?"
"You!" Director Zhang exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden confidence in someone he had once intimidated. The press captured the moment, taking pictures nonstop. His ineptitude in public relations did not reflect the competence of everyone at the school.
Hearing this exchange, a school administrator admonished, "You need to be quiet! We sincerely invited these students back to school. You'd better reassess your position before speaking out!"
This warning struck home for Director Zhang, who bowed his head and paled. Tightening his fists, he apologized to Fu Jiu, "I’m sorry for what I said. It was wrong of me to deprive you of your right to study. I'm truly sorry."
"Not just studying!" A girl suddenly shouted. "What about our reputation? We’re all envious that Fu Jiu has a wealthy mother who can support her! Just because I wasn’t born rich, you expelled me, accusing me of theft! My mother sought help from everyone she could think of in Jiang City to get me back in school, and she was ridiculed by others behind her back. You do not deserve to be a teacher!"
The students expelled by Director Zhang were filled with pure hatred. He remained stubborn, asking, "If you didn’t steal it, why did you return it?" The girl was shocked that he would keep speaking at such a moment. She trembled with anger.
Fu Jiu quietly asked, "According to Director Zhang, if we find something, we should keep it? And poor people are seen as thieves for being honest enough to return items that do not belong to them?"
She gazed at the school leaders, her expression one of surprise. "I’ve heard that the school plans to recommend Director Zhang for teaching elsewhere. But should a teacher who is so cynical and jaded about poor people be blacklisted? What he did here, he will surely repeat it elsewhere, no?"
"You!" Director Zhang's finger shook in anger. The school head quickly interrupted him, "No way, dear student. Don’t worry, the education system won’t want someone like him!"
Upon hearing this, Director Zhang froze, his expression darkening as he looked over at the school head. There was no longer any hope for him.
Reporters swarmed toward him like bees, with some asking, "Can his conscience be at peace?" Others interviewed students, asking questions like, "Since you’ve suffered injustice, why didn’t you speak up earlier? Were you waiting for the issue to escalate?"
“Evil intentions thrive at any time.” Fu Jiu cast a cold look at the reporter.
Frustrated, another media worker pushed the reporter aside and spoke, "We’ve all seen that online post. Some people were unfairly dismissed but remained kind-hearted. I want to ask all of you, what keeps you true to yourselves?"
The microphone was given to the girl who had previously been labeled a thief. She took it, then passed it to Fu Jiu, who looked at her with shining eyes. Fu Jiu smiled, turned to the camera, her eyes glowing with light, and said, "Because we all believe that justice might come late, but it will not be absent."
At that moment, several students felt tears welling up in their eyes. Yes, justice might come late, but it wouldn't be absent. They had believed fiercely, which had helped them hold on until today.
Fu Jiu seemed to recall something and twisted her piercing with one hand. Lowering her voice, she said, "Mum, when that Director Zhang apologizes to us later, just ignore him. Leave the questions to me."
"Okay, okay!" He Honghua replied, a bit clumsily. Naturally, she would listen to her daughter.
Fu Jiu and the other five students sat together, while the press eagerly anticipated what would happen next. Everyone in Jiang City was watching online as the events unfolded.
Fu Jiu remained calm under the scrutiny until Director Zhang finally arrived. By then, he no longer exuded arrogance. He wore a wrinkled shirt, looking as sloppy as possible. Yet, he didn’t want to back down. Clearly, he viewed the students as useless, incapable, and unworthy of an apology. However, the situation needed resolution; if he didn’t apologize, his career could be at stake.
Director Zhang approached the students and said, "Sorry."
The students were no fools; they recognized his insincerity, and nobody forgave him and glared at him.
Seeing this, Director Zhang turned to the reporters. "I already said sorry, but my dear reporter friends, look at these kids. They’re so stubborn; I only expelled them because I had no choice..."
"If you want to apologize, then do it sincerely and honestly," Fu Jiu coldly interrupted. "Director Zhang, why are you still talking nonsense?"
Provoked by her words, he snapped, "Shut up! If not for a bumpkin like your mum sending money to school all the time, would this have happened to me?"
Fu Jiu laughed and retorted coldly, "It seems the school called us in not to apologize, but to treat us like a spectacle. Otherwise, why would Director Zhang be acting this way?"
"You!" Director Zhang exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden confidence in someone he had once intimidated. The press captured the moment, taking pictures nonstop. His ineptitude in public relations did not reflect the competence of everyone at the school.
Hearing this exchange, a school administrator admonished, "You need to be quiet! We sincerely invited these students back to school. You'd better reassess your position before speaking out!"
This warning struck home for Director Zhang, who bowed his head and paled. Tightening his fists, he apologized to Fu Jiu, "I’m sorry for what I said. It was wrong of me to deprive you of your right to study. I'm truly sorry."
"Not just studying!" A girl suddenly shouted. "What about our reputation? We’re all envious that Fu Jiu has a wealthy mother who can support her! Just because I wasn’t born rich, you expelled me, accusing me of theft! My mother sought help from everyone she could think of in Jiang City to get me back in school, and she was ridiculed by others behind her back. You do not deserve to be a teacher!"
The students expelled by Director Zhang were filled with pure hatred. He remained stubborn, asking, "If you didn’t steal it, why did you return it?" The girl was shocked that he would keep speaking at such a moment. She trembled with anger.
Fu Jiu quietly asked, "According to Director Zhang, if we find something, we should keep it? And poor people are seen as thieves for being honest enough to return items that do not belong to them?"
She gazed at the school leaders, her expression one of surprise. "I’ve heard that the school plans to recommend Director Zhang for teaching elsewhere. But should a teacher who is so cynical and jaded about poor people be blacklisted? What he did here, he will surely repeat it elsewhere, no?"
"You!" Director Zhang's finger shook in anger. The school head quickly interrupted him, "No way, dear student. Don’t worry, the education system won’t want someone like him!"
Upon hearing this, Director Zhang froze, his expression darkening as he looked over at the school head. There was no longer any hope for him.
Reporters swarmed toward him like bees, with some asking, "Can his conscience be at peace?" Others interviewed students, asking questions like, "Since you’ve suffered injustice, why didn’t you speak up earlier? Were you waiting for the issue to escalate?"
“Evil intentions thrive at any time.” Fu Jiu cast a cold look at the reporter.
Frustrated, another media worker pushed the reporter aside and spoke, "We’ve all seen that online post. Some people were unfairly dismissed but remained kind-hearted. I want to ask all of you, what keeps you true to yourselves?"
The microphone was given to the girl who had previously been labeled a thief. She took it, then passed it to Fu Jiu, who looked at her with shining eyes. Fu Jiu smiled, turned to the camera, her eyes glowing with light, and said, "Because we all believe that justice might come late, but it will not be absent."
At that moment, several students felt tears welling up in their eyes. Yes, justice might come late, but it wouldn't be absent. They had believed fiercely, which had helped them hold on until today.
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