Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 409 The Cold School Prince Is Affectionate (25)

Boom boom boom!

Song Taohan, soaked in sweat, had just arrived at Rong Yue's door when the head teacher also ran over, panting.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

"Teacher, I will not allow some people to steal just because of this friendship."

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, Yueyue and her parents..."

"You are her relative, so you will naturally speak up for her, but why should I suffer this injustice?"

Song Taohan couldn't stand it any longer, so he took out his phone and started calling names in the class group and school forum.

[Rong Yue! Hand over my painting. I have ten minutes left. I will call the police immediately!]

"No, classmate Song, delete the message. It's so rude to treat a girl like this. I apologize to you on her behalf. Sorry, please delete the message."

"impossible!"

At this point, those group chats were in chaos.

[Yesterday I saw some people sneaking into the classroom, but I didn’t expect they were going to steal something.]

[The policeman’s daughter is actually a thief. What’s wrong with this world?]

[School Prince Song, please call the police. Rong Yue is sexually harassing and stealing. Stop tolerating bad people.]

[Rong Yue could have stolen the draft paper, but she chose to take someone else's lifeblood. That was the lucky drawing that the school hunk would use to pass every exam.]

[Brother Han, how about I call the police for you?]

Song Taohan would not leave himself any evidence of committing a crime, so he said to the head teacher next to him: "Teacher, you are her relative, you come and knock on this door."

"Maybe it was a misunderstanding. That painting is more popular. Maybe I got the wrong one."

"Then let her explain it to the police."

Having exhausted his patience, Song Taohan called the police directly when his head teacher went to the corridor not far away to continue making a phone call.

"Have you collected evidence?"

"I'm at the thief's door."

"We will send staff over here to collect evidence immediately."

The head teacher called several times but none of the calls went through. Rong Yue's father was still working at the police station and might be busy on duty, while she, her mother, her brother and her younger brother had taken a plane to travel.

The phone must be turned off on the plane now. The head teacher felt that she had suffered a lot! From now on, those gossipers will tell everyone that her relative is a thief.

Rong's father and his colleagues had just finished investigating a rice noodle shop, but they didn't expect their colleagues to call them.

"Is Rong brother here?"

"Yes, tell me what you want to say."

"Ahem, Brother Rong, someone called the police and reported that your Rong Yue had stolen his things. Now people are blocking your door, and your cousin's sister-in-law is also here."

"Can you say that again?"

"Rong Yue has been accused of stealing, and the thief is blocking your door. You should go and take a look."

"How could my daughter steal something? Which little bastard is talking nonsense?"

Seeing the man getting angry, his colleague comforted him: "There must be a misunderstanding. We watched the child grow up. It is impossible for him to do such a sneaky thing."

"If that girl dares, I will break her hand!"

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Song Taohan saw some people coming and a man opened the door with a key.

"Come in, my daughter is in the same class with you and has no grudge against you..."

"Then please explain after watching this surveillance video. I just want to get my paintings back. I don't want to ruin someone's future."

Song Taohan didn't beat around the bush with them. He directly took out the surveillance video and said, "I have evidence. Identify the person."

"It's just a painting, is there any need to be so fussy about it?"

"If you have valuable items like ancient calligraphy and paintings at home and someone steals them, would you say this? When did the police become so hypocritical?"

Those people also felt ashamed, but the boy was good-looking and it might have been just a little fight among young people. They didn't expect the boy to be so narrow-minded.

Father Rong took out a pile of paintings from Rong Yue's room and said in a gentle tone: "There are a lot of paintings like this in my daughter's room. Look for them yourself. This is her fault. Uncle apologizes to you."

After searching for a long time, he found that there was nothing he was looking for. He looked at the man on the side coldly and said in a deep voice: "It's not here. My paintings have a special fragrance. If Rong Yue destroys the paintings, I will destroy her future!"

"Calm down, you and Yueyue are classmates, we will teach her a lesson."

"Student Song, what scent? Aren't they all the same? If it doesn't work, I'll compensate you with ten or a hundred identical ones."

"Homeroom teacher, do you know how big the difference is between the real thing and the fake one?"

The careful female police officer searched everywhere. The lawsuit caused by a painting did make their work more difficult.

"Could it be that the little girl got angry for some reason and destroyed someone else's painting?"

"Destroying the painting?" the policewoman muttered to herself, subconsciously looking at the trash can.

Because the trash can had just been replaced, there were some scraps of paper in it. She poured them out and smelled a faint fragrance.

"Could it be this one? This is bad. That guy will definitely be angry."

"Take it and let someone identify it. This case is easy, but it's not easy either."

When Song Taohan saw the female police officer carrying a pile of waste paper, he felt something was wrong. He walked over with disorderly steps. The woman said softly, "Student Song, this was found in the trash can. Take a look... Is it your painting?"

The boy brought the painting to his nose. The familiar fragrance instantly broke his defense and his eyes turned red. Rong's father also broke into a sweat.

Song Tao sneered, picked up the fragments with trembling hands, and asked, "Who did it?"

Everyone looked at Rong's father, and the man said awkwardly: "Young man, this is my daughter's fault. Tell me how to solve this matter. We will compensate you."

"Do you think I need that little bit of compensation? If everything in the world can be compensated, then the rich will have the final say in this society. What is the point of the so-called rule of law?"

"You are in an unstable mood right now, let's discuss this."

"There's nothing to discuss about this matter. Who can restore my painting to its original state? Can you?"

"Feel sorry."

This was the first time Rong's father encountered such a situation. He felt very ashamed and unworthy of his professional attire.

"Student Song, it's just a painting. Your painting does have a strange fragrance. We will compensate you by making you a new one with this fragrance."

"We are all young people. Rong Yue definitely did something wrong. When she comes back, we will teach her a lesson."

“It’s not easy for everyone…”

"Shut up!" the boy roared. Looking at the people who wanted to keep things quiet, Song Tao's eyes were as cold as a blade, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't care what connections you have behind you, or what big shots are protecting you, but Rong Yue destroyed my painting, and I will fight her to the death!"

Hearing Song Taohan say such harsh words, everyone else was shocked, and someone smiled apologetically: "Hey, handsome boy, it's not that exaggerated."

"It's not easy to say this, let's sit down and talk slowly."