Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 52 - 0 Recruiting Miss Yes Mysterious Identity【2

Chapter 52: 052 Recruiting, Miss Ye’s Mysterious Identity【2 updates】

Chapter 52: 052 Recruiting, Miss Ye’s Mysterious Identity【2 updates】

Bing He almost bit off his own tongue, stammering, “Miss Ye, where did you get this surveillance footage from?”

“A friend who’s into computers,” Ye Wanlan caressed the thermos in her hand, fabricating a friend out of thin air, “She just loves fiddling with this stuff. I asked her to help out, and she’s not bad at it, wouldn’t you agree?”

Bing He: “…”

Can you really get better video restoration results than the tech staff of Division 723 just by ‘playing’ around?!

The equipment from Division 723 was specifically provided by the World Strategic Research Institute.

What kind of friend was this?

Bing He instinctively looked towards Yan Tingfeng.

Yan Tingfeng remained silent, his eyelashes drooping slightly, gaze landing on her fingers resting on the thermos, perfectly covering the name he had written there.

Her fingers gently stroked the body of the thermos, again and again.

He looked away.

The Principal of No.7 Middle School didn’t notice anything amiss. He had his assistant take away the surveillance footage and ordered the publicity center to urgently produce a new promotional video for the school.

Ye Wanlan rose to her feet, nodding, “I should go back to class.”

“Alright, Student Ye, I’ll walk you,” said the No.7 Middle School Principal, also getting up.

Yan Tingfeng finally spoke up, “Sit down.”

No.7 Middle School Principal: “???”

Turning his head with a jovial look, he said, “Miss Ye, let me escort you back. It’s on the way to my counseling office.”

Ye Wanlan nodded, “Okay, I’ll pour some tea in your office.”

The two left side by side, leaving the Principal of No.7 Middle School utterly bewildered.

Outside, Bing He immediately contacted his brothers at Division 723.

“Is this the best your tech staff can do?” he muffled the phone and muttered angrily, “How could they only restore the surveillance video resolution to 720p? It’s embarrassing!”

“Who are you calling embarrassing?” the person on the other side retorted immediately, “Do you have any idea how hard that video was to restore?”

Bing He sneered, “All I know is that someone managed to restore it to 1080p!”

“That’s impossible!”

“I’ve sent you the video, see for yourself.”

From the phone receiver came the sound of a chair hitting the floor. A dozen seconds later, after viewing the video, the person on the other end was bewildered, “Actually, it’s not impossible, unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless they have equipment from the International Strategic Studies Institute, or they originate from there themselves.”

Now it was Bing He who was stunned, “Huh?”

“Either this person has professional equipment from the International Strategic Studies Institute, or they’re familiar with their internal techniques,” the other party insisted firmly, “There’s no third possibility.”

Bing He couldn’t help shivering and nudged Tie Ma’s elbow: “Tietie, Miss Ye even knows friends from the International Strategic Studies Institute? Is that possible?”

A friend who could share insider techniques was clearly no ordinary connection.

If he had such friends, he would have gone directly to work at the International Strategic Studies Institute.

Tie Ma was also astonished, “That can’t be, can it?”

“Hey hey hey, you don’t know this person, do you? Hurry up and get them on our side, bring them into our division!” the person shouted into Bing He’s ear, “You must bring them in!”

Bing He ruthlessly hung up the call, “Hmph.”

Competing with the Young Master for a recruit, it seems like someone wants to bid farewell to this beautiful world so soon.

**

On Weibo, the hashtag #YeWanlan# didn’t stay on the trending list for long before it was censored, leaving only #Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, Bullying Incident# prominently hanging in the top five of the city’s trending search.

Under the influence of online trolls, netizens were venting their anger.

[Strongly demand No.7 Middle School to expel this student named Ye Wanlan!]

[I’m a parent, and I won’t allow such punks to study at No.7 Middle School, making my child feel unsafe.]

[I’ve already contacted reporters, they’ll soon go to Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School to take a good look at what kind of person this punk is.]

[There’s been a twist, everyone hurry and see, the girl in the video was just defending herself against bullying!]

Three seconds ago, a new pinned Weibo post appeared at the very top of the topic square!

The video played automatically with faces blurred, but it clearly showed Sheng Song sneaking into Class High 2 (1) late at night, tearing up Ye Wanlan’s books and workbooks, ripping her backpack, and crushing her cup.

[What is this boy doing? That’s too much, did the girl provoke him?]

[If someone tore my books and workbooks, I wouldn’t just kick their desk, I’d tear up their backpack too to feel better!]

[To be fair, what the boy did was certainly wrong, but the girl could have reasoned with him, why kick his desk?]

[You really have kind hearts. If you ever face bullying, make sure to endure it, and never dare to fight back.]

The direction of the manipulated public opinion completely reversed, and no matter how hard the online trolls tried to incite, it was futile.

As Ye Wanlan had predicted, the incident gained significant attention and the official Weibo of Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School took advantage of this moment to post a promotional video.

[@JiangchengNo.7MiddleSchoolV: We have comprehensively updated the school’s security system, rebuilt a strong and outstanding teacher team, and aging equipment is being replaced and repaired. We welcome everyone to apply this year to Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, we’re waiting for you!]

As soon as the promotional video was released, parents quickly began calling to inquire about relevant matters.

With the middle school exams coming up next month, parents were taking this matter very seriously.

The head of the admissions department was so overwhelmed with calls that he had to go to the moral education team and pull in two strong men to help him.

He grabbed Ye Wanlan’s shoulders, tears of joy in his eyes, “Student Ye, you’ve really saved us a huge trouble!”

If not for the current local trending blacklist, even if Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School released the promotional video, it would not have achieved such a high impact.

He was finally going to be busy.

“You’re welcome,” Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, “If you help me, I will help you.”

“I haven’t helped you; it’s all your own hard work,” the head of admissions sighed, “What I’m most grateful for now is that you came to No.7 Middle School.”

No.1 Middle School doesn’t know what they’ve got, but we do.

Ye Wanlan returned to her class, Senior Year 2 Class 1, to continue her lessons.

With the issue resolved, the other students also relaxed.

“Xueqing, I’d like you to accompany me to the traditional medicine market after school today to buy some herbs, is that okay?”

Su Xueqing pursed her lips tightly, “But I don’t know much about traditional medicine.”

“Then what should I do?” Ye Wanlan rested her chin on her hand, letting out a soft sigh, “Alright, I’ll think of another way.”

The forlorn tone in Wanlan’s voice tightened Xueqing’s heart, “I… I know a little, I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you,” Ye Wanlan smiled, “I will ask you whenever I’m unsure about anything in the future.”

“Okay,” Su Xueqing responded softly, “but I’m not very capable, I used to…”

She stopped there, her expression turning sad.

Ye Wanlan didn’t press further; her eyes narrowed lightly as she gazed outside the window.

She would eventually make a trip to the Yunjing Su Family.

After school, Su Xueqing and Ye Wanlan left the classroom together.

Su Xubai, coming out of Class 2, glanced at them indifferently before turning away with a cold back.

Without greeting him, Xueqing said, “Ah Lan, the traditional medicine market is near the school; we can just walk there.”

This statement made Su Xubai suddenly stop in his tracks. He turned around, his gaze sharp with coldness, “Su Xueqing, have you forgotten everything you did in the two years since you came to Jiangcheng?”

Xueqing’s eyes wavered, and her body inadvertently desired to flee.

Ye Wanlan took her hand, stepped forward, and confronted Su Xubai with a smile, “Could you please not block the way? I really dislike it when someone blocks my way.”

In that second of eye contact, Su Xubai felt a pressure and tension he only normally felt when facing the elders of the Su Family.

No—

It was far greater!

After taking a deep breath, Su Xubai turned his head, his expression even more indifferent.

It was none of his business if Su Xueqing didn’t want to learn; he didn’t need to remind her anymore.

“Let’s go,” Ye Wanlan patted Su Xueqing’s shoulder, “Don’t mind him.”

“Thank you, but I…” Su Xueqing looked at her own hand.

They were right; she was a sinner, unworthy to be a doctor or to touch traditional medicine.

A few seconds later, Su Xueqing snapped back to reality, “Ah Lan, what illness are you trying to treat with the herbs?”

“Constitutional coldness,” Ye Wanlan said, “But not the ordinary kind, it’s a strange illness, which is why I wanted you to come with me to choose the herbs.”

“Okay,” Su Xueqing gazed at Ye Wanlan’s profile, lost in thought.

Maybe, she could step out of the shadows.

**

Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Sheng Song woke up once but then fell back to sleep.

“Uncle, there’s no need to rush,” Sheng Yunyi reassured him, then hesitated, “Didn’t Sheng Song tell you about the grudges he made at school? I saw on Weibo that he was bullied, some girl kicked his desk, and…”

“Nonsense!” Shengsong’s Father exclaimed angrily, “I’ll go to No.7 Middle School and talk to the principal right away!”

He was, of course, aware that Sheng Song often bullied other students at school, but so what?

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His son absolutely couldn’t be the one getting bullied.

Without even stopping to eat, Shengsong’s Father immediately had his driver take him to No.7 Middle School, straight to the principal’s office.

There was another man in the principal’s office, dressed in modern traditional-inspired casual clothes, with a radiant complexion and a calm demeanor.

Shengsong’s Father didn’t pay him much mind as he strode forward, “Principal.”

“Sheng Song’s parent, you’re here,” the No.7 Middle School Principal adjusted his glasses, “Regarding the matter on the internet, Student Ye’s side meant that…”

“I don’t care about her side,” Shengsong’s Father interrupted the vice principal’s words, “Let’s just settle this privately, have her pay 200,000 yuan; it’s not much, and we won’t make a fuss about it.”